Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Song Yunhui could tell at a glance that the old man Zhong Zhengguo had fainted from fright.

Chung Cheng-kuo can come anytime, but absolutely not at the Imperial Garden Villa.

"Hou Liangping, your father-in-law has collapsed. You, the son-in-law, are you not going to perform CPR right away?"

Lu Xiaola joked, "Hou Liangping, hurry up and save your father-in-law. If you're a step too late, you might be the one breaking the basin in a few days."

"Minister Song, thank you." Hou Liangping froze, instinctively taking a step forward, unsure of what to do.

He had just been threatened with divorce by Zhong Xiaoai over the phone, and was now being coerced by the Zhong family into handling a case.

I feel so frustrated.

Zhao Dehan squatted down, raised his hand and pressed down on Zhong Zhengguo's chin, his fingertips precisely pinching the acupoint between his philtrum. "Director Hou, I, Zhao Dehan, am very magnanimous. If it were someone else, they would be hoping that your father-in-law would die soon."

I'll demonstrate for you: first pinch the philtrum, then press the chest cavity to allow airflow, and once the heart and lungs are revived, perform artificial respiration.

That is, blowing air into each other's mouths.

Hehe. Aren't I a professional?

Aren't I awesome?

Hou Liangping also had to thank Zhao Dehan. "Director Zhao, thank you!"

Hou Liangping copied Zhao Dehan's method, pressing Zhong Zhengguo's philtrum firmly with his thumb, then kneeling down and performing chest compressions in a standardized manner, before bowing his head to perform artificial respiration.

again and again.

After dozens of presses, Zhong Zhengguo suddenly choked out a breath of stale air, his eyelids trembled, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Zhong Zhengguo's anger surged as his gaze focused on Hou Liangping's face, who was leaning closer. He raised his hand and slapped Hou Liangping hard across the face with both hands without any mercy.

Two crisp snapping sounds.

Hou Liangping's cheeks flushed red, his mouth tasted salty, and he slumped to one side.

Suffocated!

He was hit by Chung Cheng-kuo, so he could only endure it.

Chung Cheng-kuo stood up, his legs weak and he looked a bit disheveled.

Looking at everyone present, I felt truly ashamed.

Tonight's plan to encircle and suppress the energy sector resulted in a complete loss: the loss of a brother, a loss of face, and all the evidence turned out to be a trap—a total disaster.

"Secretary, where the hell have you been?" Zhong Zhengguo shouted.

The secretary, who had been outside, quickly stepped forward, but Zhong Zhengguo, unwilling to linger for even a second, hunched over and remained silent.

The secretary helped Zhong Zhengguo into the car, and they drove away.

The Zhong family suffered a complete defeat in this battle.

Looking at the training tickets scattered all over the ground, Song Yunhui handed over the cleanup work to Lu Xiaola, Zhao Dehan, and Director Chen.

As they walked into the courtyard, Song Yunhui shook Minister Hao's hand. "Thank you so much for your help tonight, Minister Hao."

Minister Hao laughed heartily, "Minister Song, we're all family."

I've long disapproved of the Zhong family's arrogant behavior and their occasional overstepping of their authority in handling cases.

I saw injustice on the road today, and besides, we are relatives.

Song Yunhui's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Yes, you raised Wei Hua yourself. That kid has always been stubborn, just like my brother-in-law Lei Dongbao."

"Yes, Weihua is here today too. He's at the gate. This kid has made rapid progress in the few years he's been in the ministry." Minister Hao turned his head to look at the villa gate and waved, "Lei Weihua, come here for a moment."

A man in his early thirties, dressed in a police uniform, strode over, exuding a calm and composed aura.

He stopped in front of the two men, raised his hand in salute, and said, "Greetings, sirs."

Minister Hao raised his hand and waved, "Wei Hua, there are no outsiders here now, just call me Second Uncle."

"Get in the car. Your uncle, Minister Song Yunhui, is here too. Let's get in and have a chat."

The visitor was Lei Weihua, Song Yunhui's nephew and the son of Lei Dongbao and Song Yunping.

Lei Weihua's wife is Hao Lan.

Minister Hao, the Executive Vice Minister of the Ministry of Public Security, is Hao Lan's second uncle.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the three of them left the villa and got into Minister Hao's car.

Minister Hao looked at Lei Weihua and said, "Weihua, I'm granting you a special day off so you can spend some quality time with Hao Lan."

Lei Weihua nodded: "Thank you, Second Uncle."

Looking at his nephew, Song Yunhui was reminded of his sister, Song Yunping.

The three chatted for a while, discussing personnel changes within the public security system and their daily lives.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Yunhui said goodbye to Minister Hao.

Minister Hao's car drove away from the Imperial Garden Villa.

Lei Weihua opened the car door. "Uncle, I'll take you home."

Song Yunhui got into the passenger seat. "Okay, Weihua."

The car smoothly entered the traffic flow.

Lei Weihua gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Uncle, I've always had a little question on my mind."

"Speak." Song Yunhui's fingertips lightly tapped the edge of the car window.

"My father, Lei Dongbao, has worked in Huaixi Town, Jinling County, Liangxi City, Anyun Province for decades. He certainly has achievements and a solid reputation. Why is he still only the Party Secretary of the town and hasn't been promoted yet?" Lei Weihua, who studied at a police academy and has always worked in the public security field, was a little puzzled.

I feel that someone as capable as Lei Dongbao is wasting his talents by being a section-level cadre.

They're all below my level. I find that very unreasonable!

Song Yunhui bluntly said, "Weihua, your father has a fiery temper. He swears easily and acts arbitrarily without knowing how to be flexible."

If it weren't for your mother keeping him in check, he would have gotten into countless troubles.

Fortunately, I'm older now and my temper has improved a lot.

He doesn't understand the intricacies of officialdom; if he tries to move up to the county or city level, he'll definitely suffer a major setback.

His personality is only suited to being a top leader in a township.

If Lei Dongbao were made the second-in-command, he would probably be incredibly frustrated.

Lei Weihua nodded, then shook his head. "Uncle, but my father receives many honors every year."

"Don't the higher-ups consider promoting him?"

Song Yunhui smiled and said, "Wei Hua, with great power comes great responsibility."

The honors your father received were all based on the platform of Xiaoleijia Village in Huaixi Town.

If he were sent elsewhere, he might not be able to achieve the same results.

Furthermore, if you look across the country, there are quite a few people who are more capable and have made more contributions than Lei Dongbao, spending their entire lives in rural towns.

Furthermore, starting in the 1980s, your father, Lei Dongbao, was a model grassroots figure established by Mr. Xu.

Even today, its significance as a benchmark outweighs its significance as a job title.

Huaixi Town cannot do without him, and the higher authorities also need this pragmatic and exemplary figure.

With him around, he can attract investment and favorable policies to the local area.

Staying put is the best course of action.

Lei Weihua was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "I understand."

Song Yunhui added a few more words, "Weihua, just like you, you have the same stubborn temper as your father."

If you follow my advice, going into government positions might open up more opportunities for you in the future.

But you like the police force; what suits you best is the best.

When you have time, go back to your hometown with Hao Lan to see your parents. Your mother misses you terribly. If you can't go back, at least make a phone call. Let them see your child.

When I was young, my parents were always nagging me.

I was annoyed at the time, and even felt that my parents were a bit nagging.

Now that his parents are gone, Song Yunhui is over fifty years old.

Think about it, people tend to talk more as they get older.

When I see my juniors or people I care about, I tend to talk a lot.

"Okay, Uncle. Please take care of yourself too." Lei Weihua drove up and stopped in front of the three-courtyard house where Song Yunhui lived.

After saying goodbye, the uncle and nephew walked to the gate of the courtyard.

The door was ajar, and warm light streamed out.

Song Yunhui pushed open the door to the front yard and locked it.

Hearing the noise, the woman in the backyard saw Song Yunhui enter and quickly went to greet him.