Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

At the same time.

Office of Deputy Secretary Chen in the Municipal Party Committee compound.

Unlike the biting rain outside the Red Star Factory gate, the spacious office was warmly heated, as cozy as spring.

Deputy Secretary Chen, wearing a crisp white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, was leaning back in a large leather armchair.

He picked up the finest bone china teacup on the table and gently stirred the premium Xinyang Maojian tea floating on the surface with the lid.

The tender green tea leaves stood upright in the boiling water, and wisps of steam rose up, blurring the shrewd and calculating eyes behind his glasses.

He slowly sipped his tea.

The slightly bitter and sweet taste melted on his tongue, and Deputy Secretary Chen's brows relaxed in satisfaction as his gaze fell on the official document on the table concerning the reform of the Red Star Machinery Factory.

This game of chess has been completely turned around by today.

As long as Xu Xiangdong successfully brings back those peasants that Li Yuanchao brought back today, and solidifies those shady cases in the security department into ironclad cases, this fire can naturally spread to Li Yuanchao himself.

At that time, under the guise of thoroughly investigating corruption and rectifying work style, we can completely uproot Li Yuanchao's deeply entrenched faction in the city.

With over 10,000 employees at the Red Star Factory, the management team could easily be replaced entirely with Chen Jianguo's people.

Once he's replaced everyone with his own people, he can conveniently put his lazy, troublemaking son into the factory's leadership team to "gild his resume." Whether it's asset restructuring or selling land, as long as it's done under the guise of helping Hongxing Machinery Factory transform, it'll be a dazzling political achievement.

As for Li Yuanchao, who likes to oppose himself at every turn...

Deputy Secretary Chen's lips curled into an undisguised sneer.

Since Li Yuanchao is so fond of foreign trade and talks about the maritime economy all the time, the newly established deputy director position of the "Distant-Water Fisheries and Marine Folk Culture Protection Office" in the city next month would be a good place for him to make the most of his remaining energy.

With this solid track record of achievements as a foundation, and having eliminated his arch-enemies, he can rightfully remove the title of "vice" from his head.

Deputy Secretary Chen put down his teacup, reached for the Parker pen, and prepared to sign his name on the document.

"Ring ring ring—"

The red, secure telephone on the desk suddenly rang shrilly.

Secretary Li, who was sitting in the outer room, quickly pushed open the door and walked in, respectfully picking up the receiver.

"Hello, this is Secretary Chen's office at the Municipal Party Committee."

Xiao Li's tone was just right, neither overly enthusiastic nor lacking in condescending authority.

But only three seconds passed.

The composure on Xiao Li's face vanished instantly, and her originally rosy complexion turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

His hand holding the receiver began to tremble uncontrollably, and he froze on the spot as if he had seen a ghost.

Deputy Secretary Chen frowned slightly.

He put down the lid of the exquisite bone china cup in his hand, bent his index finger and tapped it lightly twice on the mahogany table, his tone revealing an undisguised reprimand: "Xiao Li, what's wrong with you? You're so careless."

Xiao Li trembled all over, looking at him with eyes full of terror, her voice shaking: "Secretary...Secretary..."

"You've been with me for several years now, haven't you? Why do you still act so pathetic when things get tough?"

Deputy Secretary Chen leaned back in his large chair, adopting the demeanor of a former superior, and slowly reprimanded, "With your current level of composure, how can I be at ease sending you down to gain experience?"

Xiao Li swallowed hard, his eyes filled with despair: "I...the Red Star Factory..."

"Alright."

Deputy Secretary Chen raised his hand to interrupt him directly, having no patience to listen to his stammering. His tone was authoritative and commanding: "Be more careful in the future. Give me the phone, I want to hear how Xu Xiangdong is handling things."

Xiao Li walked forward shakily and handed over the hot red receiver with both hands.

Deputy Secretary Chen took the receiver, held it firmly to his ear, and said in a steady and deep voice, "This is Chen Jianguo, speak."

On the other end of the phone came the report from the city bureau's team leader, whose voice was trembling and tearful.

For the first two seconds, Chen Jianguo maintained that composed and strategic demeanor.

But then, his eyebrows shot up sharply, and his face turned ashen.

"What are you guys doing?!"

Chen Jianguo sat bolt upright, his voice rising eight octaves without warning, and his usually steady left hand slammed heavily on the table: "Going to arrest a few people, could that cause such a huge mess? Where's Xu Xiangdong! Tell him to get over here right now and answer the phone! He must take primary responsibility for what happened today!"

A suffocating silence came from the receiver.

Two seconds later, a voice, trembling with sobs, rang out in despair: "Secretary Chen... Director Xu... he can't answer the phone."

"What is he trying to do? He's committed a terrible crime and he still wants to hide?"

Chen Jianguo roared into the microphone in a fit of rage, spitting as he spoke, "Tell him, even the King of Heaven himself can't protect him today!"

"No... Secretary Chen, Director Xu is dead."

The voice on the other end of the phone completely broke down, wailing, "Someone drove a several-ton old Liberation truck into the gate! Director Xu couldn't even dodge... He was right next to the jeep, and he and the truck were crushed into a bloody pulp, completely dead, not even a complete human figure could be pieced together!"

Chen Jianguo's roar was cut off halfway through, as if it had been forcibly sawed off by a rusty iron saw.

His face, which had just displayed the composure and dignity of an old bureaucrat, lost all color at a visible speed, instantly turning a deathly ashen white.

All that haughty demeanor crumbled completely in that instant.

"I...this..."

Chen Jianguo's lips trembled violently, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets.

A strong feeling of dizziness rushed to my head.

A muffled "clang" was heard.

The exquisite bone china teacup beside him was suddenly knocked over by his violently trembling arm.

The scalding hot tea, mixed with premium Xinyang Maojian tea, instantly spilled all over the table, completely soaking the official document he had just been about to sign.

Chen Jianguo, however, was like a puppet without any feeling. His spine seemed to have been drained in an instant, and he slumped heavily back into his large leather executive chair with a "thud".

The red secure telephone receiver slipped from his stiff fingers and slammed onto the table, still carrying intermittent sobs.

He stared intently at the Red Star Factory document on the table, stained black with tea and ink, cold sweat instantly soaking through his neatly pressed white shirt.

What should I do?

Should all the blame be placed on the deceased Xu Xiangdong?

It's hard to deny.

It's impossible to deny it!

In order to completely crush Li Yuanchao before the leadership reshuffle next month, the arrest at the Hongxing Factory was a direct order from Chen Jianguo. It was also his forceful intervention and covert encouragement at the Standing Committee meeting that thwarted the attempts of those two old bastards, Li Yuanchao and Zhou Changhe, to smooth things over.

Five lives.

The city bureau chief was publicly crushed into a pulp, and the perpetrator was shot in the head on the spot.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Li Yuanchao and Zhou Changhe, and even the person standing behind them, will definitely take swift and decisive action, using this bloody pretext to destroy him.

No refunds.

Taking a step back means certain death!

He now has to act swiftly and decisively, cutting off all the fatal clues pointing to him.

He no longer seeks to remove the title of "deputy" and advance further; he only hopes to keep this black pot tightly covered and land on a smoother ground!

He sat bolt upright like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on, and slammed down the internal paging button on the table, his voice terribly hoarse: "Xiao Li! Get in here!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Secretary Li scrambled in, and seeing the mess on the table and Chen Jianguo's ashen and distorted face, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe.

"Where is that little bastard Chen Bin?!"

Chen Jianguo's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Xiao Li, as if he wanted to devour him. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Xiao Li shuddered and stammered, "Bin...Young Master Bin is in the penthouse suite of the International Hotel...playing cards with Young Master Wang, who came from the south for an inspection..."

"Fuck your mother's ass!"

Chen Jianguo grabbed the heavy crystal ashtray from the table and slammed it hard onto the carpet at Xiao Li's feet, making a dull thud.

"What the hell are you doing playing this at this hour?!"

The veins on Chen Jianguo's forehead throbbed like bulging earthworms, and he growled like a wild beast, "Call him right now and tell him to get back here!"

Xiao Li was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground. He nodded repeatedly and tried to run away.

"Wait!"

Just as Xiao Li turned around, Chen Jianguo suddenly called out to him. A chillingly vicious glint flashed across the old bureaucrat's twisted face, and he seemed to instantly fall into an ice cave.

"Don't let him go back to the municipal party committee compound; he'll attract too much attention."

Chen Jianguo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his wildly pounding heart: "Go straight to the suite and tell that little bastard the sky has fallen. Make him immediately take all the desperados he's keeping outside to the basement of the junkyard in the western suburbs and deal with the tailings!"

Xiao Li swallowed hard, his legs went weak like noodles, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Secretary...Secretary? You mean..."

"Do I need to say it again?"

Chen Jianguo gripped the mahogany table tightly with both hands, his old eyes, bloodshot from head to toe, fixed on Xiao Li's face.

Xiao Li suddenly shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

He didn't even dare to look at Chen Jianguo again. He nodded frantically like he was pounding garlic, scrambled to his feet, staggered out of the messy office, and slammed the heavy mahogany door shut behind him.