Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

Zhao Dehan was unaware of Qi Tongwei's relationship with the Shanshui Group. He hesitated before asking, "How did you know?"

"On the surface, the Shanshui Group is controlled by Gao Xiaoqin, but in reality, Qi Tongwei controls it through layers of nominee shareholding, trusts, and shell companies. The entire Shanshui Group is Qi Tongwei's off-the-books money purse." Zhao Chongming shrugged and slowly said, "Guess how I got money for your old friends in Beijing?"

Zhao Dehan was stunned.

"None of that matters!" Zhao Chongming shrugged. "Don't worry, it won't trace back to me. At most, I'll just push that unlucky Zhang Wei out. Our family is spotless. Rest assured, our family makes money cleanly, honestly, and legally!"

Zhao Dehan "..."

"Why can't I believe it?"

"dad!"

Zhao Chongming coughed and continued, "There are two things that need to be done separately."

Zhao Dehan raised his eyes: "Speak."

"First, I went to Shanshui Group to talk to Qi Tongwei."

He paused, tapping his fingertips on the table. "Don't show yourself. Don't say a word. I suspect they'll contact you, but don't meet with them. They'll find a way to meet with me!"

"Would they take the initiative?" Zhao Dehan asked rhetorically.

"Then let's put them on the defensive!" Zhao Chongming smiled and said slowly, "I think you can be a bit tougher. Just say that you don't approve of the Guangming Peak project, and that it achieved legal and compliant procedures through illegal means, and you don't accept that. When they get anxious, they'll naturally come to you. If they can't find you, they'll come to me!"

Zhao Dehan didn't laugh: "When the time comes, you'll be the one to make them pay!"

"Qi Tongwei's lifeline is the vice governorship. If he wants to become vice governor, he needs someone's support!" Zhao Chongming leaned back in his chair. "Sha Ruijing is here, Li Dakang is protecting himself, and Gao Yuliang is also observing—in the stage of deliberating for the vice governorship candidate, your 'recommendation' carries crucial weight as the vice governor in charge of finance."

Shrugging, Zhao Chongming continued, "If you really want to publicly oppose Qi Tongwei, the Provincial Party Committee's Organization Department must reassess the situation. Exchanging the 'right to nominate a vice governor' for 'settlement funds' is a deal Qi Tongwei has no choice but to make."

Zhao Dehan suddenly asked, "How do you plan to bring it up with him?"

Zhao Chongming laughed: "Me, bring it up? No, I'll make Qi Tongwei bring it up first!"

Zhao Dehan closed his eyes briefly, a slight smile playing on his lips: "...It's a real shame you're not in officialdom!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Chongming laughed and said, "I can handle things on my end. The main thing is that you, sir, need to have a good talk with Li Dakang. Don't hold any grudges against him. Make him feel that you're doing this for his own good, that you're cooperating rather than confronting him!"

Zhao Dehan said, "Tell me in detail!"

Zhao Chongming then discussed the specific details with Zhao Dehan.

The next day, in the small conference room of the municipal party committee, at 9:30 a.m.

When the door opened, Li Dakang had just sat down. Seeing Zhao Dehan, Li Dakang's face showed no change in emotion: "Governor Zhao, you've arrived early."

Zhao Dehan placed a stack of papers on the table, without sitting down or exchanging pleasantries: "Secretary Li, I brought a proposal regarding Dafeng Factory. I need financial support, and I also need your coordination of some work!"

Zhao Dehan spoke sincerely, and Li Dakang felt a slight resistance, but he wasn't completely out of his mind.

He picked up Zhao Dehan's proposal at random.

Li Dakang frowned slightly:

Overall Relocation Plan for Dafeng Factory (Nanhu Industrial Park, Linhuang District)

"Linhuang District?" Li Dakang was slightly taken aback. "You want to relocate Dafeng Factory to Nanhu Industrial Park in Linhuang District? That place is rather remote!"

"What I mean is, let's adjust the traffic!"

Zhao Dehan pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking calmly: "Come over and have a good talk with Secretary Li. Can the western extension of Line 7 be approved this year? Also, could you coordinate with the Linhuang District government to complete the site preparation (water, electricity, gas, and land leveling) within three months? And this—the dormitory building for Dafeng Factory—shouldn't it also be allocated to the Housing and Construction Bureau? After all, what the workers need are jobs and resettlement compensation!"

Li Dakang carefully observed Zhao Dehan's train of thought.

Relocating Dafeng Factory is a good option.

If Dafeng Factory doesn't relocate, the workers will start a riot tomorrow.

With Guangming Peak still in operation, Shanshui Group will withdraw its investment next week, prompting subsequent developers to question the business environment of Handong Province.

If teachers' salaries are not paid, the education bureau will suspend classes the day after tomorrow.

A multitude of issues.

Li Dakang had to admit that Zhao Dehan's thinking was very clear.

There is only one point.

Li Dakang didn't say anything, but picked up his teacup and blew on it to cool it down.

Where does the money come from?

It sounds nice to say, and it sounds nice to do.

Li Dakang finally spoke: "Does Guangming District still have money?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to say!"

Zhao Dehan didn't urge him, he just pushed a form over:

Funding Requirements Details

Back pay for teachers' salaries (4 months): 2.8 million yuan.

The relocation of Dafeng Factory has commenced (equipment dismantling, transportation, and temporary factory buildings): 1.8 million yuan.

Resettlement compensation: 2.6 million yuan

Transportation infrastructure funding of 1.3 million yuan

Total: 8.5 million yuan.

"That's too high!" Li Dakang said bluntly, "Jingzhou City doesn't have that much money right now!"

"How much can the municipal finance department approve?" Zhao Dehan asked.

Li Dakang put down his teacup, stared at the string of numbers for a full ten seconds, and finally said, "Three hundred million."

He said, "If we add any more, the municipal government will cut off funding."

"No, that's too little!"

Zhao Dehua's tone left no room for negotiation: "These are the bare minimums. If you can't produce them, there will be huge problems later!"

Li Dakang said, "A huge problem? Giving you 800 million will cause huge problems for the entire Jingzhou City. Governor Zhao, I also have to take responsibility for the entire Jingzhou City!"

"However, 300 million is still not enough!"

Zhao Dehan said, "The salaries of the faculty and staff cannot be delayed any longer. I think the resettlement payments for the workers can be delayed for a while, but firstly, the factory demolition is imminent, and the workers need to have wages and income. The construction in the Linhuang District cannot be stopped either. I need at least 600 million yuan!"

Li Dakang shook his head and said, "Six hundred million is still not enough!"

"It really can't be any less!" Zhao Dehan said seriously.

Li Dakang said, "That's still too much!"

The two sides bargained.

Zhao Dehan leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Secretary Li, I won't claim credit for Guangming Peak's achievements, nor will I interfere with your personnel management. I just need three months—within three months, the Dafeng Factory staff will be relocated, the factory will be established, the funding will be in place, and the project will continue."

He paused, then continued, "If you believe me, this 4.6 million is your achievement in stabilizing the situation; if you don't believe me..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze calm, "Then I will apply to Secretary Sha tomorrow to be transferred out of Handong."

Li Dakang's breath hitched.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Outside the window, the snow fell silently.

Li Dakang finally reached out, picked up the pen, and signed his name on the grant application.

After signing, he pushed the document towards him: "Governor Zhao, I trust you this time. But—"

He pointed to the words "4.6 million" with his fingertip. "If, three months from now, Dafeng Factory is still burning gasoline behind its iron gate, Shanshui Group withdraws its investment, and Guangmingfeng stops construction... you need to think carefully about the consequences!"

Zhao Dehan took the document, didn't look at it, and put it directly into his briefcase.

"I'll carry it," he said.

Two words, light, yet as heavy as a monument.

Li Dakang's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhao Dehan with a hint of appreciation. With such a person in charge of all the work in Guangming District in Handong Province, the negative impact brought by Ding Yizhen would probably soon disappear.