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Committee Small Conference Room

At this moment, the air conditioner in the small conference room is fully on, and the exhaust fan is humming away. Despite being mid-May, the weather feels swelteringly hot. The leaders are all wearing short-sleeve shirts.

Nie Zhenbang looked calmly at Fan Changsheng, who was holding a cigarette that had burned down to the nub, enough for him to feel the heat in his fingers. It was then when Fan Changsheng became aware and put the cigarette butt into the ashtray in front of him.