Wang Jianguo took the slip of paper with both hands, solemn and careful. He gently rubbed the edges of the paper, feeling its texture, then folded it over carefully—once, then twice—as if he were handling a precious treasure. He slowly slid the paper into his pocket, patting the outside a few times to ensure it was secure.
Lifting his head, he met Song Guohua’s gaze and asked with a hint of caution, "Director Song, do you happen to know a Secretary Dong in the city?"
A look of contemplation flickered across Song Guohua’s eyes. He leaned back, tilting his head slightly as his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, lost in thought. After a moment, he spoke slowly.
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