Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

"I checked, her resume is very clean. She graduated from the provincial police academy and was assigned to the provincial criminal investigation team, where she rose from a staff member to the deputy chief. Her father's name was Jiang Weiguo, who was the vice president of the provincial high court before he retired. He passed away two years ago."

My mother is a retired doctor at the Provincial People's Hospital. She is unmarried, has no boyfriend, and is known in the provincial government as a "workaholic," reportedly working over fourteen hours a day on average.

Zhou Wenxuan paused here and added, "In addition, during her five years as the chief and deputy chief of the provincial department, she presided over or participated in solving more than two hundred major criminal cases, including eleven cases involving organized crime, all of which were airtight. She had a nickname within the system: 'Razor'."

"razor."

Shen Wangshan repeated the two words, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "A razor is for shaving hair, not bones."

He turned around, walked to the huge mahogany desk, and placed his cigar next to the crystal ashtray.

"Go on."

"This afternoon, after arriving at the Municipal Bureau, she directly reviewed the files of unsolved criminal cases from the past three months, and then convened a short meeting with the leadership team."

At the meeting, in front of the five deputy directors, she specifically asked Qin Chuan about the cases related to Fengmao Group. Qin Chuan was stumped by her question and almost gave himself away.

Zhou Wenxuan's tone was as calm as if he were reporting a weather forecast. "In addition, she asked Fang Xuewen to arrest Zhao Biao before tomorrow, and Fang Xuewen has already agreed."

"Zhao Biao?"

Shen Wangshan frowned. "What did Zhao Biao do today?"

"I smashed up a building materials store in the south of the city this afternoon, and she happened to be passing by and saw it. She recorded it."

Shen Wangshan was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Biaozi, are you out of your mind?"

Shen Wangshan's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a knife-like chill: "Smashing shops in broad daylight, are you afraid no one will see it?"

A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Shan, I was wrong. I was just anxious because that old geezer surnamed Chen kept dragging his feet on moving... I didn't think that much of it..."

When did you think about it?

Shen Wangshan interrupted him, "No need to wait until tomorrow, go to the Municipal Bureau and turn yourself in now. Remember, be polite, admit what you should admit, and don't say a word you shouldn't. Detain me for as many days as you need, and when you get out, stay put and don't leave Yi'an for three months."

"Huh? Brother Shan, I'm going to turn myself in? This...."

Zhao Biao clearly hadn't expected this arrangement.

"You think I'm discussing this with you?"

Shen Wangshan's tone became more impatient. "The new bureau chief wants to make an example of you to establish his authority. You can't avoid it. Go and get caught yourself; at least it'll look better on the surface."

I'll arrange a lawyer; you won't be in there for long. But if I hear of you causing trouble again, you won't be coming out.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhao Biao's muffled voice:

"Understood, Brother Shan, I'll go right now."

Shen Wangshan hung up the phone, picked up his cigar again, but didn't smoke it; he just twirled it in his hand.

He looked at Zhou Wenxuan:

"What do you think Jiang Ruolan wants to do in Yi'an?"

Zhou Wenxuan pushed up his glasses, as if organizing his thoughts, and after a moment he said:

"The provincial department's actions this time are unusual. Although Yi'an has many problems, it is still a prefecture-level city. The position of director of the municipal bureau is usually not filled by a 33-year-old deputy chief, let alone parachuted in."

Such an arrangement usually only has one possibility—the province believes that the problem in Yi'an has reached a point where it must be resolved using unconventional methods, and Director Jiang is the knife they have chosen.

"knife."

Shen Wangshan chuckled, a laugh tinged with contempt, but also with something else—a thrilling sense of having met his match. "I, Shen Wangshan, have been in Yi'an for over thirty years. What kind of knife haven't I seen? Some knives came at me, and I dodged them; some I broke; and some, I used them until they became mine."

Zhou Wenxuan didn't respond to that sentence, but instead changed the subject:

"Also, Brother Shan, Boss Ren just called and said he's hosting a gathering at our usual spot tonight and would like to invite you over. He also said Mayor Gu will be there tonight."

Shen Wangshan raised an eyebrow:

"Gu Changhe is going too? Has the sun risen in the west? Isn't he always the most conscious of his image and never eats at the same table with us?"

"Boss Ren said that Mayor Gu called him today, saying that it had been a long time since they had gotten together and he wanted to invite a few old friends to sit down together."

Shen Wangshan was silent for a while, then put the cigar back in his mouth, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled.

The smoke swirled in the afternoon light, like an invisible snake.

"interesting."

He said, "Gu Changhe took the initiative to set up a meeting on the very first day the new director arrived. It seems that this old fox has also sensed something."

"Are you going?"

"Yes, of course I'll go."

Shen Wangshan stood up, took his coat from the hanger, and said, "Gu Changhe is a man who doesn't act easily, but when he does, there's always a reason. I'd like to hear what he has to say tonight."

He put on his coat, walked to the door, paused, and turned back to Zhou Wenxuan, saying:

"Oh, right, give Qin Chuan a call and tell him to come over tonight too. The new director gave him a hard time today, he's probably holding a grudge, I'll help him calm down."

Zhou Wenxuan nodded, took out his phone, and started dialing.

Shen Wangshan pushed open the door and strode into the corridor. His leather shoes made a crisp and powerful sound on the marble floor, as if announcing something.

Meanwhile, on the fourth floor of the Yi'an City Public Security Bureau, Jiang Ruolan sat alone in her office, with the nineteen case files related to Fengmao Group spread out in front of her.

Instead of asking for help, she did it herself, copying down the key information from each case file into a notebook.

Her handwriting was small and neat, and she wrote each line with great force, the tip of her pen almost piercing through the paper.

Chen Yonggui, male, 48 years old, legal representative of Yonggui Sand and Gravel Plant in Shiqiao County, reported Fengmao Group five times between September and November 2024 for illegally occupying mines and beating workers. On November 17, he was attacked with sulfuric acid at his doorstep, suffering burns to 35% of his body. He is currently in the ICU of the Provincial People's Hospital.

Li Changhe, male, 36 years old, a truck driver, refused to register his vehicle with Fengmao Logistics. On October 9, 2024, he was beaten with iron pipes by three men in the Fengmao Logistics park, suffering comminuted fractures in both legs. The suspects have been released on bail, and the victim has not yet received any compensation.

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