Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

Fang Xuewen put down his teacup and cleared his throat.

He was in his early fifties, with a round face, and looked like a kind and gentle old man. He also spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Director Jiang, I need to have my subordinates compile this data before I can give you an accurate answer. However, I can give you a general overview first—there are currently about fourteen or fifteen registered demolition companies in Yi'an, the largest of which is the demolition team of Fengmao Real Estate, a subsidiary of Fengmao."

As for public order incidents... to be honest, the demolition industry is inherently prone to disputes. When emotions run high, some physical altercations are inevitable. Most of them are minor and can be resolved with mediation.

"It'll be over with some mediation."

Jiang Ruolan repeated his words, her tone so calm it revealed no particular attitude. "Deputy Director Fang, what I saw on the street today wasn't a 'physical altercation.' A group of people wielding baseball bats smashed someone's shop, dragged the owner out in front of dozens of passersby, and pinned him to the ground, threatening him. In your jurisdiction, wouldn't that be considered a 'minor matter'?"

Fang Xuewen's smile couldn't be maintained.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, using this action to cover his embarrassment, before slowly saying:

"Director Jiang, I didn't witness this myself, so I can't make a judgment. However, if it's true, it should indeed be dealt with seriously. I'll have someone investigate later."

"No need to turn back, I've already recorded a video."

Jiang Ruolan took out her phone and placed it on the table. "The one leading the group is called Zhao Biao. I've also noted down the license plate number. Deputy Director Fang, I'll personally oversee this case. I need to see Zhao Biao in custody by tomorrow. Is that alright?"

Fang Xuewen's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan remained expressionless and gave him no response.

"Well... Director Jiang, I know Zhao Biao. He's a fairly well-known figure in Yi'an, and he does have some men under his command. If we want to arrest him, we might need to make some arrangements—"

"Deputy Director Fang."

Jiang Ruolan interrupted him again, this time her tone leaving no room for negotiation, "The identity and reputation of a suspect who makes violent threats in the street should not be an obstacle to police action. If you feel it's difficult, I can personally lead the team to arrest him."

Fang Xuewen quickly waved his hand:

"No, no, Director Jiang, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I'll make the arrangements right away, and I'll definitely bring Zhao Biao back before tomorrow."

Jiang Ruolan looked at him for three seconds, then nodded and moved on to the next topic.

The entire meeting lasted less than forty minutes.

Jiang Ruolan did not deliver any lengthy policy speeches, make any grand promises, or make any harsh statements.

She simply presented the most pressing questions one by one in the most direct way, forcing each deputy director in charge to make an on-the-spot statement.

Her style is like a scalpel: precise, calm, and ruthless.

After the meeting, the five members of the leadership team filed out of the meeting room.

Qin Chuan, who was walking at the back, paused at the door, glanced back at Jiang Ruolan who was tidying up the materials on the table, his gaze complicated, and then turned and walked out.

In the corridor, Fang Xuewen caught up with Qin Chuan and said in a low voice:

"Old Qin, this new bureau chief is not easy to deal with."

Qin Chuan didn't turn around, he just snorted through his nose:

"It's normal for her to be so sharp on her first day. Let her have her fun for a few days, and she'll soon find out just how deep the waters are in Yi'an."

Fang Xuewen hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Are they really going to arrest Zhao Biao?"

Qin Chuan stopped and glanced at him, his gaze cold and hard:

"Arrest them, and not only arrest them, but arrest them well. Let everyone see how powerful the new director is, arresting Zhao Biao on his very first day in office."

Fang Xuewen was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and chuckled:

"Understood. Pick it up first, then throw it down."

Qin Chuan didn't say anything more, strode into his office, and closed the door behind him.

Meanwhile, on Renmin Road, the busiest street in Ngee Ann City, a 28-story glass curtain wall building glittered in the afternoon sun.

Two huge golden characters, "丰茂" (Feng Mao), stand atop the building.

This is the headquarters of Fengmao Group, and also the most impressive building in Yian City, even several floors taller than the city government building.

In the chairman's office on the top floor, a man in his early fifties stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigar between his fingers, looking down at the city.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an old, faded scar on his neck.

The scar ran from below his left ear all the way to his collarbone, like a mark left by something slashing him hard.

Shen Wangshan, chairman of Fengmao Group and member of Yian City CPPCC, is said to have a net worth of over 2 billion yuan.

But in the memories of the locals in Yi'an, thirty years ago he was just an orphan in the shantytown in the east of the city. He started fighting with street thugs at the age of fifteen, opened his first underground casino at the age of twenty, and had more than a dozen lives on his hands by the age of twenty-five.

In thirty years, he transformed himself from a street thug into a well-dressed entrepreneur, moving from dark and damp underground casinos to the bright and clean top floor of a skyscraper.

He spent thirty years washing away the blood on his body, hiding the blade, and turning his fists into contracts and official seals.

But those who know him know that Shen Wangshan has only changed his appearance; in his heart, he is still the same desperate criminal he was thirty years ago.

There was a light knock on the office door, and a man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

His name is Zhou Wenxuan. He is the assistant general manager of Fengmao Group and one of Shen Wangshan's most trusted advisors.

Unlike Shen Wangshan's ruggedness, Zhou Wenxuan looked like a typical intellectual—refined, elegant, speaking slowly and deliberately, and even a little shy when he smiled.

But Shen Wangshan's men were all afraid of him, because this seemingly weak man was the only one around Shen Wangshan who never laid a hand on anyone, yet could command the obedience of everyone who did.

"Brother Shan, we've got news from the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Zhou Wenxuan stopped two steps behind Shen Wangshan at just the right moment. "The new director has arrived. Her surname is Jiang, her name is Jiang Ruolan, she is a woman, thirty-three years old, and she came from the Provincial Criminal Investigation Department."

Shen Wangshan didn't turn around, and exhaled a puff of smoke:

"Thirty-three years old, female, transferred from the provincial department to become the city bureau chief, what's her background?"

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