Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

On that day, news of the Standing Committee meeting of the Handong Provincial Party Committee spread, and soon some people who cared about the situation of their comrades found out about what had happened at the procuratorate and Chen Yanshi’s home through various channels.

Suddenly, the Provincial Procuratorate and the Anti-Corruption Bureau were rumored to have a lot of problems with feng shui, that it was not a good day to take the exam, and that it was a major taboo for them to be transferred.

Even Xing Yun'er, the deputy chief prosecutor who is now in charge of the procuratorate, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles all day, just looking forward to the end of the workday.

When the news reached the hospital, Ji Changming shook his head and sighed, turning to the hospital and saying with emotion, "Old Lin, you got sick at the right time; you've escaped a disaster."

Lin Jianguo wholeheartedly agreed and nodded, saying, "That's right, luckily I was quick-witted."

Just one day, only one day.

It could be said that as long as he approved the order at the time, the names on the disciplinary list would belong to him.

Therefore, he decided to stay in the hospital for a while longer until things calmed down before leaving.

Otherwise, Lin Jianguo would really be worried.

Ji Changming, standing nearby, shared the same thought.

He only has a few months left before retirement, and he has already been disciplined once.

If he hadn't run in, and had come again, he would have really ended up in the hospital.

"Old Ji, what do you think about letting Comrade Xing Yun'er take on the responsibilities of the procuratorate for now? We're not feeling well either, and going to work would only cause trouble," Lin Jianguo suggested.

"I think that's a good idea," Ji Changming responded quickly. "Comrade Xing Yun'er is young, he needs to be given more experience. We're doing this for his own good."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

……

That evening, at Gao Yuliang's home.

Chu Shijun and his wife, Qi Tongwei and his wife, and Zhong Xiaoai all came over.

Three grown men sat in the study, each holding a cigarette, filling the room with smoke.

"Xiao Ai is a diligent and intelligent student, but she's a bit silly when it comes to certain things," Gao Yuliang said with a shake of his head and a light laugh as he leaned back in his chair.

"Teacher, he and Hou...Hou Liangping divorced?" Qi Tongwei asked curiously.

I just met the other party at Gao Yuliang's house. His eyes were red, and a few women are still talking about it.

"Yes, when Hou Liangping was disciplined, his status had already changed to divorced in the system yesterday."

Gao Yuliang nodded, then glanced at him.

"What, you're not calling it a monkey anymore?"

Before Qi Tongwei could speak, Chu Shijun raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, Teacher Gao, you're not called Liangping anymore, and you're using your full name now? Aren't you your last outstanding disciple now?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuliang blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He waved his hand, still holding a cigarette, and said, "Let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this. Han University has already contacted me and said they will remove Hou Liangping from the list of outstanding alumni."

For Han University, Hou Liangping, who was only a division-level cadre before, was not qualified to be an outstanding alumnus unless he had some other honorary achievements.

Hou Liangping's previous status as an outstanding alumnus was entirely due to Han University's consideration for the Zhong family.

Now that Hou Liangping has been ousted and the Zhong family no longer acknowledges him, Han Da reacted quickly and even considered pursuing Hou Liangping's responsibility. However, after careful consideration, they gave up, as it would be embarrassing to make a big fuss.

"Since you and Sha Ruijin arrived in Handong, things have really changed dramatically."

Gao Yuliang sighed,

"A group of people are happy, and a group of people are sad, just like during the New Year."

"Hehe, if we two, who just parachuted in, don't make a scene, then all this thunder will have been for nothing."

Chu Shijun smiled slightly and squinted his eyes, saying, "However, it's almost time to wrap things up. It all depends on how we cut things apart."

"How so?"

Gao Yuliang looked over, and Qi Tongwei next to him also sat up straight.

"I've been holding onto Ding Yizhen, and he's currently in the capital. Brother Zhou is keeping an eye on him."

Chu Shijun said calmly,

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuliang and Qi Tongwei exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"Is Ding Yizhen with you?"

"I told them that the people who chased after the Ugly Country came back with information saying that Ding Yizhen had died in a gang war and was drowned to feed the fish."

The two spoke one after the other.

"Ding Yizhen knows quite a lot. In the capital, there's Zhao Lichun and him; it's like one dropped a nuclear bomb and the other dropped a missile."

"Zhao Lichun's nuclear bomb, at least he can guarantee it won't be activated, but Ding Yizhen is a different story. Wherever the missile flies, it'll be a problem. We can't leave it unchecked, but we can't let him die either."

Chu Shijun took a drag of his cigarette and said in a deep voice, "Now that he's under everyone's watchful eye, it's like he's got a missile launcher in his grasp. Everyone knows where to fire it."

Gao Yuliang's eyes flickered, and he slowly nodded in approval.

Qi Tongwei thought for a moment and then whispered, "Shijun, do you mean 123, 321, and 1234567?"

Chu Shijun didn't reply, but simply handed him a cigarette. He immediately understood and felt a chill run down his spine.

Previously, Zhao Dehan was arrested. I heard that after a thorough trial, he was sentenced to death and immediately executed. After the execution, his wife and her entire family were so heartbroken that they left the capital and moved to a new city where they found decent and stable jobs.

Now that Handong has captured Ouyang Jing, it's already quite something. Liu Xinjian's actions were purely Hou Liangping courting death, but they also inadvertently covered up the truth, which made Zhao Lichun make a ruthless decision.

But if Ding Yizhen were to stab him a couple more times, that wouldn't be what some people want to see.

There are some things that no one talks about, so I can pretend I don't see them; everyone does that.

But some people said that it wouldn't be good for me to pretend I didn't see it; I should at least fry two fish to make up for it.

But how could the bomb dropped by Ding Yizhen, the head of the household, be small in size?

Too small and we can't deliver; too big and it's not good for unity.

Therefore, Ding Yizhen's existence has become a delicate balance point, which is beneficial to all parties, except for a few forces.

Chu Shijun didn't say too much about this; just know the general idea, the fishpond below is enough to keep you entertained.

"Shijun, what about the Shanshui Group?"

Qi Tongwei asked.

"Just continue the investigation at this pace. You keep an eye on your small team and maintain good communication with Director Wu Zhenyu of the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau. Leave the departmental matters to that executive officer."

Chu Shijun said calmly,

"Whenever the spring thunder rises above, the spring rain will fall in Handong. Before that, do not act rashly, and prioritize stability."

For Chu Shijun and his group, getting things done is often simple; a small flaw is enough to get things done. However, they must always prioritize the overall situation.

The ability to do things subtly and quietly, sowing new seeds, is what makes someone qualified.

As for the earlier commotion, it was nothing to worry about and was all within a controllable range.

"I see,"

Qi Tongwei nodded.

"I will keep a close eye on the Shanshui Group. Today, I have secretly transferred a group of elites from various cities and counties in the province to keep a close watch on them."

For someone in his profession, in certain situations, elites are equivalent to loyal followers.

"I trust you to handle things," Chu Shijun affirmed.