Listening to Wang Suzhou's words, Nie Zhenbang nodded. This was it, the resignation speech. Glancing around the auditorium, filled with leaders and cadres, Nie Zhenbang truly had something to say at this moment.
His gaze fell to the desktop where Xia Gang had prepared his resignation speech. It was proper and fitting, and Xia Gang knew his habits and preferences well. Nie Zhenbang had also thoroughly reviewed the whole manuscript, which indeed stuck closely to the principle of being pragmatic. The speech didn't contain much empty rhetoric, nor did it frequently quote classics. It spoke with facts, based on facts. On a normal day, this would definitely be considered a high-quality speech. But now, Nie Zhenbang decided not to follow the script and recite it verbatim.