Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Qi Tongwei agreed with Zhou Tiejun's words, but had a different opinion. "Commander Zhou, but..."

Zhou Tiejun raised his hand to interrupt, "But what?"

Qi Tongwei, you are not an ordinary person, you are the Director of the Public Security Bureau of Handong Province.

These martyrs are heroes of our Handong and the backbone of the political and legal system!

They sacrificed themselves heroically so that the country would be safe and the people would live in peace.

They definitely don't want to see you wallowing in grief and crying!

There's a personal reason behind this statement, because the Public Security Bureau and the military region have conducted joint operations before.

Zhou Tiejun did not want Qi Tongwei to say anything more and make more mistakes.

Whatever the reason for crying at the grave, don't explain.

Men should take responsibility.

Song Yunhui chimed in, "Commander Zhou spoke very well."

True remembrance is not about shedding tears and being heartbroken, but about inheriting the legacy of heroes, staying true to our original aspirations, fulfilling our duties, and protecting the peace of our community!

Director Qi, comrades!

Wipe away your tears! Straighten your back!

Remember the sacrifices, shoulder the responsibilities, and stay true to our original aspirations!

Comrades, let us salute the fallen heroes once again!

Song Yunhui spoke, so there's no need to dwell on the details; it's as if he's set the tone directly.

Those present saluted.

The No. 1 compound of the Provincial Party Committee in Handong.

master bedroom.

The curtains were not yet drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Sha Ruijin lay sprawled on the bed, his brows furrowed.

My temples were throbbing, and a hangover headache was sweeping through my body.

Hey!

I woke up, opened my eyes, and felt groggy and weak.

Last night's dinner party was filled with toasts and drinking, and everyone got completely drunk.

With a hoarse voice, he called out, "Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai!"

Light footsteps sounded outside the door. Secretary Bai pushed the door open and entered, his posture upright, his expression respectful, and his manner proper, perfectly embodying the professional qualities of a full-time secretary to the provincial party committee's top leader.

"Boss, you're awake."

Sha Ruijin raised his hand to rub his throbbing forehead. "What time is it?"

Secretary Bai stood with his hands at his sides. "Boss, it's 10:00 AM sharp."

Snapped!

Sha Ruijin slapped his forehead. "Oh no! Drinking really makes things worse!"

He had originally planned to visit the old comrade this morning.

As a result, a drunken night disrupted the original plan.

Sha Ruijin twitched the corner of his mouth, "Damn it, it's all Song Yunhui's fault!"

Last night they insisted on making me drink more, they were just looking for trouble!

noob!"

Song Yunhui is so wicked!

Secretary Bai immediately bowed and replied, "Sir, what are your instructions?"

"Where's my phone? Is there any urgent call or important message?" Sha Ruijin tried to get up, but his whole body was still sore and weak.

Secretary Bai stepped forward and handed over the phone. "Madam called twice this morning, but I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't dare to wake you."

Fearing that you might get drunk and harm your health, and that this would cause gossip, I told your wife that you had caught a cold and had a fever, and that you were not feeling well and could not answer the phone.

The lady was very worried after hearing this and specifically told you to get some rest.

Upon hearing this, Sha Ruijin's tense expression eased slightly, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Xiaobai is right, he said it brilliantly.

Just fool the tigress.

He sat up and grabbed his clothes. "Xiao Bai, you did a good job. You know how to handle things and are sensible."

This is how you handle similar situations in the future.

"Xiao Bai, is there anything else? Please continue."

Secretary Bai nodded slightly. "Boss, Old Cao also called to say he's helping you. He'll call you back as soon as possible."

Upon hearing the name "Old Cao," Sha Ruijin's relaxed expression instantly became serious, and his languid demeanor vanished.

This is his father-in-law, Cao Yanwen, who was his guide and support in his official career, and also an elder whom he dared not neglect.

Sha Ruijin's face darkened. "Xiao Bai, I'm not trying to be mean, but my father-in-law's phone calls, no matter when, even if I'm asleep or drunk, must wake me up immediately."

Other calls can wait, but his call can't be delayed for even a second.

Did you hear me?

"Understood, boss." Secretary Bai felt that no matter what, the boss was right.

Whether the boss is right or wrong, the boss is always right.

Sha Ruijin flipped through the contact list and gestured for Secretary Bai to leave.

Secretary Bai tactfully turned around, quietly closed the door, and left the boss alone.

Sha Ruijin was the only one left in the bedroom.

"Dad, I'm not feeling well. I had a fever and spent the whole morning in bed. My temperature has just gone down a bit, but I feel weak all over."

On the other end of the phone, Cao Yanwen's voice was steady and deep, "Ruijin, I'm not trying to criticize you."

Those in high positions are most afraid of overworking their bodies.

Health is the foundation of everything; if that foundation collapses, all ambitions and power are meaningless.

Get enough sleep, reduce social engagements, and take good care of your health.

If word gets out that you're in poor health, it'll get to your superiors and you'll be reassigned to a sinecure in no time.

Every word was an elder's advice, and also the insightful understanding of a seasoned official.

Sha Ruijin lowered his head meekly and obediently replied, "I understand, Dad."

This was an accident; we'll be more careful next time. What can I do for you?

Cao Yanwen replied casually, "It's nothing. I heard from Yunyun that you were sick, so I was just checking in."

Xiaobai said you took medicine and they also took measures to lower your fever.

I'm relieved.

I told Xiaobai to let you wake up naturally.

I was just about to visit the second son of the Zhong family who is hospitalized.

Sha Ruijin did not witness Zhong Zhengmian being bitten by a snake.

Just imagine it, and I can't help but laugh.

"Dad, please give my regards to Chief Prosecutor Chung and wish him a speedy recovery."

When I return, I will visit you in person.

"Okay, Ruijin, just focus on getting better. You're a provincial expert, there are some things that need to be done!"

After Cao Yanwen finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Hearing the busy tone on the receiver, Sha Ruijin let out a long sigh of relief, his back slightly sweaty.

It was a false alarm; I had misunderstood Xiaobai.

If I've been wrongly accused, I've been wrongly accused. There's absolutely no way I'd apologize to my subordinates.

I am the King of Handong.

A drunken lapse was so easily covered up, and he got away with it by sheer luck.

Understanding human relationships and social dynamics is the greatest skill to master in officialdom.

the other side.

Cao Yanwen's car stopped in front of the hospital building, and the driver quickly got out and opened the car door.

Cao Yanwen stepped out of the car, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, exuding a calm and reserved aura, radiating authority without anger.

They entered the inpatient building one after the other.

Upon arriving at the ward, the secretary was about to push open the door.

Cao Yanwen looked through the glass and saw the people inside. He raised his hand to stop his secretary, "No rush."

He then made a shushing gesture.

Upon closer inspection, it's quite interesting.

Lu Xiaola, Zhao Dehan, and Director Chen all came to see Zhong Zhengmian.

It clearly has a bit of a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

The three of them huddled around the hospital bed, creating a lively yet eerie atmosphere, almost as if they were a group coming together to join in the fun and cause trouble.

Cao Yanwen had lived most of his life, experiencing decades of ups and downs in officialdom, and had seen all sorts of farces and tricks in officialdom.

Since we've already stumbled upon this, let's quietly observe and see what these people are up to.

Inside the VIP ward.

Chung Cheng-mian was leaning against the hospital bed, wearing a loose hospital gown. His face was slightly pale, and he didn't seem to be in very good spirits.

Although still a little shaken, Chung Cheng-mian wasn't afraid of the three people who came.

They're all of a lower caliber than me, regardless of their level or rank.

Also, you can't hit someone who's smiling at you.