bookcurios Chapter 1042 Trap
Chapter 1042 Trap
Upon learning of Yan Dongping's whereabouts, this veteran of the political and legal system had lost his basic ability to think.
They didn't bother to investigate why the other party had suddenly appeared in Beishan.
Afterwards, during his time in prison, he often recalled this scene, lamenting that he had lost the vigilance of a law enforcement officer, fallen into an obvious trap, and ultimately caused an irreparable political failure.
After settling the group of entrepreneurs, Duan Feng, still slightly drunk, returned home that night and immediately contacted the assassin to get his services.
The assassin group was very professional and efficient, sending back the data at four in the morning.
Yan Dongping lived in room 1703, and a man was with her.
He seems to be an investor from Beijing, but I don't know his exact name. The people at the hotel call him Brother Jiang.
The two had been staying at the hotel for seven or eight days.
After listening, Duan Feng said directly, "Then please take care of her for me as soon as possible."
The assassin replied, "Secretary Duan, I could have taken action six months ago, but in the past six months, our office has spent a lot of manpower and resources investigating this woman. Your little bit of money probably won't be enough."
Duan Feng complained bitterly; he had no money left.
That Ma Yurong had already emptied his last savings in order to run a nightclub.
"We've been regular customers for a while now, and I'll be honest with you, I really can't afford it right now. How about we get this done first, and I'll pay you back with interest when I have the money?" Duan Feng tried to appeal to Duan Feng's emotions.
“This… Secretary Duan, our office… has no precedent for this.”
Duan Feng said, "Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. You know why I have no money. Losing power is the same as losing wealth."
But now I have regained power and concurrently served as the director of the Beishan City Public Security Bureau.
"As long as I set things up, crack down on gambling a few times, and sweep up prostitution a few times, I'll have the money quickly. Then you think I can't afford it?"
Seeing that the assassin was still hesitating and weighing the risks, Duan Feng continued to raise the stakes, saying, "I won't let you suffer a loss. How about this, the interest will be based on the market rate for usurious loans, how about that?"
After thinking it over, he felt that Duan Feng was unlikely to do it, nor would he dare to blame them. After considering all factors, he finally agreed.
"Alright, we'll start preparing in the next few days. We'll need Secretary Duan's cooperation."
"Don't worry, I will give you enough time to evacuate. The police station is my territory now. I can tell them to send out officers whenever I want."
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Xia Guanglei walked into the municipal party committee building, braving the cold wind. As soon as he entered, he instructed his secretary, "Pass down the notice that the Standing Committee meeting will be held at 3 p.m. I have something important to announce."
The secretary understood what Xia Guanglei was talking about and turned to go to the municipal party committee office to make the arrangements.
As soon as the notice arrived, the members of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee were in an uproar.
Xu Lian was the most anxious. He rushed into the mayor's office with the meeting materials that the municipal party committee had just handed him, his eyes were very eager, but his mouth looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.
He became even more anxious when he saw Qi Tongwei calmly drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
"Mayor, don't you have any instructions?" Xu Lian leaned over the desk and asked Qi Tongwei.
Qi Tongwei didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to flip through the newspaper. "What are your instructions?"
"Work, instructions," Xu Lian said urgently.
Qi Tongwei paused in his reading, thought for a moment, nodded and looked out the window. "You know what, there really is." He put down the newspaper and looked at Xu Lian. "The New Year is almost here. What's the stock of winter coats and cotton-padded clothes on the market?"
The weather in Beishan is unlike that in the south; the winter temperatures are frighteningly low, and I've heard that people have even frozen to death in previous years.
This year we must import more supplies to prepare for unforeseen circumstances, especially regarding the situation of impoverished households in various regions. Cadres in each county and district must conduct thorough visits and investigations to ensure that such tragedies do not happen again.
Regarding the food situation, Beishan is a place with a very serious food shortage. Under such weather conditions, we cannot be careless about food reserves.
Local authorities should be aware of the risk of heavy snow blocking roads and preventing the transport of grain.
And that one….”
Listening to Qi Tongwei rambling on about trivial matters, Xu Lian grew increasingly impatient, his heart churning with pent-up emotions and nowhere to vent.
Can he not be anxious?
The power of their municipal government is shrinking rapidly, and this shrinking power means that his power as the executive vice mayor is also shrinking.
During He Anxia's tenure, as the executive vice mayor, he was arguably the fourth most powerful figure in the government.
In Xia Guanglei's era today, let alone the fourth-in-command, he's probably not even as strong as a common soldier.
The entire Standing Committee was in chaos.
Xia Guanglei, the top leader, wanted to focus on the specifics, while Deputy Secretary Ma Da was watching closely, hoping to reap the benefits.
The other members of the Standing Committee were not to be outdone, and each wanted to get involved.
Where do these powers come from?
It wasn't just taken from the city government, it was snatched from him!
But he didn't dare to show any displeasure or lose his temper with Qi Tongwei. He suppressed his anger, listened to the whole thing, and replied:
"Mayor, rest assured, I have already urged all localities and units to do these things. In addition, in accordance with our morning meeting culture, I have also arranged for an undercover supervision team to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
"That's good." Qi Tongwei nodded, then asked, "How are the pollution sources in the city being handled?"
"The initial water purification and rectification work has already begun, and the water quality has improved."
"We need to hurry. The water quality report can be communicated to the public in real time so that they know that the municipal government will definitely do what it promises and is determined to do."
"Yes, I'll have the Beishan Daily and TV station report on it weekly." He paused, then pressed on, "Mayor, there's a Standing Committee meeting this afternoon. Have you read the materials sent by the Municipal Party Committee Office?"
Qi Tongwei said, "I've seen it, it's great. Several more major projects are about to be launched in our city."
Our Secretary Xia is quite capable.
Xu Lian was stunned. He didn't expect to hear such praise from Qi Tongwei. "Oh my, my great mayor, what's wrong with you? Why are you praising him like this?"
"This isn't flattery, it's the truth. They really did a good job, and we can't deny that."
"The truth? No, my mayor, you don't intend to lead us to surrender and admit defeat, do you?"
Qi Tongwei continued to feign ignorance: "Admit defeat? Admit defeat for what?"
"Isn't it great that the municipal party committee and government are working together to develop Beishan? What's with this talk of who's conceding and who's admitting defeat?"
Xu Lian was rendered speechless and said in a strange tone, "Yes, yes, you are magnanimous, politically conscious, and believe in unity, but I'm afraid that your political conscience will be disregarded by others."
You treat him like a squad leader, like a comrade-in-arms, but he only sees you as a lowly soldier carrying a bomb.
If you back down an inch today, they'll dare to take an inch more tomorrow. Then, won't you, the mayor, and our city government become nothing more than decorations?