In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 100 Lu Xiaotong

Zhao De remained silent for a moment.

The enemy has emerged, which is somewhat unexpected, yet also reasonable.

The deputy mayor of Fangchenggang City, Wei Jiahong, has always been in charge of agricultural production.

Under the federal dual-chief system, adjutants typically work as assistants, accumulating seniority. However, in special circumstances, they can be promoted directly to chief officer, such as when a city executive position suddenly becomes vacant, in which case the adjutant will automatically fill the vacancy.

The timing of their move was excellent.

"I understand, and I am willing to take responsibility for leadership and accept any punishment from the organization."

Seeing Zhao De's composed demeanor, Ding Shoujin softened his tone: "We will make a written record of today's conversation, and the higher-ups will make an assessment based on the facts and materials."

"Yes."

After Ding Shoujin left, the room fell silent.

A moment later, a deep, angry roar rang out.

"Wei Jiahong, you old dog!"

Zhao De gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and threw the various documents on the table to the ground, the papers fluttering down in the air.

The materials Wei Jiahong submitted would normally not have caused him any harm, but things are different now.

Just as he had managed to stop his car at the edge of the cliff, Wei Jiahong came up and kicked it again.

Zhao Deqiang suppressed his anger, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

After much deliberation, he took the following action before his power became completely ineffective.

First, Lu Zhao was promoted to the position of border station chief, an exceptional promotion.

Second, promote the national policy of the Wude Hall [local corps] and transfer the authority to supervise agricultural production in the border defense station.

Third, we compiled and collected reports from farmers over the years, as well as some irregularities in agricultural production.

He didn't promote his own people, and once the organizational process ended, his own promotion would be worthless.

But Lu Zhao is different. As long as the Lin family protects him, he can only be promoted and never demoted.

The transfer of agricultural authority to border control is a federal policy that began to be implemented two years ago.

The federal government has been cutting costs and increasing revenue, reducing funding for the border defense system on the one hand, and not wanting local authorities to have substantial military power on the other.

Therefore, the production corps system was implemented, which meant that the farmland within the jurisdiction of the border station was transferred to the border station and used to replace the allocation of funds.

But this is cutting into local territory to make up for the deficiencies in the border defense system.

Local implementation can be slowed down, but it's impossible to reclaim power that has already been handed over, going against national policy. The border station that has gained power would not agree to that either.

Finally, it is the most important point.

Wei Jiahong is a very unsavory person; he has dirty hands.

Lu Zhao is the most suitable person to deal with him.

Zhao De said with a gloomy face, "Comrade Wei, since you're going to tear off the mask of civility, let me see what you're capable of."

Wei Jiahong kicked someone when they were down first, so don't blame him for going all out.

Zhao De reluctantly accepted that Lu Zhao, a remarkable person with no political blemishes and who was not afraid of powerful figures, would kick him a couple of times.

Such a person might only appear once every ten years; you'd be lucky enough to win the lottery.

Wei Jiahong, a wild dog whose life development is only at the second level and who rose to power by relying on his father's resources, dares to bark at me.

Marquis Wei Jiawu has been dead for fifteen years, and his political influence has long since expired.
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Fangshi, train station.

The train, like a tired beetle, panted heavily as it slowly slid into the platform.

The crowd surged like a floodgate opening, with countless passengers pouring off the train and countless others squeezing on.

Amidst the bustling crowd at the train station, a striking figure struggled against a pillar, finally managing to squeeze out of the throng. Lu Xiaotong, dressed in a pale yellow, knee-length floral dress and carrying a white backpack, looked somewhat out of place.

Is this Fangshi?

She looked around curiously. Unlike the grandeur of Cangwu City, the urban area was rather small, with only a few tall buildings.

People dressed simply, most wearing blue work clothes, with only a few women dressing up.

The loudspeaker blared; a woman's voice, heavily accented and using elegant Mandarin, announced the train information. The static was louder than her voice, clearly indicating the broadcasting equipment was very old.

Lu Xiaotong has lived in Cangwu City since she can remember. She was assigned to the Martyrs' Family Compound, living in the core area, and is a federal citizen.

This was my first time traveling far from home, and also the first time I'd ever seen such a dilapidated train station.

To be honest, she regretted it a little.

But the thought of seeing his Uncle Zhao rekindled his motivation; they hadn't seen each other for over a year.

My mother mentioned casually that Uncle Zhao works very hard outside and has offended some important people. I can't cause trouble for Uncle Zhao here.

Lu Xiaotong clenched her fists to encourage herself, then stood on tiptoe and looked around.

"How do I find the person Uncle Zhao sent to pick me up?"

At that moment, the loudspeaker came on, and it was still that woman with a heavy accent.

"Comrade Lu Xiaotong, is Lu Xiaotong here? This is the radio station. Please respond if you hear this."

A commotion arose in the distance, and railway soldiers wearing black hats broke through the crowd.

The Federation Legion has many branches, and the railway also has its own corps, with the aim of creating a perpetual transportation route.

At first, Lu Xiaotong just watched out of curiosity. She couldn't quite understand the accent of the South China Sea West Road, so there was someone with a less pronounced accent speaking.

Is Comrade Lu Xiaotong here?

Lu Xiaotong jumped up and down, raising her hands high, and shouted, "Here it is! Here it is!"

The next moment, more than a dozen railway soldiers rushed in from all directions and cleared a small area around Lu Xiaotong.

The person in charge of the train station arrived and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lu Xiaotong was alright.

I couldn't help but wonder: 'Whose little rascal has run away without permission this time?'

He had just received a call from the Railway Commander of Yulin County, South Sea West Province. His superior ordered him to find a person named Lu Xiaotong and ensure his safety.

If anything happens to the other party, he'll lose his job.

Train station, VIP lounge.

"Comrade Lu Xiaotong, hello, I am the stationmaster of the railway station."

A middle-aged man said with a fawning smile, "Is this your first time in Fangshi? Where would you like to go? I can show you the way."

Lu Xiaotong was a little confused.

Although she was a high school student, she was smart and quick-witted from a young age and could sense the eager gazes of those around her.

He's like a celebrity at school; his father is a leader in the county-level education department, and the school leaders and teachers all bow down when they talk to him.

The school will also issue some forms, which require filling in home address and parents' occupations, in order to allocate dormitories and seats.

Parents who were officials lived in the faculty building; those who were chief or deputy clerks lived in six-person rooms; and clerks lived in twelve-person rooms.

In schools in Cangwu, students experience class differences even before they enter society.

Everyone knows whose parents are officials and whose family is wealthy.

But aren't we Lu family just ordinary people? This constant use of "you" and "yours" clearly indicates that we're not treating ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)