Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

An extremely fierce and menacing aura appeared on Liang Qunfeng's face.

He had been lying low in the officialdom of Handong for so many years, suppressed by Zhao Lichun for so many years.

Now it's finally time for a thorough reckoning.

"This case must be fully integrated into the judicial fast track by noon tomorrow!"

Liang Qunfeng gritted his teeth and made the final decision.

Seeing his father's renewed fighting spirit, Liang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

The internal hidden dangers have been completely eliminated.

Next, we'll have to face that huge, unexpected problem.

"With you personally overseeing the prosecutor's office tomorrow, everything will be absolutely foolproof."

Liang Cheng walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a sip of the slightly cooled tea on the table.

"However, we cannot take the Zhong family's sudden arrival in Handong lightly."

Hearing the name "Zhong family".

Liang Qunfeng's brows furrowed tightly once again.

This is the sword of Damocles hanging over the entire Handong Provincial Committee.

"What's Lu Kangcheng's attitude now?"

Liang Cheng put down his teacup, his gaze becoming extremely profound.

Liang Qunfeng snorted coldly and walked behind his desk, sitting down heavily.

"Lu Kangcheng is like an enraged lion right now."

"He considered Handong Province his absolute territory and would not allow anyone to encroach upon it!"

"But the eldest son of the Zhong family just had to interfere at this critical juncture."

"This is clearly an attempt to steal Lu Kangcheng's spoils of victory!"

Liang Qunfeng's fingers tapped impatiently on the table.

"Lu Kangcheng doesn't have any practical solutions right now."

"After all, he's the son of the Vice Minister of the Capital; his claim is perfectly legitimate from an organizational standpoint!"

Liang Cheng gave a cold laugh.

"It's normal for Secretary Lu to be angry, but he will definitely not sit idly by and wait for his doom."

"Since he has no way to directly confront the Zhong family, he can only cling to our Liang family as his lifeline."

"This is our bargaining chip."

Liang Cheng's brain was rapidly unraveling the mystery.

"The Zhong family's purpose in coming to Handong this time is very clear: to obtain the position of provincial governor."

"But the eldest son of the Zhong family is a newcomer after all, and he has no roots in Handong."

"If he wants to quickly gain a foothold, he must find a breakthrough."

Liang Cheng raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on his father.

"Or, he could join forces with Lu Kangcheng to stabilize the overall economy of Handong."

"Or he'll be fooled by that old fox Zhao Lichun and turn against us!"

Liang Qunfeng broke out in a cold sweat.

If the Zhong family really joins forces with Zhao Lichun.

Then the sky in Handong will really collapse.

"So what should we do now?"

Liang Qunfeng asked eagerly.

"We must strike first!"

Liang Cheng stood up from the sofa, exuding an extremely strong sense of aggression.

"I will go see Zhong Xiaoai in person tomorrow."

"I want to directly test her bottom line and see just how much the Zhong family really knows about the situation in Handong!"

"If the Chung family is here to carry out construction, then everyone can get along peacefully."

"If they're here to bully others, then I'll cut off all their henchmen before they can even establish themselves!"

Liang Cheng's words were filled with an extremely brutal and murderous aura.

In this ultimate power struggle, there is no room for compromise.

Liang Qunfeng looked at his son, who had grown into a bloodthirsty behemoth.

I felt incredibly proud and awestruck.

"Alright, I'll leave the Zhong family's affairs to you."

Liang Qunfeng nodded heavily.

"Tomorrow, my son and I will split up!"

"I'm going to have Zhao Lichun's coffin lid nailed shut at the procuratorate!"

……

Jingzhou City, southern suburbs.

The Zhao family's sprawling luxury villa was being relentlessly drenched by the torrential rain.

The once brightly lit mansion.

Now only a dim floor lamp is lit in the living room.

Zhao Xiaohui paced back and forth in front of the large leather sofa like an anxious mother leopard.

The high heels clicked sharply on the expensive marble floor.

She hadn't slept for a full forty-eight hours.

Extreme exhaustion and unknown fear were tearing at her nerves.

During the daytime.

She received a very brief phone call from her father, Zhao Lichun, from Beijing.

During the phone call, Zhao Lichun did not say whether the matter had been resolved.

He only left a message saying that the eldest son of the Zhong family was about to arrive in Handong before hanging up abruptly.

This news was like a bombshell, shattering Zhao Xiaohui's already fragile mental defenses.

She knew that her father's trip to the capital was to seek reinforcements and to transfer Lu Kangcheng away from Handong.

But now Lu Kangcheng is as stable as Mount Tai, while the Crown Prince of the capital is about to be parachuted in.

What does this really mean?!

Zhao Xiaohui walked to the coffee table and grabbed a pack of women's cigarettes from the table.

Her fingers trembled so badly that she had to try several times before she could finally light the cigarette.

She took a deep, forceful breath.

The smell of tobacco mixed with nicotine barely suppressed the panic in her heart.

We can no longer sit idly by and wait for our demise.

She needs to figure this out.

What exactly happened at the Hantong Provincial Committee today?

Zhao Xiaohui grabbed her phone from the table and started looking for the phone numbers of officials who had once fawned over the Zhao family.

She dialed the number of a deputy director in the provincial party committee office.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hello, Director Wang, this is Xiao Hui."

Zhao Xiaohui tried to make her voice sound calm.

A very perfunctory cough came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, it's Xiaohui. What's up so late?"

The other person's tone was so cold, as if they were talking to a stranger.

Zhao Xiaohui bit her lip hard, suppressing her anger.

"Director Wang, I'd like to ask if Secretary Lu and Secretary Liang had a meeting in their office today?"

"What exactly did they talk about?"

There was a long, dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came Director Wang's extremely impatient voice.

"Xiao Hui, how can we subordinates casually inquire about the whereabouts of our leaders?"

"I'm asleep now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Snapped!

The call was abruptly ended.

I heard the busy tone coming from my phone.

Zhao Xiaohui was so angry that she smashed her phone on the leather sofa.

"Those bastards who kick someone when they're down!"

She slammed her foot on the coffee table in front of her.

The immense force shook the crystal ashtray on the coffee table, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

Zhao Xiaohui slumped onto the sofa, covering her face with her hands, feeling a deep sense of despair.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

The Zhao family is now considered a pest that everyone avoids like the plague in Handong Province.

Even a mere deputy director of the general office dared to hang up on her directly.

But that's not the most fatal thing.

What terrified Zhao Xiaohui the most was her younger brother, who was imprisoned by the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Zhao Ruilong.

That was the final Achilles' heel of the entire Zhao family.

During the daytime.

She used every available undercover contact she could find out about the internal workings of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

However, all communication channels were completely cut off.

The provincial discipline inspection commission's interrogation base is like a black hole that can devour everything.

Not a single sound could be heard.

Zhao Xiaohui had no idea what kind of torment Zhao Ruilong had gone through, nor did she know if he had given up.

Once Zhao Ruilong couldn't withstand the pressure and signed the confession.

Then the entire Zhao family would be utterly doomed.