Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

Meng Huaichuan's statement, "Whoever requests sick leave, first send a joint investigation team to check their medical records; those faking illness will be taken directly from their hospital bed,"

That very night, through various top-secret small groups and private phone calls, they spread like wildfire throughout the provincial government departments of Handong.

The effects of this potent medicine can be described as a medical miracle.

...

The next morning at 8:30, the provincial party committee and government compound welcomed the long-awaited "full attendance".

At the entrance of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission office, a deputy director who had already submitted a sick leave certificate, claiming that his lumbar disc herniation was so severe that he couldn't get out of bed, was carrying a bucket of purified water and briskly changing the water in the water dispenser.

The section chief from the neighboring finance bureau, who had been weakly complaining on the phone the day before that he was "suffering from high blood pressure and dizziness,"

Today, not only did I clock in on time, but I even walked in the corridor like a military training parade.

Holding the report summarizing the external surveillance footage, Xiaolin laughed so hard he slapped his thigh in the office at the supervisory team's residence.

"Team Leader Zhou, Secretary Meng isn't here to be the governor, he's practically a reincarnation of Hua Tuo!"

In short, all the sub-health problems of the provincial government employees in Handong have been solved. Look at this guy, he was complaining of premature heartbeats yesterday, but this morning he ate three big meat buns in one go at the cafeteria.

Zhou Zhengming stood in front of the whiteboard, holding red and blue markers in his hand. He didn't laugh along, but simply slapped a newly printed form on the table.

"Don't treat this as a joke. When it really comes down to it, those who can't even fake illness are small fry. Those who have something to hide are already planning their escape routes."

Zhou Zhengming pointed to the table and said, "Pull out the list of cadres who have recently taken long sick leave and cross-compare it with the list of personnel in charge of the core projects such as Lingang Urban Renewal, Luzhou Food City, and Crescent Lake."

Xiaolin immediately dropped his playful grin and sat down at the computer, typing away furiously.

In less than five minutes, the cross-comparison results came out, and several glaring names popped up on the screen.

"Du Qishan, former deputy director of the Industry Division of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, has been on long-term sick leave for five years due to severe neurasthenia and has not returned to work since."

"Luo Jianping, a retired cadre from the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, has been subdued by Director Lei at the sanatorium."

"Han Desheng, the former director of the finance department of Handong Oil and Gas Group, suffered a sudden onset of acute angina three days ago and was admitted to a private hospital in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou."

"Wei Changhe, the former deputy general manager of Jingzhou City Investment Group, applied to the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee last night to leave the province to visit relatives, but we just stopped him at the airport border control."

"Huang Sanbao, the former project manager of Luzhou Food City, is currently out of contact. His mobile phone base station was last located in Haizhou Port."

Looking at the list, Zhou Zhengming sneered, "This isn't a list of patients; it's clearly a queue for an escape route."

Qin Yuanzhou pushed open the door and walked in, just in time to hear this, and immediately made a decisive decision:

"Now that they're lined up, let's call out their names one by one. We'll take control of them separately. Han Desheng and Wei Changhe will be taken away immediately and detained in another location for verification."

Huang Sanbao notified the Provincial Public Security Bureau to deploy technical investigation methods and, if necessary, request assistance from the Haizhou police. As for the Development and Reform Commission…”

Qin Yuanzhou glanced at his watch: "Comrade Meng Huaichuan's special team should have entered the venue by now."

……

The Provincial Development and Reform Commission, large conference room on the seventh floor.

Meng Huaichuan sat in the center of the long conference table, with no teacup in front of him, only a thick stack of files.

He had barely arrived in Handong, and before he could even settle into his office at the provincial government, he brought the special team for the Lingang urban renewal project over.

Several department heads from the National Development and Reform Commission sat opposite me, their faces increasingly grim.

The current director of the Industry Department wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile, saying, "Secretary Meng, the provincial government's special team is coming to audit the accounts, and our Development and Reform Commission will fully cooperate. However... the Lingang project is indeed too old, having undergone three institutional reforms in between."

Many early research materials have already been transferred or centrally destroyed in accordance with archival management regulations. To retrieve them all in a short period of time would probably be…”

Meng Huaichuan raised his hand, interrupting him.

"Don't rush to say 'I'm afraid.' First, take some people to open the filing cabinet."

The section chief was momentarily speechless, but still tried to argue: "Secretary Meng, you don't understand the actual difficulties of grassroots file management. The staff has been reshuffled several times, and the computer system has been upgraded twice. Some paper files have even gotten moldy in the basement. The people who were specifically in charge back then have long since retired or taken sick leave..."

"I've been in Jiangbei Province and investigated the old accounts of local financing platforms spanning thirty years."

Meng Huaichuan looked at him, his tone calm, "I've heard this set of words you prepared at least fifty times. Old materials, personnel changes, system upgrades, moldy files, retired personnel."

You can write these five reasons verbatim into the explanation you need to submit later, and I will sign it to acknowledge it.

Just as the section chief breathed a sigh of relief, Meng Huaichuan added, "But these reasons can only explain the objective difficulties in your work, and cannot be used as a shield for not being able to deliver the core accounts today."

If a crucial page is missing, I'll check the borrowing records; if there are no borrowing records, I'll check the on-duty records clerk; if the clerk can't explain, I'll check your supervisory responsibility as the department head. I'll peel back the layers until I find that piece of paper.

Sweat instantly streamed from the section chief's forehead into his eyes. He didn't even dare to wipe it away, and could only reply repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we'll open the counter and check immediately."

The liaison officer of the supervisory team stood in the back row, watching this scene with secret admiration.

Meng Huaichuan spoke softly, never slammed his fist on the table or glared at others, and unlike Gao Yuliang, he didn't like to quote classical texts or beat around the bush.

His style is like a boning knife, precisely cutting away your force piece by piece through the gaps in the bureaucracy where people shirk responsibility and pass the buck.

In the end, those being investigated will find, to their despair, that they have nowhere to hide.

The sealing operation proceeded swiftly until noon, and sure enough, the thunder exploded.

The head of the archives, holding a list, walked nervously to Meng Huaichuan: "Secretary Meng, the original drafts of the early expert review meeting for the Lingang project and the three boxes of supplementary attachments... are missing."

Meng Huaichuan's hands didn't stop flipping through the catalog: "How does the system display this?"

"The system shows that it was borrowed five years ago and has never been returned to the warehouse."

Who is the borrower?

"Du Qishan, Deputy Director of the Primary Industries Division."

Meng Huaichuan looked up: "Where is Du Qishan now?"

"Five years ago, I took long-term sick leave due to severe neurasthenia and have been staying at home ever since."

Meng Huaichuan turned to look at Zhou Zhengming beside him and said calmly, "It seems that we should visit this patient who has been bedridden for many years in advance."

Zhou Zhengming picked up his phone and glanced at it: "Lei Ming has already taken people to his house."