Name: The Holy Son of the Energy Department Enters Handong

"Governor Zhao, please let me explain! Governor Zhao, please let me explain! I didn't do it on purpose!!"

Zhao Xia was someone who valued time extremely much, so how could she let Li Dakang continue to stall here?

Besides, the clock has already struck 5:00.

It's time for him to leave work.

Secretary Chen Xiaodong understands this best.

He followed Zhao Xia for three years.

He had a fairly good understanding of Zhao Xia's lifestyle, but he didn't know the deepest secrets.

"Secretary Li, our Governor Zhao has other work to do, please don't disturb him!"

Chen Xiaodong stood in front of Li Dakang and spoke gently.

His tone was devoid of any emotion, yet Li Dakang felt a strange sense of panic.

If he were to step out of this office, he would be finished.

If conditions allowed, Li Dakang really wanted to kowtow and apologize, but conditions did not allow it.

Moreover, even a dignified municipal party secretary like Li Dakang couldn't possibly go that far.

The idea only flashed through my mind for a moment.

Li Dakang eventually left, his steps heavy, his head bowed as he faced the setting sun.

……

Back at the municipal party committee, Li Dakang still kept his head down.

He was no longer able to concentrate on his work, feeling that the day had been absolutely terrible and that he had made a mistake at every step.

As Li Dakang arrived at the door, something even worse happened.

Chen Yanshi was blocking the doorway to his office, sitting leisurely on a small bamboo chair, blocking his way.

"Which bastard leaked this information and told Chen Yanshi that I would be returning to my office at this time?"

Li Dakang's brow twitched, and a fire of desire suddenly burst forth from somewhere in his chest.

He glanced sideways at his secretary, Little Kim, behind him.

In the end, I gave up on the idea.

This secretary has been with him for six years; she shouldn't betray him.

Who could it be? The driver?

That's impossible; the driver couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Does he not want this job anymore? What benefits did Chen Yanshi give him?

Li Dakang thought for a while and then stopped, because Chen Yanshi had already stood up from the small bamboo stool and was looking at Li Dakang with an unfriendly gaze.

"Li Dakang, are you going to resolve the Dafeng Factory issue or not?"

"Do you even want to serve the people? Do you, as the Party Secretary, still need the people's support?"

Every word Chen Yanshi uttered was placed on a moral high ground.

This left Li Dakang speechless.

Should I say yes or no?

If you say you want to serve the people, doesn't that mean you want to help the criminal suspects from Dafeng Factory, who have already been handed over to the court, get acquitted?

This is not serving the people; it is clearly protecting those who cause chaos.

In ancient times, this would have been a capital offense, and Li Dakang was unwilling to do it.

Say no? This is about serving the people! Li Dakang, a dignified municipal party secretary and member of the provincial standing committee, how can you not serve the people? What are you thinking?

Do you even deserve to be in your current position?

No matter what, Li Dakang couldn't answer.

So he chose to remain silent and avoid Chen Yanshi.

He opened the office door and walked in, then slowly sat down.

"Li Dakang, what kind of attitude is this? Why are you suddenly silent?!"

Not to be outdone by Li Dakang's silence, Chen Yanshi followed him in and continued shouting.

Li Dakang was already seething with anger, and now listening to Chen Yanshi's incessant chatter only made him more irritable.

This is no Chen Lao who serves the people; he's the head of the Second Procuratorate of Handong Province.

This is clearly a spineless scoundrel who's bothering him, the municipal party secretary, for his own selfish gain.

With his seniority, he was capable of anything.

"Old Chen, tell me, do these people from Dafeng Factory have any problems with the law and the facts? Should they be punished by law?" Li Dakang said to Chen Yanshi, his neck stiff and his head shaking, suppressing his anger.

If it were up to Li Dakang's temper, and the person in front of him wasn't Chen Yanshi, he probably would have slammed his fist on the table and shouted: "Who let this in? Whoever it is, they'll be sweeping the streets tomorrow!"

Unfortunately, the man in front of him was Chen Yanshi, Sha Ruijin's adoptive father.

Moreover, at the last provincial party committee standing committee meeting, Sha Ruijin personally acknowledged that Chen Yanshi was his adoptive father.

It is clear that Chen Yanshi still holds a place in Sha Ruijin's heart, which is why Li Dakang dared not act rashly.

The only way to get Chen Yanshi to admit the mistake of Dafeng Factory was by using this rhetorical question.

But Chen Yanshi was indeed Chen Yanshi; how could he possibly make him admit that Dafeng Factory had made mistakes?

He heard Li Dakang's question.

He paused for a moment, then flew into a rage, pointing his finger at Li Dakang's nose and saying:

What did the workers at Dafeng Factory do wrong?

What did Zheng Xipo do wrong?

What did Wang Wenge do wrong?

And what wrong did those old workers do?

They just wanted to protect their own interests and survive.

The reason they caused the mass incident is because of your inaction, Li Dakang.

Li Dakang, you have neglected your duties, and you bear the primary responsibility for this matter.

Now look what's happened, they've all been arrested and taken away.

I heard they're going to be transferred to court for trial and imprisoned.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; ordinary people just want to live.

But you want to force ordinary people to their deaths, lock them up, and prevent them from speaking.

Li Dakang, you're really great, Li Dakang!

Li Dakang listened to Chen Yanshi's words with a helpless expression.

Chen Yanshi truly lives up to his seniority; his fighting style is incredibly powerful. He first labels someone, then questions them—his fighting style is simply too strong!

"You can't say that, Old Chen!"

The problems Dafeng Factory faces today are not because the old workers hold shares, nor because of the workers who lead the company.

They want to gain greater profits, and they are not ordinary people; they are the bourgeoisie, they are capitalists, they are owners who own stocks!

If a factory is poorly managed and encounters financial disputes, they have to resolve them themselves.

Instead of letting you, the senior colleague, solve it, and besides, you're retired, can't you just sit back and relax?"

Li Dakang's words were clear: the factory's operating losses should be the responsibility of the owner and the workers who own shares, not the government.

They suffered losses, so they turned to him, the municipal party secretary. In the early years, thanks to Chen Yanshi's connections, Dafeng Factory made a lot of money.

Why didn't I talk to myself about being an ordinary worker back then?

According to Li Dakang, these workers at Dafeng Factory...

Any old worker who owns even a little bit of stock.

Their family's financial situation is by no means bad.

They live in a Western-style house, drive a car, and even have spare money to play mahjong.

Does Chen Yanshi really not understand these principles?

Of course he understands, because he also owns shares!

But how could he possibly listen to these words?

People are all driven by their own interests.

Since he has acquired shares in Dafeng Factory, he has to speak up for the people at Dafeng Factory.

"Yes, yes, yes, ordinary people can't even do business anymore."

Is it easy for ordinary people to earn money?

So you just don't want ordinary people to make money, right? Li Dakang, you think so too, you don't want the people to develop, you don't want the people to get rich!

"Look, Mr. Chen, you're labeling me again!!!"

Don't label me!

They caused a mass incident; without your support, how could they have dared to do that?

"In the end, it's all your fault for getting them into this mess!" Li Dakang said, seeing Chen Yanshi trying to pin the blame on him again.

My chest was already burning with pent-up anger, and I simply couldn't hold back any longer.

He said what he really wanted to say.