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

In a VIP ward of a hospital in Beijing, there was a faint smell of disinfectant.

Seventy-eight-year-old He Wenqing didn't run, or rather, he was too lazy to run.

When the task force found him, he was calmly conducting a routine check-up.

Having undergone two heart surgeries, he leads an extremely regular life: reading the newspaper in the morning, taking a walk in the afternoon, and going to bed promptly at 9:30 pm.

Judging from this work-rest schedule, he is even more health-conscious than most special task force cadres who work overtime every day.

Lei Ming flipped through his schedule and couldn't help but purse his lips, muttering, "It seems retirement really is the ultimate way to prolong life, provided the disciplinary committee doesn't come knocking on our door."

Due to health reasons, the interview was not conducted at a cold and impersonal interrogation site, but rather at a safe location near the hospital, with medical staff thoughtfully present.

He Wenqing strolled in slowly, barely lifting his eyelids, and his first words were: "How much did that old bastard Zhou Jun confess?"

Lei Ming was so angry he laughed: "The old comrades really have a tacit understanding. They even skipped the nonsense of 'Have you eaten?' and got straight to the point."

He Wenqing didn't even spare him a glance.

Zhou Zhengming, who was standing to the side, cleared his throat and said, "He said you're in charge of information coordination."

"That's an outdated and inaccurate way of saying it," He Wenqing shook his head.

"Then could you give me a more elegant and accurate answer?" Zhou Zhengming went along with it.

"Policy Risk Research"

Lei Ming leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow: "Okay, you've learned another new word that can fool people today."

He Wenqing frowned and looked at Lei Ming with the eyes of an elder looking at a bratty child: "Young comrade, you have too much of a temper. There's no need to keep speaking with such emotions in your voice."

"I'm not some young comrade," Lei Ming retorted.

"That means you should be more mature. Are you trying to go back to your old age?" He Wenqing retorted calmly.

Lei Ming was stunned for two seconds, speechless.

I actually got lectured by the person I was talking to.

Seeing Lei Ming's embarrassed expression, Zhou Zhengming almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He Wenqing, having served as a secretary to a former leader, still retained his bureaucratic air even now, sitting in the seat being questioned. He kept referring to Lei Ming as a "young comrade," making it sound as if he was about to pull out a pen to write an annual performance review for him.

After the small talk, the conversation quickly got down to business.

He Wenqing readily admitted that the East China University of Political Science and Law Research Center did indeed undertake some of the work of "collecting sensitive information" in its early years.

As for the purpose, in his words, it was to prevent "disorderly law enforcement from affecting the major reform plan."

"Who gave you the authorization?" Zhou Zhengming asked.

"There is no official document that specifies authorization."

"Without even an official document, what makes you think you can do this? Just with enthusiasm?" Lei Ming said sarcastically.

"Back then, much of the work wasn't driven by a single document," He Wenqing said calmly.

"Whose idea was that?"

He Wenqing fell silent.

Zhou Zhengming wasn't in a hurry and slowly presented the name "Zhong Weimin" to him.

The old man glanced at it and did not deny it: "Mr. Zhong did pay attention to it back then."

"Just paying attention?"

He believes that during the reform period, we had to feel our way across the river, and we couldn't use later standards to retrospectively analyze all the early explorations.

"So even if it's illegal, you just turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see it?" Lei Ming pressed.

"I didn't say that."

"But your document with the black frame clearly states in black and white that it will not be subject to judicial scrutiny for the time being."

He Wenqing frowned even more deeply: "That wasn't my original statement."

"Who wrote that?"

"have no idea."

Lei Ming almost burst out laughing: "You and Zhou Jun really are outstanding graduates from the same training class, but when asked for specific names, you all collectively forget, right?"

He Wenqing gave him a cold look, then suddenly dropped a bombshell: "I can provide a batch of materials."

Zhou Zhengming's expression shifted slightly, and he leaned forward: "What materials?"

"My working papers," He Wenqing paused, "are in the bank safe deposit box."

This truly surprised everyone.