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

"I understand, Comrade Dakang. I will discuss this matter with Director Sima of Baiyun."

In the office, Qi Tongwei hung up the phone and shook his head with amusement.

On the table in front of him was the application form that Wu Zhenyu had submitted.

Why make such a fuss over catching an old man selling counterfeit goods, and even make him make a phone call?

However, he did not refuse.

Just now, Li Dakang kept calling him "Comrade Tongwei," which made him feel very comfortable.

Although we used to call him that, that comrade was different.

The current way of addressing someone is that they are of the same rank.

Moreover, in the past, when people asked him for help, it was always his secretary or someone from the municipal party committee office. Unless it was something important, when have you ever seen Li Dakang personally make a call?

After glancing at the things Wu Zhenyu brought up, Qi Tongwei picked up his phone and called Director Sima of Baiyun.

The two had met at a ministry-level conference before, but were not familiar with each other. They got to know each other better during the last operation in Tazhai and exchanged phone numbers.

"Hello, this is Sima Shenhe."

"Comrade Shenhe, do you still remember me?" Qi Tongwei said with a smile.

There was a pause of a few seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by a tentative question: "Vice Governor Qi of Handong?"

"It's me, but Comrade Shenhe, you're being too polite."

"Oh, my bad, my bad, Comrade Tongwei, why are you calling me all of a sudden? What case is it?" Sima Shenhe perked up and listened carefully.

Damn it, we can't let it be like last time. There was a big case, and he, the local department head, only found out about it later.

"There's a counterfeit goods seller from our Handong area who's moved to your Baiyun district. Let me talk to them on your behalf."

After a pause, Qi Tongwei emphasized, "This matter is being personally overseen by Li Dakang, a member of the Standing Committee of our province and the Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee, and it also involves a member of the Standing Committee of Jingzhou City."

"Is that all?"

"That's all."

Sima Shenhe was speechless. For such a small matter, why would you, the director, call me, the director? A subordinate could have just sent a fax and approved it directly.

"Alright, Comrade Tongwei, have the Jingzhou Municipal Bureau contact the Provincial Department Office directly. I'll put in a good word."

"Okay, thank you, Comrade Shenhe." Qi Tongwei put a checkmark on the document.

"We're all comrades, but Comrade Tongwei, if there's any big case in the future, you'd better think of your brother here. Last time, your Handong made a fool of itself in front of me, and I got a lot of scolding." Sima Shenhe said with a resentful tone.

"Haha, definitely, definitely."

White clouds.

A private kitchen restaurant.

After hanging up the phone, Sima Shenhe put down his phone, got up, and went back to his room.

Inside, Nie Mingyu and Gu Wangbei were chatting and laughing. Seeing him return, they immediately asked, "Director Sima, what was Director Qi from Handong doing on the phone?"

"It's nothing serious."

Sima Shenhe shook his head, pulled out a chair and sat down, lit a cigarette and said, "It seems that a counterfeit goods seller in Handong sold his goods to a Standing Committee member in Jingzhou. Li Dakang contacted Qi Tongwei and applied for an off-site investigation and arrest."

"hehe,"

Gu Wangbei smiled dismissively upon hearing this and flicked his cigarette ash.

"I told you, when it comes to these people's own problems, they're in a rush to solve them. Would Li Dakang be in such a hurry if it were just a few ordinary people?"

"Sima, if you ask me, just put on a show and let them do whatever they want. It would be best to drag it out a bit longer."

He hadn't forgotten how things had gone terribly wrong in Handong, so it would be good to vent his anger by causing some trouble.

"That won't do."

Sima Shenhe refused outright, saying without room for argument: "Young Master Gu, don't you know that Qi Tongwei is going to join the ministry at the end of the year? If you ruin his plans, you'll ruin mine. As the director, I'll be receiving his business guidance. If he's unhappy, he can just say a few words to Minister Zhou. My little temple can't be touched by a big shot like that."

"Such a small matter shouldn't be worth making a fuss about, right?"

Gu Wangbei frowned, his expression turning unpleasant. "Am I really that shameless?"

"For major issues, it might not be necessary to make such a fuss, but for minor issues, sometimes it is."

Sima Shenhe seemed oblivious to the other person's expression and continued, "If the Handong Provincial Department had extended the invitation directly, I would have had a million reasons to do so. But since he called personally, if I were to sabotage him, that would be disrespectful."

"Unless, Young Master Gu, speaks up for me then?"

"Then let's do it his way." Gu Wangbei waved his hand impatiently.

whispering sound!

Sima Shenhe sneered inwardly, thinking, "I thought you were so capable that you dared to order me around."

If it weren't for the Gu family behind you, would you have been able to invite me here today?

"Alright, Wang Bei, Director Sima is just following the rules. What are you meddling in for?"

Nie Mingyu calmly smoothed things over, even while eating, he wore black sunglasses. "Director Sima, come, have some food."

"Come."

Sima Shenhe would certainly give this man face, of course, also because of his father.

Although the Gu family is more powerful, how much can Gu Wangbei borrow?

In some people's eyes, he was still just an illegitimate son who couldn't be brought into the public eye.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Sima Shenhe put down his chopsticks, glanced at his watch, wiped his mouth, and lit a cigarette.

"Young Master Nie, Young Master Gu, did you call me here today just to fill my stomach?"

"Hehe, Director Sima, what do you think of today's food?"

Nie Mingyu didn't answer, but instead asked a question.

"The taste is pretty good. After all, it's a high-end private kitchen. I don't usually eat there often. I prefer the meals served at the restaurant, but when I get home, I eat my wife's cooking," Sima Shenhe said casually.

"It's my fault. I heard that Director Sima likes seaweed and egg drop soup. I forgot to order it this time. I'll remember next time."

"I wouldn't dare do it again. Even this time, I'll pay my share later; after all, one shouldn't accept undeserved rewards, Young Master Nie!"

Sima Shenhe raised the cigarette in his hand.

The time it takes to smoke a cigarette can pass in the blink of an eye. If I don't say anything now, I'm leaving.

"Sigh, I said I'd treat you to this meal, how could I let Director Sima pay?"

Nie Mingyu took out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in front of him. "This is from home. I like to smoke cigars. Director Sima, have a taste."

Sima Shenhe's expression changed, and he squinted, saying, "I'm afraid I'm not used to it. I usually smoke Governor Ding's cigarettes."

"Give it a try, maybe you'll be satisfied?"

Nie Mingyu finally took off his sunglasses and looked at him with deep eyes. "Speaking of which, there is indeed a small matter that I called Director Sima over today."

"I would like to hear the details."

Sima Shenhe perked up.

"Wang Bei, why don't you talk to Director Sima about this?"

"OK."

Gu Wangbei began, "It's like this, three years ago, there was a doctor surnamed Yang at the First Hospital who was sentenced to life imprisonment. Director Sima should remember him, right?"

A doctor surnamed Yang?

Sima Shenhe thought for a moment, then frowned and asked, "That guy named Yang Jinshui?"

"That's right. To be honest, our company has a project that was previously handled by Dr. Yang's student. However, he suddenly fell seriously ill and passed away despite all efforts to save him. We are missing a set of key data, so we wanted to ask Dr. Yang for help. But we have applied several times and have not been granted permission. That's why we would like to ask Director Sima for a favor and ask him to speak up."

"Speak up?"

Sima Shenhe's expression changed, and he slammed his hand on the table, saying sternly, "Do you know what crime he committed? He illegally used patients' bodies for research. If it weren't for his past contributions, he would have been sentenced to death!"