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

When the provincial procuratorate issued its internal notice, Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, was sitting in his office, holding a cup of freshly brewed premium Tieguanyin tea.

"Lu Yike has been suspended from duty pending investigation, and Wu Xinyi has received a serious warning..."

Looking at the document, Zhao Donglai felt a chill run down his spine, and his hand trembled so much that he almost spilled the scalding tea on his crotch.

Everyone in the political and legal circles of Handong knows that Zhao Donglai has been pursuing Lu Yike relentlessly for the past six months.

He sent her flowers, invited her to meals, and even went so far as to attend some kind of cadre reading group to recite poetry to her.

Every few days, he would bring gifts to fawn over Wu Xinyi, calling her "Aunt Wu" sweeter than a son would.

Outsiders, watching the spectacle, thought that Director Zhao was a tough guy with a tender heart, a devoted lover.

But how many seasoned officials at their level are truly "love-struck"?

Zhao Donglai had a plan in mind that was more shrewd than anyone else's.

Although he was Li Dakang's close associate in the past, his foundation was too singular, and he had no one else to rely on but Li Dakang.

And what about Lu Yike?

The father is a high-ranking military officer, the mother is a retired presiding judge of the provincial high court, and the aunt Wu Huifen is the key figure in the political and legal system of Han University!

Once the marriage is successful, Zhao Donglai will be able to instantly access a multi-dimensional network of connections within the public security, courts, procuratorates, and even the military.

From then on, he could do whatever he wanted in the officialdom of Handong, and he no longer had to tie his entire life and fortune to Li Dakang's chariot.

While there may be feelings involved, the core driving force behind his relentless pursuit is the alliance of political capital.

But now?

The "get-out-of-jail-free card" was shattered, and the Wu family mother and daughter became the biggest source of political radiation in the Handong officialdom overnight!

Hou Liangping has fallen, Gao Yuliang has overturned the table, and the supervisory team's guillotine is already at the neck of the old political and legal circle in Handong.

Without saying a word, Zhao Donglai quickly took out his phone, opened WeChat, and found the pinned profile picture with the nickname "Ke'er".

Without the slightest hesitation, I swiped left and deleted, along with all the chat history of caring for each other over the past six months, all cleared up with a single click.

Then, he opened the drawer and, as if throwing away a hot potato, precisely tossed the copy of Pushkin's poetry that he had bought to please him into the wastebasket.

Cut!

It must be cut at the physical and molecular level!

After doing all this, Zhao Donglai let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He thought to himself: If he really becomes my son-in-law, I'll have to go in for tea with him today!

However, before he could catch his breath, the red secure landline on the table suddenly rang.

"Director Zhao, please be on time at 2 PM in the provincial party committee's small conference room for a special debriefing session. Topic: Debriefing on the handling of the January 16th Dafeng Factory mass incident." The voice of the supervisory team member on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice.

Zhao Donglai's heart, which had just been at ease, instantly plummeted into an icy abyss.

He escaped the Lu family's wrath, but he couldn't escape the old grudges of Dafeng Factory!

The supervisory team isn't investigating him; they're following this trail to uncover the huge scandal involving Li Dakang!

……

Half an hour later, the news that Zhao Donglai was about to receive a special review talk from the provincial party committee reached the office of Li Dakang, the secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee, through an extremely secretive channel.

There was no formal written notification; it was just that while the secretary was organizing the day's meeting information, she casually mentioned in a low voice as she changed Li Dakang's tea:

"Secretary, Director Zhao went to the provincial party committee's small conference room this afternoon for a meeting. The topic was a review of the on-site handling of the Dafeng Factory incident."

Li Dakang was holding a fountain pen and annotating the land investigation file when he heard this. Suddenly, the pen stopped on the paper, leaving an abrupt blot of ink.

"Who are the members of the delegation attending the meeting?" Li Dakang did not look up, and his voice was unreadable.

"The level of the meeting was extremely high. Secretary Lu Chengzhou presided over the talks, and Group Leader Qin Yuanzhou, Deputy Group Leader Zhou Zhengming, Secretary Tian Guofu, and Comrade Yi Xuexi from our city were all present."

Li Dakang slowly put down his pen, his mind instantly becoming as clear as a mirror.

This is hardly a "three-court trial" of Zhao Donglai.

This is clearly a case of "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was aimed at Liu Bang"!

Seeing this, the secretary cautiously asked, "Secretary, should I immediately reorganize and archive the meeting minutes and work plans from previous years for the Dafeng Factory, in case the Provincial Party Committee inquires?"

Li Dakang glanced at him indifferently, his eyes sharp as knives: "No need to rush to dig up old files. Deliberately organizing materials now will only make us look guilty, like we're trying to hide something. Get out."

Upon hearing this, the secretary immediately fell silent and respectfully withdrew.

Li Dakang stood up and paced slowly in the spacious office.

Since the supervisory team arrived, the joint task force has forcefully taken away the two core powers of land approval and old city renovation in Jingzhou.

Now, all he has left is the buffer space of coordinating the economy and maintaining social stability.

But he knew better than anyone that this "buffer" was definitely not a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Once the Dafeng Factory mass incident is reclassified by the provincial party committee, his original approach of "prioritizing stability and flexibly enforcing the law" will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame for "allowing major safety hazards and condoning special personnel to interfere with administrative law enforcement."

The accountability for this kind of leadership dereliction of duty carries just as much weight as that for land violations!

After thinking for a moment, he picked up his office landline and dialed the internal line of Yi Xuexi, the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission: "Come to my office when you have some free time."

Ten minutes later, Yi Xuexi pushed open the door and entered.

This discipline inspection secretary, known for his impartiality and incorruptibility, got straight to the point as soon as he sat down: "I know what you want to ask. I was present throughout the debriefing and discussion this afternoon."

Li Dakang's eyes narrowed, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible resentment and tension: "Such a big operation, why didn't you let me know beforehand?"

Yi Xuexi remained calm and composed, completely unmoved by his emotional appeals.

"This conversation was part of a special verification process jointly coordinated by the Provincial Party Committee and the Central Supervision Group, and the content involved highly classified information. I do not have the authority to disclose this information to others in advance, Secretary Dakang, please understand."

In short, with a clear sense of proportion and the unique sense of principle of a discipline inspection secretary, he firmly and decisively rejected the offer.

Upon hearing this, Li Dakang's heart skipped a beat. After a brief silence, he gave a self-deprecating smirk:

"You, now that you've taken the position of Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, you've become more and more formal in your speech, showing no mercy to your old comrades at all."

"I'm always talking about organizational rules, not personal relationships."

Yi Xuexi ignored his teasing and went straight to the point: "The investigation into the responsibility for the on-site handling at Dafeng Factory has been fully launched. The supervisory team's sword is already pointed at you. You'd better be prepared."