Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Ministry of Energy Resources.

A black Audi top-of-the-line official car was parked in front of the office building.

The vehicle is painted with the Supreme People's Procuratorate's exclusive logo, and the license plate number ends in 002.

Within Beijing's city limits, this is instantly recognizable as Zhong Zhengmian's official car.

Hou Liangping stared at the car door, his back straightening unconsciously, his confidence returning.

With his second uncle present, someone will be there to protect him; Zhao Dehan will have no chance of escaping tonight.

Qin Siyuan took two steps back, voluntarily giving up his position. Since the second son of the Zhong family had arrived, he had to adopt a humble attitude.

Furthermore, it has now escalated into a power struggle between ministerial-level officials, with vice-ministerial-level officials only fit to stand by and watch.

The car door opened, and Zhong Zhengmian stepped down, dressed in a neatly pressed black suit and leaning on a cane.

Actually, my legs are perfectly fine; I use the cane just to show off.

As a result, he couldn't get used to it and gave it to his secretary.

The secretary wanted to laugh but dared not, and threw her cane into the car.

The second son of the Zhong family is really something else; he thinks he's some kind of legendary figure.

Lu Xiaola had just gone offline and quietly logged back in.

That's really funny, the second son of the Chung family.

It's a shame they don't perform in sketch comedy.

Zhong Zhengmian looked at Song Yunhui on the balance bike, forced a smile, and slowly walked up the steps.

We have to slow down, my old arms and legs are too weak to keep up.

"Minister Song, I apologize for bothering you so late at night. We have received reports from the public and we must investigate. We hope you can do us a favor."

They reached out their hand from a great distance.

His tone seemed polite, but in his heart he cursed Song Yunhui a thousand times.

Without him.

Damn it, this made the second son of the Zhong family uncomfortable.

This is just playing along.

Ultimately, Song Yunhui's elaborate scheme tonight was a deliberate attempt to manipulate the second son of the Zhong family, leaving him humiliated and in a dilemma.

It was just a charade.

Even if they are mortal enemies in private, they must shake hands and be on good terms in public to avoid being photographed by others.

Rumors spread everywhere about who is at odds with whom, and who is fighting amongst themselves, giving others ammunition to criticize them.

Even if you don't get criticized, you'll still suffer a lot.

Song Yunhui got off the balance bike and held Zhong Zhengmian's palm.

Fingertips gripped the wrist joint of the second son of the Zhong family.

Push harder, and then push even harder.

Quietly twist your wrist to test the waters.

"Prosecutor Chung's visit to the Ministry of Energy Resources late at night is an honor for our department. We in the energy sector will do our best to cooperate with the prosecution system in handling cases in accordance with regulations."

His words were perfectly measured and his manners impeccable, without the slightest flaw.

The moment their palms touched, the undercurrents clashed instantly.

Chung Cheng-mian also got into the swing of things.

The wrist exerts force, and the knuckles subtly interlock.

Keep up the good work.

There's only one goal: you squeeze, I squeeze, we squeeze together.

Song Yunhui remained expressionless, his fingertips subtly sinking downwards to exert force, counteracting Zhong Zhengmian's force and locking his wrist, precisely gripping the weak tendons in Zhong Zhengmian's wrist.

The two did not appear to be in a tense or aggressive manner; to outsiders, it was just a normal, friendly handshake.

actually not.

The wrists were pulled back and forth with a sharp, inch-like force, and the stalemate lasted for three or four minutes.

Those who don't understand might assume the two have a good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't have shaken hands for so long.

Chung Cheng-mian's muscles slowly began to ache, his forearms felt sore, swollen, and numb, and his strength gradually dissipated.

As he got older, his hair turned completely white, and even hair dye couldn't cover it up; he couldn't compare to Song Yunhui.

I wanted to exert more force, but my wrist went numb and I couldn't move.

I really feel powerless.

A sudden shock ran through me; I hadn't expected Song Yunhui, who looked so refined, to be so skilled at arm wrestling.

He didn't realize that Song Yunhui had risen through the ranks from the bottom, having fought against all sorts of people in state-owned enterprises of all sizes.

Chung Cheng-mian really wants to let go, but he can't be the first to give up because of his pride.

To be the first to give up is tantamount to admitting defeat.

Even if you can't beat them, you can't give in.

This is one of Chung Cheng-mian's beliefs.

On the side of the corridor, Lu Xiaola leaned against the wall, staring at the two men's wrists, her eyes understanding, and she smiled faintly.

Those in the know understand immediately: in this silent handshake game, Zhong Zhengmian lost completely.

Qin Siyuan stood half a step behind Zhong Zhengmian, his eyelids slightly lowered, sensing something amiss.

The two men maintained their smiles, but their hands remained frozen in place.

Zhong Zhengmian's fingertips turned slightly white, clearly indicating that he was at a disadvantage.

It has to be Song Yunhui; he's got shrewdness, physical strength, and intelligence—all three are top-notch.

Hou Liangping, however, stood up straight and watched the two men exchange pleasantries and shake hands with an open expression, finding the two big shots to be friendly and courteous.

He was completely unaware of the glint of a sword on his wrist.

Just wait to sign the papers, go upstairs, check Zhao Dehan's office, and celebrate your achievement with champagne.

Song Yunhui then released his hand at the opportune moment, his smile gentle and appropriate.

In a silent match, Song Yunhui emerged victorious.

Chung Cheng-mian withdrew his hand behind his back, secretly rubbing his numb wrist. His smile remained unchanged, but his inner resentment grew stronger.

Zhong Zhengmian glanced at Lu Xiaola but did not greet her.

He didn't even bother exchanging pleasantries with a deputy minister of Lu Xiaola's rank.

Lu Xiaola put her hands in her pockets, slightly raised her eyelids, and looked back indifferently. They were neither friendly nor polite to each other.

This is the principle of reciprocity.

Zhong Zhengmian looked at Song Yunhui and said, "Minister Song, I heard that your department has a rule that all cases must be signed by a minister. I came here specifically to sign the relevant documents so that my subordinates can handle cases in accordance with regulations."

They were offering a way out, not wanting to immediately break off relations upon arrival.

We investigated Zhao Dehan; if the evidence is solid, then we'll settle accounts.

Chung Cheng-mian was calculating his next move.

Song Yunhui raised his hand to signal Zhou Haoyang to hand over the documents; the secretary knew what to do with just a glance.

Everything was scripted, except there was no rehearsal.

"Prosecutor Chung, the regulations of our Ministry of Energy and Resources are not specifically targeting Prosecutor Chung. Recently, the higher authorities have required stricter control over classified cases."

Any verification from other systems requires a ministerial-level official to come and personally sign off.

We also have our own difficulties; we are trying to avoid the risk of being held accountable later.

Furthermore, if no threshold is set, some section-level cadres might also join in.

In short, the phrase "deliberately setting up a trap" was changed to "compliance and risk control."

They even spoke with an air of righteousness and refined elegance.

Chung Jung-myeon really admires Song Yun-hui for being so young and handsome.

Isn't that infuriating?

Song Yunhui's eloquence and shrewdness far surpass those of many of his peers.

Chung Cheng-mian took the pen, a forced smile on his face, and said, "Yes, I understand. Every family has its own problems."

Minister Song is known for his meticulous work ethic, a fact widely acknowledged within the system. Tonight, I've truly witnessed his professionalism firsthand.

The implication is sarcasm, implying that the other party is making a mountain out of a molehill and abusing their power to create obstacles.

The second son of the Zhong family was very dissatisfied.

Song Yunhui smiled, but his smile concealed a knife. "Prosecutor Zhong, I am in the Ministry of Energy and Resources. Minister Sun is temporarily away from Beijing."

Rigor is a fundamental duty, unlike the prosecutorial system, which has a high degree of flexibility in handling cases.

It's said that they can arrest people even without proper procedures.

I heard that they can arrest people and then complete the formalities.

Some people even said that people arrested last year can have their paperwork completed this year.

Blatant sarcasm.

Using Tian Guofu's catchphrase, the speaker subtly satirized Hou Liangping's past misdeeds, such as retroactively completing procedures and violating case-handling regulations.

Handong Province.

Tian Guofu sneezed, and then sneezed three times in a row.

Who's talking about themselves?

It is said that a great show of besieging the energy sector is about to unfold in Beijing, and we await the Zhong family's victory.

Four Nine Cities.

Zhong Zhengmian paused, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.

What's infuriating is that they're all smiles on the surface, but their words are always aimed at your weak spot.

He didn't want to talk anymore; he couldn't win an argument with Song Yunhui.

I signed my name and had my secretary affix the official seal.

Zhou Haoyang took the two documents and handed them to Song Yunhui.

Song Yunhui glanced at it briefly, then handed it to his secretary Zhou Haoyang, turned to the side and raised his hand in a gesture of guidance, "Prosecutor Zhong, please follow me."

Zhao Dehan was very pleased; his Minister Song really knew how to play the game.

Go ahead and investigate, please do!