"Brother Chen, Zhongyang has a City Strategic Plan. Do you need me to focus on North City?" Fu Chuyue thought for a while."At the latest, we'll start in may and implement it in September. You'll be transferred back to the provincial Office after marriage. With this momentum, you should be able to make further progress in two years."
Under the night light, Mu Chen held her waist with one hand. The two of them looked at the blooming winter plum blossoms in the courtyard together. All his colleagues knew that he had such a powerful fiancée.
The last time, an official of the same rank had drunk too much and told him that he was really envious of him. He had a strong background and a powerful fiancée. They were all flowers on top of a brocade, and he was of the same rank as him at a young age.
That person was already 51 years old. Although they were of the same rank, he didn't dare to be on the same level as Mu Chen.
"Is Beicheng part of your strategic plan?"