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They were still in the largest prefabricated house on the construction site, but they were much more well-behaved now. Their tendency to cause trouble had faded; they just numbly signed the endless documents every day, then waited for meals.

At this moment, Guo Xiaojun walked into Chen Pingfang's office with a smile on his face.

"Director, the preliminary design plan for the drainage system renovation at Sunshine Community has been shown to several of the senior residents who are in charge. They are very happy and have offered several practical suggestions. Now the whole community treats us like family."

Chen Ping nodded, his face expressionless.

He looked out the window at the prefab house where the inspection team was located.

The inspection team has been having a good time these past few days.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all consist of hearty dishes, including braised pork, steamed fish, and pork rib soup, along with fruit and drinks.

Old Li, the canteen manager at the command center, even figured out the preferences of several law enforcement officers, adding spicy chicken to the menu one day and boiled fish the next.

These law enforcement officers went from being wary at the beginning to feeling at ease later, and even started to nitpick about the dishes in private.

"This fish is a little overcooked today."

"Hey Li, could you make some big plate chicken or something tomorrow?"

They seemed to have completely forgotten why they came here.

Although Wang Qiang was seething with anger, he could only acquiesce. His men had lost their spirit and needed some form of appeasement.

Besides, the food was indeed of a high standard; even he himself couldn't find fault with it. He felt that Chen Pingfang had given in, and it was also the last bit of face the inspection team had to show.

Four days passed like this.

On the fourth day at noon, the inspection team members were eating, their mouths covered in oil, when the door of the prefab house was pushed open.

Chen Pingfang, accompanied by his assistant, walked in unhurriedly.

He wore a calm smile, his eyes sweeping over the dishes on the table before glancing at the group of law enforcement officers who were enjoying their meal.

The previously noisy room instantly fell silent.

Everyone stopped eating and looked at Chen Pingfang warily. Even the aroma of the food seemed to have changed.

Chen Ping didn't say anything, but walked straight to Wang Qiang's dining table, gently pulled something out of a folder in his hand, and placed it on the table.

It was a printed list.

"Director Wang, everyone has worked hard these past few days." Chen Pingfang's tone was very polite. "This is the logistical support expense list provided by the command center for the inspection team, totaling 32,600 yuan. Please take a look."

Wang Qiang and the surrounding law enforcement officers were all stunned.

Thirty-two thousand six hundred yuan.

They stared at the bill, the amount accurate to the yuan, and were all stunned. The chopsticks holding the braised pork froze in mid-air.

A meal, a bottle of water—everything was calculated so precisely. Everyone felt a jolt of unease.

"Chen Pingfang, what do you mean by this?" Wang Qiang's face darkened, and he slammed his chopsticks on the table.

Chen Ping ignored his anger and pulled out another document from the folder. It was also a copy, but the red text at the top was particularly eye-catching: "Notice on Further Regulating the Standards for Official Receptions and Clean Government Canteens".

An official document issued by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Chen Ping gently tapped a line of text on the document with his finger.

"Director Wang, according to the city's regulations, the meal allowance for receiving inspection personnel is eighty yuan per person per day. As you have seen, our allowance these past few days has been seriously exceeded."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present.

Chen Pingfang's tone became serious, and his gaze sharpened: "According to the spirit of the Discipline Inspection Commission's document, this constitutes accepting excessive hospitality from the inspected unit, which is a disguised form of banquet."

"Director Wang, look," he raised his head, calmly looking at Wang Qiang, whose face was already turning pale, "should we report this matter, or handle it internally?"

The inspection team members started talking about it.

A disguised banquet.

This responsibility is too heavy. They are just grassroots law enforcement officers following orders; none of them can afford to bear it.

At best, it will result in a company-wide reprimand, ruining any chance of year-end performance evaluations or awards. At worst, it will lead to disciplinary action, potentially impacting one's work performance.

Everyone looked at Wang Qiang, their eyes filled with resentment and fear.

They finally realized that the meals they had been given over the past few days were a trap.

Wang Qiang's hand, gripping the chopsticks, began to tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to argue, to lash out, but found himself speechless, stifled by the written rules. He was the one who had tacitly allowed his subordinates to enjoy all of this; he was the one primarily responsible.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, onto his chin, and dripped onto the braised pork in front of him.

Just as Wang Qiang was wondering what to do, Chen Pingfang's voice rang out again, carrying a sense of understanding.

"There's another way."

His tone softened, and he pointed Wang Qiang in the right direction.

"Since the joint inspection team is here to provide on-site guidance for our project, they have certainly contributed their hard work to the project's construction. I suggest that everyone participate in the daily management of our construction site as volunteers for supervising civilized construction. This way, the meal expenses can be recorded as labor subsidies, which is reasonable and in accordance with regulations."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Pingfang's assistant, Guo Xiaojun, walked in carrying a stack of safety helmets and a stack of red armbands with the word "volunteer" printed on them.

Wang Qiang stared intently at the safety helmet and red armband in front of him. To him, this was a great humiliation.

Why should someone as high-ranking as the director of the Municipal Safety Supervision Bureau be a volunteer at a construction site?

But compared to being investigated by the disciplinary committee, this humiliation is nothing.

He had no choice.

Under the expectant gaze of his subordinates, Wang Qiang felt as if his back teeth were about to shatter. He forced out a few words, one by one, through gritted teeth:

"Okay...we'll...cooperate."

The next day, a scene unfolded at the Jinshuiwan project construction site.

Wang Qiang, director of the Municipal Safety Supervision Bureau, wearing a safety helmet and a red armband, was awkwardly directing a cement truck to reverse with a dark expression.

Not far away, several section chiefs from the Environmental Protection Bureau, each with a long-handled tong, were bending over, picking up cigarette butts and scraps of paper on the lawn.

Meanwhile, several senior experts from the Construction Committee were assigned to the tea pavilion, where they were responsible for distributing mung bean soup and cooling tea to the sweating workers, their faces bearing smiles that were more like cries than tears.

This joint inspection team quickly became the construction site's logistics support team within a few days.

The news quickly spread throughout the command center, and the employees looked at the scene outside the window with admiration as they gazed at Chen Ping's office.

Chen Pingfang was still standing in front of the window of his second-floor office.

He looked down at the volunteers and at Wang Qiang's frustrated back, his face expressionless.

He calmly picked up the enamel teacup on the table, gently blew away the floating tea leaves, and took a sip.

If you eat my food, you have to listen to me.

The rule is very simple.