Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

There was no other way but to go in.

Zhao Dehan was about to cry.

I was in high spirits in the afternoon.

Right now, I feel like dying.

The four entered the villa.

The moment the lights were turned on, I was shocked to find that there was absolutely no sign of anyone living there.

It is clearly an unused villa.

Zhou Haoyang searched around and found cash all over the bed, money in the microwave, and money in the washing machine, refrigerator, and other appliances.

Bundles of cash were stacked on the bookshelf.

A wall made of banknotes is truly impressive.

Zhao Dehan's legs went weak, and he leaned against the wall, his voice hoarse, "Minister Song, Minister Lu, I accepted the money, but I haven't spent a single penny. I'm scared, there's too much money. I really don't dare to spend it."

Zhou Haoyang nudged Zhao Dehan's arm. "Zhao Dehan, words are no proof. What evidence do you have?"

Zhao Dehan pointed towards the bathroom, "I have the account book, all income and expenses, not a single penny is missing."

Song Yunhui waved his hand, "Xiao Zhou, you go with him to get it!"

"Yes, boss." Zhou Haoyang followed Zhao Dehan into the restroom.

Opening a panel on the ceiling, Zhao Dehan took out an account book wrapped in a black plastic bag, tears streaming down his face.

"I am the son of a farmer, and I was terrified of poverty from a young age."

In my position, I wield far too much power; I simply cannot control it.

I can't refuse money offered to me.

"If I, as the section chief, don't take it, how can the deputy director take it?"

They bring up so-called unspoken rules and use them as excuses.

Song Yunhui looked at him coldly, "Who gave you the first sum of money?"

Zhao Dehan didn't hide anything and blurted out, "Minister Song, it's recorded on the first page of the ledger."

The first sum of money was given by Ding Yizhen, the vice mayor of Jingzhou City.

He was incredibly greedy. He asked me to approve a project and even demanded a wholesale price. I refused him on the spot. How could I allow that? Project approval isn't like buying vegetables at the market.

Zhou Haoyang scoffed, "So, according to you, you've actually done something good?"

"I have done nothing wrong, I am guilty." Zhao Dehan quickly shook his head, "But by raising the threshold for project approval and shutting down a large number of illegal profit-making projects, I have managed to uphold the bottom line."

Lu Xiaola was filled with rage. She raised her hand and slapped Zhao Dehan hard across the cheek twice with great force.

"Zhao Dehan, you're really bold."

If something happens to you, I'll be dragged into it too.

Lu Xiaola felt her palms go numb, and her anger was hard to suppress.

Zhao Dehan's cheeks were red and swollen. He lowered his head and gave a bitter smile, saying, "Minister Lu, just send me in to work on the sewing machine. I, Zhao Dehan, was wrong. I admit it."

Lu Xiaola took out her phone, opened the dial pad, and prepared to dial 110.

"Little La, wait a minute."

Song Yunhui raised his hand to stop them, his gaze falling on Zhao Dehan. "Zhao Dehan, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Cooperate with that monkey son-in-law of the Zhong family in a play."

If you behave well, not only will you avoid jail time, but you'll also retain your department-level position.

Zhao Dehan bent his knees and knelt down with a thud. "Thank you, Minister Song! Thank you, Minister Lu! I will fully cooperate!"

It's truly a matter of grasping at straws on the verge of death; how could one dare to be picky?

Whether or not there is progress is irrelevant.

As long as you don't use a sewing machine, it's fine.

Song Yunhui picked up the account book and called Lu Xiaola to leave the villa.

The remaining finishing touches were left to Zhao Dehan and Zhou Haoyang.

Zhou Haoyang made several phone calls.

Inside the villa, several vans were going in and out.

the other side.

Zhong Xiaoai's living room.

Hou Liangping knelt down beside the sofa and raised his hand to massage Zhong Xiaoai's back.

Zhong Xiaoai leaned back against the sofa cushion, toying with the envelope with her fingertips. "Monkey, press harder, it's too light, my back is sore."

"Okay, okay, I'm putting in the effort, Xiao Ai." Hou Liangping kept kneading for twenty minutes, then stared at the envelope.

"My dear wife, how was the little monkey's service? Can I have the clue now?"

Zhong Xiaoai threw out the whistleblower letter, "Monkey, go and report to Director Qin Siyuan tomorrow. Once the paperwork is complete, then make the arrests."

Hou Liangping snatched the envelope, jumped for joy, and exclaimed excitedly, "Xiao Ai, why bother reporting it? Just arrest them directly!"

He is impatient and always acts decisively.

Zhong Xiaoai raised her eyes, snorted coldly, "Monkey, can you move an energy system so easily? Think about the consequences."

Don't fight a war you're not prepared for.

"Report this to me right now, or you won't be able to turn over in bed tonight."

Hou Liangping patted his chest confidently, "Xiao Ai, I've finished writing the report, all that's left is the date. It's ready to be submitted anytime. Aren't I brilliant?"

Zhong Xiaoai leaned back on the sofa. "Monkey, that's more like it. We'll see how you perform later."

After signing the report, Hou Liangping casually tossed it aside, picked up Zhong Xiaoai, and went into the bedroom.

Twenty minutes later, Hou Liangping changed into an executive jacket and drove straight to Chung Cheng's home.

Zhong Zhengguo sat at his desk and looked at Hou Liangping. "Liangping, you must stay calm and composed this time. Don't be impatient."

The key is to obtain Zhao Dehan's account books, solve this case, and you'll be directly promoted to the rank of director-general.

Hou Liangping stood ramrod straight, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Dad. Stay tuned for good news!"

Jingzhou City, Handong Province.

The municipal party committee compound.

Administrative office building.

Office of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.

Li Dakang looked at the report and rubbed his temples.

Pick up the receiver and press the internal number.

The call was connected.

Secretary Xiao Jin asked respectfully, "Sir, what are your instructions?"

Li Dakang: "Contact Ding Yizhen and ask him to call me back. I need to inquire about the progress of the Guangmingfeng project."

He was restless and unable to eat or sleep because the construction of the city's top priority project was progressing slowly.

A massive project worth 280 billion.

If we hurry up, I might be able to take over when Governor Liu retires.

"Understood, sir. I'll pass it on right away." Xiao Jin replied and hung up.

Within three minutes, an outside call came in.

Ding Yizhen's slightly tired voice came through, "Secretary Dakang, you wanted to see me?"

Li Dakang said in a deep voice, "Ding Yizhen, are you just here to do nothing? The construction of Guangming Peak has been delayed again and again, where exactly is the problem?"

Ding Yizhen sighed deeply, "Secretary Dakang, it's not that I don't want to speed things up, but the Dafeng Factory area really can't be demolished at all."

The demolition team staked out the area every day, using both soft and hard tactics, but to no avail.

Li Dakang gripped the receiver. "Ding Yizhen, why can't you disassemble it?"

Ding Yizhen gave a wry smile and explained the difficulty: "As soon as the demolition team arrived at Dafeng Factory, Zheng Xipo immediately brought out Chen Yanshi, the old man, to put pressure on them."

Old Chen's seniority speaks for itself; even the provincial and municipal governments have to give him face. We don't dare to act forcefully, and we can't take action.

Before his retirement, Chen Yanshi was the executive deputy chief prosecutor of the Handong Provincial Procuratorate.

Gao Yuliang respected Chen Yanshi.

Chen Yanshi was also an old revolutionary.

His son, Chen Hai, is the director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Handong Provincial Procuratorate.

In short, it's too hot for anyone to handle.

Li Dakang closed his eyes for two seconds, then opened them again, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument, "Ding Yizhen, no matter who is blocking the way, we must speed up the demolition process."

There are always more solutions than problems; just use your brain.

Ding Yizhen retorted in a low voice, "Secretary Dakang, Old Chen is not easy to deal with..."

"Ding Yizhen, I don't care if you're easy to deal with or not," Li Dakang interrupted directly. "Secretary Sha is currently conducting research in various cities and prefectures. When he returns to Jingzhou, we absolutely cannot let him see that the speed at which Jingzhou is working is dragging down the entire province. The Guangmingfeng project must be accelerated, and the Dafeng Factory must be demolished as soon as possible. I'm not discussing this with you; this is a death order. If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get out of here."

Li Dakang was eager to advance through the Guangmingfeng project, as speed was key to his reputation.

The others can come later.

Ding Yizhen was speechless.

"Okay, Secretary Dakang, I will do my best to expedite the process."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yizhen rubbed her head, feeling utterly helpless.

Those in power only care about the results and never consider their own difficulties.

Being the deputy mayor is really tough!

Lincheng Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse.

A detached VIP villa.

The greenery inside the compound was neatly trimmed, the compound was under lockdown, and all unauthorized staff were cleared out.

There were only two people in Sha Ruijin's room.

One is Sha Ruijin, and the other is Ren Zhimin, the executive vice governor.

The two sat facing each other.

Sha Ruijin held the purple clay teacup, gently turning the body of the cup, and said casually, "Provincial Governor Ren, Governor Liu Changsheng's term is about to expire, and he will probably retire soon."

This single sentence points out that the position of second-in-command in Handong is about to become vacant.

Everyone knows that.

It's probably not just in Handong; many vice-ministerial or ministerial-level officials in various places are keeping an eye on it.

Ren Zhimin was no exception.

Ren Zhimin rested his elbows on the edge of the table, his gaze direct and undisguised, revealing his intense desire for a career in politics.

"Secretary Sha, yes."

After a half-second pause, Ren Zhimin looked up and said, "Secretary Sha, I really want to get promoted."

The thirteen members of the Standing Committee of the Hanzhong Municipal Committee all aspire to become ministerial-level officials.

Sha Ruijin raised his eyes, looked directly at Ren Zhimin, and made a verbal promise in a firm tone, "Governor Ren, if no outsider is parachuted into Handong, I will do my best to recommend you to serve as governor after Liu Changsheng retires."

There was no written agreement, but the top leader personally endorsed it.

Whether it was just empty promises or not, Ren Zhimin believed it wholeheartedly.