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

Zhao Chongming realized the seriousness of the problem.

How can someone cause a mass incident at the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and still have their father remain the Executive Vice Governor?

This is simply a dream!

They underestimated Gao Yuliang.

They also underestimated the greed in people's hearts.

I glanced at Wang Wenge again.

Fortunately.

Wang Wenge was a kind and honest man.

Knowing the other party's moves, Zhao Chongming was no longer in a hurry and began to plan his next step.

First, we need to identify and expose this group of people.

Secondly, it serves as a warning to others.

He leaned back in his leather chair, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, before asking, "How many of them are there in total? Besides Old Ma, Little Li, and Er Lengzi, who else is there?"

Wang Wenge shook his head: "At the time, only the three of them came to me, but judging from their tone, there were other people behind them."

Zhao Chongming leaned forward and lowered his voice: "You have to get the list out of them—not a single one can be missed. This matter will not succeed just because of a few troublemakers. What he wants is the illusion of 'spontaneous action by the masses'."

He paused, then continued, "Only by knowing the complete list can we clear the area precisely, without harming the innocent or leaving any future trouble."

Wang Wenge frowned: "But they're still wary of me... What if I alert them?"

"So you have to act."

Zhao Chongming laughed and said, "Bring out that same energy you had when you were protecting the factory. Pretend you've been persuaded, or even more radical than them. Tell them: 'Just blocking the gate isn't enough, someone has to kneel and cry, an elderly person has to faint, and it has to be trending on social media!'"

He paused, then continued, "You have to put yourself in the shoes of a commander, just like when you protected Dafeng Factory. Once they get excited, they'll naturally recruit more people—who's in charge of the banners, who's contacting the media, who's the victim—it'll all be revealed."

He paused, his eyes turning cold: "Remember, don't ask 'Are there any others?' Ask 'Who else are we missing?' People are most afraid of the word 'we'—once they feel they're on our side, they'll keep quiet."

Wang Wenge's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Understood."

Zhao Chongming stood up, walked over to him, and said solemnly, "Only you can handle this. You're someone the workers trust. You protected Dafeng Factory back then; you were their leader. I think they'll definitely be willing to follow you. You need to be the commander!"

Wang Wenge took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go see them tonight and tell them... I've thought it through and I'm willing to take the lead."

"Okay." Zhao Chongming patted him on the shoulder: "Give me the complete list as soon as possible, including names, addresses, contact information, and their roles in the plan—the more detailed the better."

"What if they refuse to tell us?"

"Please, you're the one in charge now!" Zhao Chongming chuckled. "Tell them what role they're planning to play, ask them what they're good at, and let them honestly tell you that you're the boss, okay?"

Wang Wenge lowered his head and muttered to himself, "I'm the boss, I'm the boss, I'm the boss!"

"That's it, that's the feeling!" Zhao Chongming smiled. "Let's gather them together first!"

Wang Wenge nodded: "Understood!"

……

……

The rain has stopped, but the night at Nanhu Lake remains damp and cold.

Wang Wenge stood at the door of the trade union office of Xindafeng Factory, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in his hand—on which were seventeen names.

Old Ma, Little Li, Er Lengzi... each one of them was a "troublemaker" he personally identified.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Zhao Chongming had been waiting for a long time. He was still wearing his suit and his tie was loose, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Lin Wei had already been sent home by him—tonight, no talk of romance, only the elimination of internal troubles.

"Is everything ready?" Zhao Chongming asked.

"All done."

Wang Wenge nodded: "I did as you suggested, saying we were going to 'plot something big,' and lured them all to the warehouse in Workshop No. 3—there were no surveillance cameras there, and they believed me."

Zhao Chongming stood up and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Action."

The warehouse of Workshop No. 3 was dimly lit.

Seventeen people huddled in a corner, surrounded by smoke.

Old Ma was spitting as he spoke:

"As soon as the central inspection team arrives, we'll block the management committee's gate! I've already written the banner—'Zhao Dehan cheated the workers; his blood and sweat won't bring him justice!'"

"Once it's done, each of you will get 15,000 yuan, enough for your son to attend university for ten years!"

The crowd laughed and joked, as if they could already see money raining down from the sky.

Just then, the iron gate was kicked open with a loud bang!

A blinding flashlight shone in, and dozens of security guards in black uniforms filed in, carrying riot shields, their steps as orderly as a military formation.

This is Zhao Chongming's security team, consisting of more than forty people, all of whom are retired veterans.

This can be considered a form of re-employment after being laid off.

Strict discipline and decisive action.

"Don't move! Hands behind your head!"

A sharp shout rang out, as loud as thunder.

Old Ma's face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel down: "What...what are you doing?!"

No one answered.

Two security guards stepped forward and pinned him to the ground, his face pressed against the cold cement.

Xiao Li tried to run away but was tripped. Er Lengzi had just shouted "We are workers" when his mouth was taped shut.

In the chaos, Lao Ma suddenly looked up and saw Wang Wenge standing at the door.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a wild beast: "Wang Wenge! You bastard! You betrayed us?!"

Wang Wenge strode forward, looked down at him, and said in a voice as firm as iron:

"Betray you? I was saving you!"

Wang Wenge cursed, pointing at Lao Ma's nose and yelling, "What the hell are you? You dog! Governor Zhao gave you a new factory, a new job, new medical insurance, and your son can go to school, and you cursed the neighbor's son and now you want to harm Governor Zhao? Do you have any conscience at all?"

"I'm just seeking justice for myself, am I wrong?" Old Ma immediately started cursing.

"Damn it!" Wang Wenge kicked over the cigarette pack next to Old Ma, roaring, "You son of a bitch, have you lost your conscience?! Someone gave you a job, and you still want to smash their pot?! Today, it's not me betraying you, it's you betraying the word 'worker'!"

The entire room fell silent.

Some bowed their heads, some wept, and some slumped to the ground, muttering to themselves, "It's over... I've lost my job..."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry!"

Zhao Chongming walked in slowly, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the empty marble slabs: "It's not worth getting angry. People all want to pursue a better life!"

Upon seeing Zhao Chongming, Old Ma immediately swallowed hard: "Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Chongming looked down at Lao Ma and smiled, "You think you can cause trouble just because you have someone backing you up?"

"I...I didn't mean that!" Old Ma stammered, "I just...I just wanted to...want to..."

"alright!"

Zhao Chongming smiled and looked at Old Ma, asking, "Can you tell me now who sent you to target me?"

Old Ma shook his head and said, "No, there's no one here!"

Zhao Chongming smiled: "I hate dishonest people!"