Inside the ward, the atmosphere was solemn yet filled with hope. Everyone held their breath, focused entirely on this conversation that concerned the future direction of the village.
Secretary Huang stood tall and upright to one side, holding his fountain pen with a steady hand. His notebook was already open, the paper as white as snow, as if waiting to bear the ink of major decisions.
After listening to Wang Jianguo's detailed account of the background and cause-and-effect, Secretary Huang lowered his head slightly and pushed up the black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The eyes behind the lenses gleamed with thought.
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