Rustling——
The autumn wind from the distant mountains blew into the county government, causing the brilliant golden chrysanthemums beside them to tremble like waves of wheat.
Mr. Zhao Douan stared steadily, his eyes first meeting the bowing figure of the Taicang Magistrate with a peculiar look, which quickly turned calm,
"Do you presume to teach me how to conduct my duties?"
The native Sun Xiaozhun, unable to understand the jargon from another world, responded solemnly,
"Sir, I dare not. I only hope that you will prioritize the 'big picture.'"
"Ah, the 'big picture,'" Zhao Douan seemed to smirk then his face turned displeased,
"Governor Sun, in saying these things, in the end, aren't you just trying to use the big picture to protect yourself?
Do you want me, as the official here, to accept the methods you suggest, to make a show of investigation without delving deeper? But it seems you've misunderstood one thing, here, I am the 'big picture.'"
