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

A perfectly good internet-famous food has suddenly become a low-quality frozen counterfeit, which is disgusting to anyone.

Secretary Bai panicked. "Boss, are you alright?"

Should we go to the hospital for a check-up right away?

The health of leaders is of utmost importance; we must remain vigilant.

Since I bought the roast goose leg myself, I am fully responsible.

If anything happens to Sha Ruijin, I'll definitely be fired.

Sha Ruijin raised his hand to stop him, "Xiaobai, why go to a hospital? Don't waste medical resources."

It took me a long time to calm down the discomfort in my stomach.

If Liu Changsheng and Gao Yuliang find out, wouldn't they make fun of me?

If this gets out, it will have a negative impact and the losses will outweigh the gains.

Those in high positions have their image affected by every word and action.

Xiao Bai looked guilty and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, "I'm sorry, boss, I didn't think it through."

Secretary Tian had mentioned before that Uncle Goose Leg had an excellent reputation in many universities in Handong, so I didn't check in detail and just bought it.

I really didn't know that the wildly popular online snack was actually frozen zombie duck legs.

Anyway, even if Sha Ruijin was wrong, we can't say that Sha Ruijin was wrong.

"Xiao Bai, don't mention it anymore, let's leave it at that." Sha Ruijin waved his hand.

As soon as Secretary Bai mentioned it, Sha Ruijin felt nauseous.

Tian Guofu looked at the packaging bag, rubbed his stomach, and said, "Secretary Sha, I think that no matter what's wrong, it's all Li Dakang's fault. Li Dakang is the top official in Jingzhou City."

Tian Guofu felt his stomach churning violently, and waves of sharp pain suddenly struck him.

I ate three duck legs in one go, eating them the fastest, and I had also eaten spicy strips beforehand.

As a result, the backlash came most fiercely.

"Secretary Sha, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts terribly, I need to go to the restroom."

His tone was filled with undisguised pain, and he could no longer maintain his usual composure.

Without waiting for Sha Ruijin's response, she clutched her stomach and rushed out of the office.

It's a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead; being greedy leads to a huge loss.

Sha Ruijin's situation is not much better.

He had just finished eating the last green-glowing zombie duck leg, and a strange taste lingered in his mouth, seemingly fermenting and spreading in his stomach.

At first, they were able to force themselves to stay afloat.

After a while, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Xiaobai, I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on either."

He walked quickly out of the office.

It's truly humiliating that a prestigious provincial-level university was humiliated by a fake goose leg sold on the street.

In the huge provincial office, only Secretary Bai remained.

Secretary Bai's mind went completely blank.

Zombie meat, chemical residues, spoiled frozen food, food poisoning, and even the death of Tian Guofu—these words raced wildly through my mind.

If the accident were to come true, his secretary would be held responsible.

At best, they'll be dismissed and investigated; at worst, they'll be sent to work as sewing machines, ruining their future.

Xiao Bai was at a loss, pacing back and forth, extremely anxious.

We dare not delay, nor do we dare to take chances.

I took out my phone and dialed 120.

Less than ten minutes later, the siren of an ambulance came from the provincial party committee compound.

Medical staff rushed into the office building with stretchers and emergency equipment.

at this time.

Sha Ruijin and Tian Guofu were already exhausted and weak.

The two sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall.

Medical staff arrived and Sha Ruijin and Tian Guofu were lifted onto stretchers.

Secretary Bai followed behind and got into the ambulance together.

The ambulance sped towards the hospital with its siren blaring.

At the same time, on the streets of Jingzhou city.

The night was deep, and the traffic flowed slowly.

A taxi is driving on the main road.

There were four people sitting in the car.

Chen Qingquan, president of the Intermediate People's Court of the city, sat in the passenger seat.

Qi Tongwei, Li Dakang, and Cheng Du were seated in the back row.

Qi Tongwei originally planned to eat near Handong University, but after exposing the goose leg uncle, he became known by many college students and had to take a taxi to another place.

Taxi driver Lao Li gripped the steering wheel. "Brothers, where are you going?"

I will try my best to give you a shortcut.

He drives at night most of the year and is very hospitable.

The key issue is that none of the four people said where they were going, so we have to find out.

Chen Qingquan turned to Qi Tongwei in the back row, "Brother Qi, where are we going?"

Qi Tongwei leaned back in his seat and thought Li Dakang seemed a bit fat and took up too much space.

"Old Chen, let's find a restaurant with decent food and have some home-style dishes."

Chen Qingquan scratched his head. "There's a lot of delicious food in Handong. For the best food in Handong, look to Lüzhou."

Looking for good food in Jingzhou? Just take out your phone and search.

Upon hearing this, driver Lao Li smiled and retorted, "Judging from your accents, you don't seem to be locals. Are you on a business trip from out of town?"

He didn't even recognize that the person sitting next to him was a leader from various levels of the Handong government.

Chen Qingquan casually made up a pretext to conceal his identity: "We are here at Handong University for further study and exchange."

They can tell lies without batting an eye, perfectly avoiding the risk of their identity being exposed.

Old Li laughed heartily, "Then you've come to the right place. The people of Jingzhou are the most hospitable and never xenophobic."

If you're looking for delicious and authentic home-style cooking, I recommend a place.

Chen Qingquan thought it was pretty good. "Master, is it far from here?"

Old Li slowed down, "It's not far!"

About six kilometers away, there is a Hunan cuisine restaurant called Master Cao, which serves authentic Hunan dishes, generous portions, and fair prices. It is honest and trustworthy.

Many people love going there; they definitely won't rip off out-of-towners.

This is a genuine recommendation, no gimmicks whatsoever.

Qi Tongwei nodded slightly, then pulled his baseball cap down to cover most of his eyebrows and eyes.

Speaking with a deliberate Beijing accent, he asked, "Master, may I inquire about the current state of public security in Jingzhou?"

Driver Lao Li lightly gripped the steering wheel. "Overall, it's alright. It's much better than the chaotic mess it was a few years ago."

To be honest, without exaggeration or bias.

Li Dakang instantly became interested.

Afraid that the driver would recognize her true identity, she deliberately pinched her throat and changed her tone, "Sir, what does 'okay' mean?"

Having governed Jingzhou for many years, Li Dakang cared about the city's reputation for governance and instinctively wanted to inquire about the details.

Old Li glanced at the rearview mirror but didn't recognize Li Dakang, assuming he was just an ordinary person.

"Brother, now the streets and alleys are almost completely covered by surveillance cameras. The Skynet is so dense that bad guys don't dare to come out and cause trouble easily."

You might not know this, but this surveillance system is said to be patented and developed by Director Chen Shan of the Public Security Bureau of Handong Province.

Because of this profession, I come into contact with all sorts of people every day, and there are a lot of rumors and gossip.

Qi Tongwei shook his head. "I don't think it's appropriate for the head of the Public Security Bureau to be involved in technology patents."

I never expected Chen Shan to do something like this.

Old Li lowered his voice, becoming much more cautious, "Hey, you don't understand, Director Chen is no ordinary person."

The head of the Handong Public Security Bureau is a man of great authority, whose word carries immense weight and whose power is boundless.

His father was Chen Yanshi, the former chief prosecutor of the Handong Provincial Procuratorate, who had deep roots in Handong.

Most importantly, Provincial Party Secretary Sha Ruijin is the older brother of Director Chen Shan.

Given this background, who would dare to say a word?

He quickly added after saying that, afraid of getting into trouble.

"I just heard some gossip from a sports car dealership, and I'm just rambling on. You should forget about it after you hear it, so please don't spread it around."

If Director Chen really sets his sights on me, I, a mere commoner, simply won't be able to stay in Jingzhou."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Du, who was sitting in the back row, immediately became interested.

Many rumors and power struggles are often hidden in everyday gossip.

"Master, this Director Chen Shan sounds like he has quite a background."

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