Raising the speech script is to let everyone know.

This speech script was left by Rand Quance earlier, so the ink on it naturally has nothing to do with me.

Besides.

The name Ivan Pitts was not read out by him.

It was said by Yorke Payne.

Plus, Dirk Carter deliberately stated that he just assumed office today, so this list has nothing to do with him whatsoever. In this way, even if something is done to Ivan Pitts later, it's not his own face that gets slapped.

Yorke Payne, who understood, had a sullen face.

He originally thought Dirk Carter was young and had no brains, but now it seems he is not simple.

The meticulously designed initiation was turned against him, and Dirk Carter gave him a "slap in the face."

This feeling is really quite uncomfortable.

Since it's a public setting.

Yorke Payne could only swallow the bitter pill silently.

The meeting concluded.

It was already past twelve.

The group had a simple meal in the school cafeteria.

After lunch.

Originally, Charlotte Ramey's group was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Charlotte Ramey suddenly proposed to visit the County Education Bureau.

When the Deputy Mayor makes a request, who dares to say no?

The grand group then moved to the County Education Bureau.

This surprise visit got the people at the Education Bureau busy with another round of complex ceremonial reception.

Charlotte Ramey said, "Director Carter, shall we sit in your office?"

Timothy Sutton and the others were about to follow.

Charlotte Ramey said, "Director Sutton, you can look around as you wish, I'll chat with Director Carter."

"Okay, Deputy Mayor Ramey."

Since the leader said so, Timothy Sutton could only nod and stop in his tracks.

The two of them entered the office one after another.

Yorke Payne asked curiously, "Director Sutton, did Deputy Mayor Ramey and Director Carter know each other before? Why do they seem so familiar?"

Timothy Sutton listened.

Glared at Yorke Payne, saying, "Comrade Payne, don't inquire about the leader's matters, don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"Yes, yes, I spoke out of turn."

Yorke Payne could only back down awkwardly.

Secretly cursing in his heart, "Probably just some promiscuous woman, seeing Dirk Carter's youth, maybe she's feeling itchy down there?"

Of course.

Such words could only be thought of in his head; he didn't have the guts to say them out loud.

This was also Dirk Carter's first time in his new office.

To be honest, although the Education Bureau building was already quite old, the office was still quite tidy.

"Deputy Mayor Ramey, please sit down, I'll find someone to bring some water."

As Dirk Carter was about to move.

Charlotte Ramey waved her hand, pointing to the seat in front of her, and said, "Don't bother, let's talk about something serious, come, sit down."

Dirk Carter sat down.

Charlotte Ramey asked urgently, "You mentioned before that my menopause is treatable, could you please tell me more about what I should do?"

Clearly.

She was very concerned about her condition.

Dirk Carter thought for a bit and asked, "Deputy Mayor Ramey, may I ask you some private questions?"

"How private?"

Charlotte Ramey asked.

Dirk Carter said, "Very private, involving your personal life."

Charlotte Ramey pondered for a moment and said, "Then you ask. If I can answer, I will."

Dirk Carter nodded.

Asked, "The first question, how is your sex life, Deputy Mayor Ramey?"

"Uh..."

It seems she didn't expect Dirk Carter to drop such a bombshell right off the bat.

Her face flushed with difficulty.

"Is this question important?"

"Very important, to determine the diagnosis, I need to know the answer."

Charlotte Ramey hesitated and said, "Not very regular, but on average, once a month."

Once a month?

This answer clearly surprised Dirk Carter.

At forty, a woman should be in the most demanding stage; once a month is evidently a bit low.

But in any case, it's better than nothing.

"When was the last time?"

Dirk Carter continued to ask.

Charlotte Ramey's face turned even redder.

After all, she is a Deputy Mayor, and being asked such questions by a subordinate is somewhat embarrassing.

Yet eager to treat her ailment.

She braced herself.

Thought for a moment and said, "At least two months ago."

"Oh, next question, recently, Deputy Mayor Ramey... have you noticed any hair loss down there?"

While asking this.

Dirk Carter also felt a bit embarrassed.

Asked stammeringly.

Charlotte Ramey paused.

Then said awkwardly, "Seems like there is, it used to be... lush, but recently, when changing pants, I often see a lot of hair falling."

Hearing this answer.

Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Although not a hundred percent certain, it can basically be concluded that Deputy Mayor Ramey is experiencing premature ovarian failure."

"Premature ovarian failure? Is it serious?"

Hearing this answer, Charlotte Ramey asked nervously.

Dirk Carter shook his head, saying, "Serious, not very serious, it's treatable, but... but..."

"But what?"

Charlotte Ramey asked.

Dirk Carter hesitated a moment, saying, "Deputy Mayor Ramey, you know, this issue is a bit tricky to treat, but it's not unmanageable. I suggest you visit a good gynecological hospital first. If no other solution is found, you could come back to me."

"Are you saying you can treat this condition?"

"Yes, I can, but there's a gender difference, and it involves private areas. If you want me to treat it..."

The later words, Dirk Carter did not say.

But Charlotte Ramey understood.

Indeed, it's better to leave such treatments to a professional gynecologist.

Can't exactly strip down in front of a stranger, right?

Charlotte Ramey pondered for a while.

Then said, "Alright, thank you, Comrade Carter."

"Deputy Mayor Ramey, you're welcome."

After saying this.

Charlotte Ramey stood up, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and left.

The county group saw the city group off into their cars, and by the time it quieted down, it was already two in the afternoon.

Once the inspection team left.

Yorke Payne quickly followed behind and left.

Soon after.

Rand Quance also hailed a cab at the gate, heading somewhere unknown.

About half an hour later.

Rand Quance stopped in front of a building, glanced around, and walked straight in.

On the building's front was a large signboard with "The Tonight Spa & Resort" written on it.

Rand Quance walked skillfully into an elevator.

The elevator stopped at the eighth floor.

Once out of the elevator.

A young man approached respectfully.

Rand Quance asked, "Has he arrived?"

The young man nodded and said, "He's already waiting for you."

Rand Quance pulled out some cash from his pocket, stuffed it into the young man's hand, and said, "Keep an eye on the door, don't let anyone in."

"Yes, sir."

The young man, thrilled to get the money, grinned broadly.

Rand Quance walked into the changing room.

Shed all his clothes, picked up a towel, and entered the steamy bath.

In the high-end bath, a man was lounging by the poolside, a steaming towel over his face, looking quite content.

Upon hearing footsteps.

He straightened up.

Removed the towel, and said self-deprecatingly, "Been playing the hawk all my life, and today the hawk bit back."

The speaker was Yorke Payne.

Rand Quance entered the water beside Yorke Payne.

Sycophantically said, "Boss, judging by what you said, it's clear today that that foxy lady Charlotte Ramey helped him out. Once she's gone, let's see what Dirk Carter can do."

Yorke Payne nodded, anger in his tone, "One day I'm gonna pin Charlotte Ramey's ass down and ravish her properly. Damn it, sticking her nose in my business, clearly going against me."

Seeing Yorke Payne angry.

Rand Quance snapped his fingers.

From behind a door, Ivan Pitts emerged carrying a tray.

"Director Pitts, the boss took a fall for your situation today, how are you going to handle this?"

On the appearance of this issue.

Ivan Pitts came out awkwardly with a tray holding some wine glasses filled with cocktails and some fruits.

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