The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

An hour later, two green Jeeps pulled up in front of the Hongxing Subdistrict Office. As soon as the cars came to a stop, Ma Jun, the secretary of the subdistrict office, and several deputy directors greeted them with broad smiles.

The first jeep carried Secretary Li from the district, his face ashen. Several district staff members followed behind him, one of whom carried a camera. Without even glancing at the people from the subdistrict office, he went straight to the bulletin board and stared intently at the large congratulatory notice displayed there.

He read slowly, but the expression on his face showed that the district party secretary was definitely not at peace, as he even silently lit a cigarette. After a long while, he sighed deeply and instructed a staff member behind him, "Draft an emergency notice in the name of the district party committee! The notice should state that the district attaches great importance to this matter, has established a working group, and will thoroughly investigate the issues reflected in the 'Great Joy Report' to find out the truth, give Comrade He Yuzhu justice, and give the people a clear explanation!"

After you finish writing it, peel this great news notice down completely! Be careful not to damage it! This has already alarmed the city leaders, and it must be handed over intact! After peeling it down, put the district's notice back in its original place.

The staff members dared not delay and immediately went to the subdistrict office to draft the notice, accompanied by others.

Secretary Li then turned around, his gaze sweeping over Ma Jun and the group of trembling street office officials. His voice was icy, "Did you all think I was here to inspect the work? You were all smiling at me just now, and you were even smiling? Do you know how much trouble we've caused this time? Where is Wang Xuemei?"

Ma Jun quickly replied, "Wang Xuemei has already been placed in the conference room!"

Secretary Li didn't say much, just grunted and strode towards the conference room.

Inside the meeting room, Wang Xuemei remained listless, sitting blankly in her chair, looking like a living dead person.

Secretary Li walked into the meeting room, his gaze landing directly on Wang Xuemei. He strode over, and without warning, raised his hand and delivered two resounding slaps across the face!

"Slap! Slap!"

Everyone was startled by this sudden action. This was the first time a leader had ever been so angry as to beat a subordinate, and it was extremely taboo. The organization advocated equality among its members, and corporal punishment of subordinates was subject to disciplinary action. However, everyone present felt that Secretary Li had done nothing wrong, and even felt a sense of satisfaction.

Wang Xuemei was instantly jolted awake by the two slaps. She covered her cheeks, and unpleasant memories flashed through her mind—slaps from He Yuzhu, slaps from her own husband. Indeed, a good fight can enlighten one's mind; that's absolutely true.

But at this moment she would rather go crazy for the rest of her life, because her eyes met those of Secretary Li, who was staring at her with a furious expression.

"Wang Xuemei! You're still pretending to be crazy here?! Look at the mess you've made! You actually dared to bring a gun to people's homes and threaten them? Who gave you the guts?! Do you know how much trouble you've caused our district?! This is about to cause a huge uproar, and now the entire district is a criminal!"

Wang Xuemei trembled all over. As a mid-level cadre herself, she knew the gravity of the situation; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so shocked. She knelt down with a thud, grabbed Secretary Li's leg, and cried out, tears streaming down her face, "Secretary Li! I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, give me another chance! I've shed blood for the organization, I've rendered meritorious service! Back then behind enemy lines… even if I didn't achieve great things, I certainly worked hard! Please forgive me this time, for all the hard work I've done over the years!"

Secretary Li kicked her away, looking at her with disgust. "If it weren't for this, I would have beaten you up right here and now as soon as I got off the bus! Your only chance now is to honestly confess everything to the organization! A few men, take her away! Take her straight back to the district for isolation and investigation!"

At Secretary Li's command, two staff members immediately came up behind him and supported Wang Xuemei, who was limp as a rag doll.

"No! I won't go! Secretary Li, please! I'll never do it again..." Wang Xuemei panicked completely. She knew what being taken away meant, and struggled and cried desperately, her voice shrill. But it was all in vain. The two men dragged her out, and her cries gradually faded in the corridor, eventually disappearing at the courtyard gate.

The meeting room was deathly silent; everyone hung their heads, not daring to even breathe.

Secretary Li surveyed the assembled members of the subdistrict office leadership team, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Wang Xuemei is primarily responsible; she can't escape! But you, Ma Jun, and all of you deputy secretaries, deputy directors, and section chiefs, how could you not have noticed something so serious beforehand? You are also to blame. Just wait for the district's working group's investigation results, and don't complain about being wronged when things are dealt with!"

Ma Jun and the others looked ashen-faced and repeatedly agreed.

"Now, let's get down to business!" Secretary Li walked to the head of the table, tapped it, and said, "Immediately take control of those people who went to the courtyard with Wang Xuemei that day. Interrogate them separately. I need to know every detail of what happened that day, not a single word!"

He looked at Ma Jun, "The district has already set up a working group, and your street office needs to fully cooperate! Find out all of Comrade He Yuzhu's information clearly! And what about those so-called 'managers' at their No. 95 courtyard house? What right do they have to force people to give up their houses? What private dealings do they have with Wang Xuemei? The causes and consequences of this conflict must all be thoroughly investigated! I need to see a detailed investigation report as soon as possible!"

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Yang Weiguo suppressed his unease and tried to focus his attention on the documents in front of him, but he remained restless and unable to concentrate.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached. Before he could react, the office door was flung open!

Secretary Xiao Wang stood at the door, his face deathly pale, clearly having rushed back in a panic. He was bent over, panting heavily. Xiao Wang had served him for many years and was always composed; he had never been so distraught before.

Yang Weiguo instinctively wanted to reprimand his secretary for her rudeness, but the words caught in his throat, and he changed his mind, asking, "What's wrong? Why are you so flustered? What happened?"

Xiao Wang opened his mouth, but due to extreme fear and lack of oxygen, he couldn't utter a single word. He could only rush to the desk, open the notebook in his hand, push it in front of Yang Weiguo, and point his finger intently at the contents he had copied down.

Yang Weiguo's gaze fell on the densely packed handwriting. At first, he was confused, then incredulous, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

"Uh..." Yang Weiguo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. He tried to reach out and support himself on the table, but his arm was too weak to lift. In the dizzying moment, the last thing he saw was Xiao Wang's terrified face before he lost consciousness.