Back in the Art and Literature Section office, Su Changshun sat calmly at his desk on the surface, but his mind was in a turmoil, never stopping his analysis of Li Huaide.
This fellow's airs were not put on—they were ingrained in his very bones. That outfit, that bearing in every gesture, the way he stood there naturally exuding an aura of "I am the boss."
Even an old slippery fox like Old Zhang at the gate had been reduced to subservience by him, which showed that this person was well-versed in officialdom rules and skilled at using his status and imposing manner to pressure others.
Chapter 101