Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Qi Tongwei nodded and took a brand-new pink mobile phone out of Chen Qiang's pocket.

Depend on!

A man using a pink phone; it's a bit unsettling.

"Chen Qiang, what's your phone password? Call your dad right now. You think you're so capable, but you can actually call in reinforcements?"

"Hmph, fine, you'd better watch out." Chen Qiang was actually a little scared and wanted to leave as soon as possible, and even take all the people in front of him inside.

But then again, fearing these people might change their minds, he decided to reveal the password first: "The password is four 8s."

Li Dakang almost burst out laughing. What's the point of setting such a password?

Qi Tongwei smiled but didn't say anything.

Qi Tongwei opened his contacts and found a number saved as "Dad." "Chen Qiang, is this it? The last three digits are 666."

Chen Qiang, his neck stiff, felt a little dizzy and his head ached. He nodded vigorously, "Yes, this is my dad."

Qi Tongwei dialed the number directly.

The phone kept ringing.

No one answered.

Qi Tongwei dialed again.

Still no one answered.

Repeat three times.

There was only a mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone indicating that no one was answering.

Qi Tongwei squatted down and waved his phone in front of Chen Qiang's eyes.

"Chen Qiang, is your dad your stepfather, or did he abandon you?"

Chen Qiang's expression changed, and he shook his head frantically.

"Bullshit. No way. My dad loves me the most. He's definitely in a meeting. He's the deputy director of the neighborhood committee, he's super busy. You guys are doomed."

Got it!

What a good son! He exposed his father's true colors completely.

at this time.

In the suburbs of Lincheng, there is a secluded private club.

The private room was filled with smoke and luxuriously decorated.

Genuine leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, and thick imported wool carpets on the floor.

The wine cabinet in the corner was filled with Maotai and foreign liquor.

Two young girls in cheongsams stood to the side, responsible for pouring tea and serving water, not daring to utter a sound.

Four people are sitting at the mahjong table.

Sitting in the east-facing seat was Chen Changgang, the deputy director of Chenjiazhuang Subdistrict Office, whom Chen Qiang had mentioned was busy with a meeting.

Chen Changgang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and mahjong tiles twirling in his hands, was beaming with health.

A pot-bellied man sitting opposite played a card.

Thirty thousand.

Chen Changgang quickly pushed the cards over.

"Oh dear, Old Wang got the winning tile! He won! He won!"

Old Wang laughed loudly, opened the drawer, grabbed a handful of hundred-yuan bills, and threw them over.

"Director Chen, you're on a winning streak today. Thank you for giving me that project in the south of the city."

Chen Changgang flicked his cigarette ash. "Old Wang, pay attention. Don't let me down. I worked really hard to pry that piece of land off of the ground."

Old Wang nodded and bowed, "Director Chen, don't worry. I've prepared all the materials. Just give the word, and we can start construction in the next few days. As for those stubborn holdouts, I'll have someone deal with them, make sure they're dealt with decisively. We'll stick to the usual profit margins."

The other two echoed this sentiment.

"With Director Chen in charge, there's nothing Lincheng can't accomplish."

"That's right, that's right, from now on we'll all be relying on Director Chen to make our fortune."

On the coffee table next to it.

A cell phone is flashing incessantly.

The screen displayed the words "son".

My phone is on silent.

The clatter of cards being shuffled in the private room, along with the laughter and jeers of the men...

Chen Changgang laughed heartily, "What do you mean by getting rich? Don't talk nonsense. We are all serving the people."

the other side.

Chen Qiang started to panic when he couldn't get through to his father on the phone.

"Call my grandpa. Quickly. My grandpa loves me the most. You can't afford to mess with him." Chen Qiang shouted at Qi Tongwei, his voice trembling.

Qi Tongwei has basically figured out the background of Chen Changgang's family.

The Public Security Bureau is investigating some matters; it will be done very quickly.

"Fine. I'll grant your wish. Today I'll let you die knowing why. Let's see just how powerful your Chen family really is."

Scrolling through the contacts.

Find the number labeled "Grandpa" and dial it.

Three hours ago.

Handong Provincial Government.

Office of the Executive Vice Governor.

Wu Xiongfei leaned back on the leather sofa, smoking. Ashes fell onto his black trousers, but he didn't reach out to brush them off.

Ren Zhimin paced back and forth in his office.

Sha Ruijin has returned to Jingzhou.

This news reached Ren Zhimin's ears half an hour ago. The top official of Handong Province had quietly gone on a tour of the provinces and had now returned just as quietly.

The underlying political message is all too clear.

Sha Ruijin had seen and heard enough; he was ready to strike.

Who will the first strike be aimed at?

Very important.

It's hard to imagine who that unlucky guy is.

Ren Zhimin picked up the red landline on the table and dialed the number for Sha Ruijin's office, but no one answered.

Calls to Sha Ruijin's mobile phone went unanswered.

Ren Zhimin put the microphone back on the landline and looked at Wu Xiongfei. "Mayor Wu, what's your opinion?"

Wu Xiongfei stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and crushed it forcefully into the crystal ashtray. "Don't bother. Governor Ren, thank you. Secretary Sha is probably very busy and just doesn't want to see anyone."

"What exactly is Secretary Sha up to?" Ren Zhimin thought, finding this amusing.

Li Dakang is not in Jingzhou.

Song Yunhui and Gao Yuliang were also not there.

In name, Ren Zhimin is now in charge of this territory in Jingzhou.

If the sky were to really collapse, without a tall person to hold it up, he would probably be the first one to be crushed to death.

"Contact Tian Guofu." Wu Xiongfei shifted his posture, leaning forward. "Secretary Tian oversees the Discipline Inspection Commission; he's the most well-informed."

Ren Zhimin took out his phone and found Tian Guofu's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"As Executive Director," Tian Guofu's voice came from the loudspeaker, carrying his usual official tone.

"Secretary Tian, ​​I just received news that Secretary Sha has returned to Jingzhou. Mayor Wu Xiongfei and I are together, and we're discussing whether to report to Secretary Sha on the recent progress of our work in Handong." Ren Zhimin's idea was to formally introduce Wu Xiongfei to Sha Ruijin.

The sound of pages rustling as they turned could be heard coming from the speaker.

Tian Guofu coughed twice on the other end of the phone. "Executive Director Ren, Mayor Wu, I think you'd better not see Secretary Sha."

Wu Xiongfei and Ren Zhimin exchanged a glance.

Ren Zhimin raised his chin, signaling Wu Xiongfei to listen but not to speak.

"Secretary Tian, ​​I would like to see Secretary Sha."

"Secretary Sha just got back, and he has so much to do. What can you report? Just those figures on paper? Secretary Sha has eyes to see." Tian Guofu picked up his teacup and took a sip of water. "You need to get some real work done as soon as possible. Let Secretary Sha see your capabilities. Cadres in Handong, don't just talk the talk; you need to be able to get things done and dare to get things done. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, I understand!" Ren Zhimin felt that Tian Guofu had said something.

Actually, it seems like they didn't say anything.

The phone hangs up.

Wu Xiongfei rubbed his chubby cheeks. "Let's get down to business. Where are we supposed to get anything done in the middle of the night?"

Ren Zhimin reached into the cigarette pack, pulled out another cigarette, and tapped it twice on the table. "Guangming Peak Project."