Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

"It's no trouble at all, Governor Qi." Zhang Shuli felt confident now.

Qi Tongwei glanced at his watch. "Lishu, keep a close eye on Laifu Nursing Home, especially on the registration of those who gave gifts to Old Chen. If possible, take some photos."

Zhang Shuli confidently stated, "Governor Qi, rest assured. I will personally take charge and guarantee that everything will be handled clearly and flawlessly."

Strategic planning and mastery are key to success.

the other side.

The Provincial Party Committee of Handong.

Sha Ruijin's office.

Sha Ruijin held a cup of tea and looked out the window.

Pick up your phone and dial Chen Yanshi's number.

When the call connected, the tone was friendly, without a trace of the airs of a provincial party secretary.

"Uncle Chen, how have you been lately?"

When Chen Yanshi received Sha Ruijin's call, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and his voice became much lighter.

It's like I've suddenly become 20 years younger.

"Little Jinzi, I'm doing fine. I sold the house and donated it. Now I live in a nursing home, it's peaceful and comfortable, much more so than living at home."

Sha Ruijin smiled faintly, "Uncle Chen, I'll come over to see you today and chat with you about everyday things."

Chen Yanshi was overjoyed upon hearing this, and his spirits lifted.

"Alright, alright! I'll notify Chen Shan and Chen Hai right away and have them come over immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yanshi immediately contacted his two sons, urging them to drop everything and come to the nursing home as soon as possible.

To receive a personal visit from the top leader of the provincial party committee is an honor that no one else in the entire Handong Province can match.

As evening fell, three black official vehicles slowly pulled up in front of Laifu Nursing Home.

Secretary Bai opened the car door, and Sha Ruijin got out.

Following closely behind were Tian Guofu, Secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, and Wu Chunlin, Minister of the Organization Department, who got off the car.

Three members of the Standing Committee of the Hantong Provincial Party Committee visited at the same time.

It's so rare.

Chen Yanshi and Wang Fuzhen were already waiting at the entrance of their small courtyard.

The brothers Chen Shan and Chen Hai exchanged pleasantries with Sha Ruijin, Tian Guofu, and Wu Chunlin.

The group entered the nursing home.

Upon seeing Chen Yanshi, Sha Ruijin quickly stepped forward, grasped Chen Yanshi's hand, and said, "Uncle Chen, it's been a long time. You look to be in much better spirits."

Chen Yanshi smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, "Little Jinzi, thanks to you, I, Chen Yanshi, have worked hard all my life. I am very content to have a comfortable and secure old age."

Surrounded by greenery, the courtyard is serene and elegant, making it an ideal place to relax and rejuvenate.

Everyone sat down to enjoy tea, reminiscing about the past and chatting about everyday life.

Seeing this scene, Tian Guofu couldn't help but sigh, "Old Chen and Old Wang really see things clearly. Money and houses are just external things."

Retirement is the time to rest and recuperate – that's true happiness.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Wang are truly extraordinary.

The house was sold and donated.

Wu Chunlin immediately chimed in, "Old Chen and Old Wang represent the integrity of the older generation, which is worthy of our learning."

Saying these things is nothing more than flattering Sha Ruijin.

Chen Yanshi waved his hand, "It's all in the past. When we were making revolution and fighting the Japanese, it was never for fame or fortune, but only for the peace and stability of the people and the well-being of the country."

His simple words filled everyone present with a sense of awe.

clap clap clap!

applause.

Sha Ruijin nodded slightly, "It is because of the selfless dedication of your older generation that Handong has achieved its current stable development. We will never forget our roots, nor can we forget the path we came from."

Chen Hai sat to the side, listening quietly, his heart filled with awe.

The provincial governor came to visit, and his own official position was approved.

This is truly a double celebration.

No, it's triple happiness.

Because Chen Shan had no chance of becoming a vice-minister.

The Liang family has far more resources than the Chen family. The two sons of the Liang family are only at the level of director-general, and none of them have reached the level of vice minister.

Chen Hai felt that even with Sha Ruijin's support, the Chen family's resources could only support one person's promotion to the vice-ministerial level.

Therefore, Chen Hai was very happy that Chen Shan was rejected, hoping that the Chen family would use all their resources on him in the future.

After chatting for a while, it got dark.

Wang Fuzhen had already prepared a table of home-style dishes, without any delicacies, but all of them were Sha Ruijin's favorite foods when he was a child.

Chen Yanshi had it all planned out: the main theme would be nostalgia.

Everyone sat around a table, eating and chatting in a harmonious atmosphere.

There was no backstabbing or infighting in officialdom, no strict hierarchical constraints, only the purest form of casual conversation and reminiscing.

During the meal, Sha Ruijin repeatedly urged Chen Yanshi to take good care of his health and to report any needs directly to the Provincial Party Committee.

Every word and phrase seemed to come from the heart.

This simple home-cooked meal is filled with warmth and reassures people's hearts.

Everyone knows that Sha Ruijin's kindness and respect for Chen Yanshi is a way of establishing his image as someone who respects veteran comrades.

the other side.

Night fell over the outskirts of Jingzhou.

The evening wind was bleak, the night was pitch black, and the suburban road was desolate and deserted.

An unlicensed bread truck was parked on the side of the road.

The driver, with a cigarette in his mouth, got out of the car to relieve himself.

Inside the car, Ding Yizhen huddled in a corner, restless and feeling hot and uneasy.

I was already exhausted, both physically and mentally.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, and a strong sense of crisis swept over me.

I was on edge, constantly observing my surroundings, and feeling incredibly anxious.

Something's not right, something's really not right.

I saw the driver walk towards a tree.

Ding Yizhen could no longer sit still. He gently pushed open the car door and ran away.

His instinct to regain his freedom made him disregard his exhaustion and focus solely on fleeing forward.

The driver climbed a tree, holding a walkie-talkie, and said, "The stray dogs are running away, heading in the right direction."

In a panic, Ding Yizhen ran wildly along the path, when suddenly a light appeared at the end of his vision.

The brightly lit sign stood tall in the night, marking the entrance to Angel Company.

Ding Yizhen was overjoyed, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Little did he know, this ray of light was not a path to survival, but a prison for him.

He rushed to the company entrance, wondering whether to go in or not.

Before I could decide, two dark figures darted out from both sides.

Two burly men in black moved swiftly and decisively, lifting Ding Yizhen up from the left and right.

The force was immense, locking him in place so tightly that he had no chance to struggle.

Ding Yizhen panicked instantly, struggled desperately, and screamed.

"Who are you! Let me go! Do you know who I am?!"

No one answered his question.

Without saying a word, the two dragged the struggling Ding Yizhen into the courtyard.

A tall figure stood in the center of the open space, wearing a dog-head mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

It was Li Shundong.

Looking at Ding Yizhen, who was struggling and in a sorry state, Li Shundong spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion.

"Lock it in."

With just three simple words, the decision on how to deal with Ding Yizhen was made.

Upon hearing the commotion, his men acted swiftly and skillfully, shoving Ding Yizhen directly into the small dog cage.

The cage door clicked shut, the crisp sound completely sealing off Ding Yizhen's last escape route.

Ding Yizhen was huddled in the cage, the space cramped and oppressive, unable to move.

He stared at the cold iron bars, finally despairing completely, his whole body turning ice-cold.

A vice mayor who had enjoyed a glorious life suddenly fell from grace and became a prisoner in a cage.

I never expected that after escaping the bread truck, I would end up in a dog cage.

Li Shundong raised his hand, took off his mask, and returned to his office.

I made a phone call.

"Senior, the dog is back."

The code was concise and precise, and only two people could understand its meaning.

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Du listened and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Very good, let's wait and see. No rush to ask questions."

Haste makes waste; first, wear down Ding Yizhen's arrogance.

"Okay," Li Shundong replied and hung up the phone.

The things that Qi Tongwei and Cheng Du instructed us to do must be done well.

All of Ding Yizhen's secrets must be uncovered.