Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The Provincial Party Committee Building, 16th floor, Conference Room No. 1.

That was the highest point of power in the entire Jiangnan Province.

At this moment, an enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee entitled "Coordinating the Promotion of Party Conduct and Integrity Building and Economic Development Across the Province" is being held here.

The conference room was of extremely high standard. Not only were all members of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee present, but also the top leaders of all prefecture-level cities in the province and the main responsible persons of all provincial departments and bureaus were also in attendance. The air conditioning in the several hundred square meter hall was blasting, but it couldn't dispel the somber and heavy atmosphere.

At the very center of the long, rectangular mahogany conference table, Provincial Party Secretary Chu Tiankuo stood with a somber expression.

To his left, in the position symbolizing the second-highest-ranking official in the provincial party committee, Luo Binwang sat upright.

Today, he had specially changed into a brand-new dark gray Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose gleamed with a warm and refined light under the lamp. If you only looked at his face, no one would have guessed that this veteran tycoon who had painstakingly built his empire in Jiangnan Province for decades was now a frightened bird.

However, Luo Binwang was still Luo Binwang.

The closer he got to the life-or-death situation, the calmer he became.

It was even more exciting than ever before.

"Comrades!"

Luo Binwang tapped the microphone; his voice was hoarse yet deep, conveying a sense of heartbreaking desolation.

"The recent series of cases in Ningzhou are shocking! Li Jianguo, Wang Dawei... these comrades we once trusted have rotted to this extent right under our noses!"

He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup lid rattle.

"This is a betrayal of the Party! A crime against the people! As the deputy secretary in charge of political and legal affairs, I am heartbroken! I bear responsibility! I am responsible for my oversight!"

Below the stage, hundreds of department-level and bureau-level officials sat upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Everyone knows that the storm in Ningzhou was stirred up by that madman Liu Ming.

But no one expected that Luo Binwang would take the initiative to "criticize himself" at such a time.

This tactic is called "preemptive strike".

As long as he raises his voice high enough, and as long as he acts as if he hates corruption more than anyone else, then this fire won't burn him.

"Therefore, I propose that the Provincial Party Committee immediately establish a special supervisory team to conduct a comprehensive 'look back' at all land approvals and mineral resource integration projects across the province!"

Luo Binwang pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"We must undergo painful but necessary reform! We must be resolute and decisive! We must dig out those treacherous parasites hiding in the shadows, one by one, without any leniency!"

These words were spoken with great passion and fervor.

He spoke with righteous indignation and stern words.

If Liu Ming hadn't been holding that bloodstained list, and if Lin Meina hadn't been sitting in the interrogation chair of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, even Chu Tiankuo would have applauded his superb acting skills.

In the back row of the conference room, Liu Ming sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner.

He looked at the executioner on the stage, who was spouting spittle and spouting righteous indignation, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips.

Luo Binwang, you are indeed a cunning old fox.

Even on the verge of death, he was still using his last bit of power to try to muddy the waters and drag his political enemies down with him.

pity.

You miscalculated something.

This is Jiangnan Province, but I'm the one playing this game now.

……

"Comrade Luo Binwang."

Just as Luo Binwang was about to continue his performance, Chu Tiankuo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, instantly stopping Luo Binwang's endless chatter.

Luo Binwang was taken aback, and looked at Chu Tiankuo with some confusion: "Secretary, what instructions do you have?"

Chu Tiankuo didn't look at him.

He simply turned his head slowly and looked at the tightly closed, heavy mahogany door of the conference room.

"It's not really an instruction."

Chu Tiankuo said calmly, "However, some guests who have come from afar have been waiting for a long time. They have something to say to you."

Luo Binwang's heart skipped a beat.

An unprecedented chill instantly shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Before he could react...

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening roar shattered the false tranquility of the conference room!

The heavy mahogany door was violently pushed open from the outside, slamming heavily against the wall with a terrifying echo.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Hundreds of eyes turned to the doorway.

Under the bright corridor lights, a group of people filed in.

They were all dressed in dark suits, their faces solemn to the point of being cold. The man at the front had gray hair, sharp eyes, and carried a black briefcase.

That's... Wang Qingshan, Deputy Secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection!

Behind him followed four burly young men with sharp eyes.

In that instant, the temperature in the entire conference room seemed to plummet to freezing point.

The aura of "discipline" and ruthlessness that emanated from the capital sent a chill down the spines of all the bigwigs from Jiangnan Province present.

The moment Luo Binwang saw Wang Qingshan, he seemed to be frozen in place, completely immobilized in his chair.

His hand holding the pen began to tremble violently.

The pen nib drew a glaring, twisted line of ink on the snow-white paper.

"Secretary Wang...?" Luo Binwang spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and barely audible. "What...what do you mean by this?"

Wang Qingshan ignored him and didn't even stop walking.

He led his men straight through the long corridor and, under the horrified gazes of the bureau chiefs, walked onto the stage.

He stood before Luo Binwang.

"Luo Binwang".

Wang Qingshan's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable, divinely authoritative sense of judgment.

"I am Wang Qingshan."

"I am hereby formally informing you, having been assigned by the Central Committee."

He pulled a document bearing a bright red seal from his briefcase; every word was like a resounding slap across Luo Binwang's old face.

"According to relevant national laws and regulations, you are suspected of selling out state resources, abusing your power, embezzling huge sums of money, and... premeditated murder, among other serious violations of discipline and law."

"With the approval of the Central Committee, it has been decided to place you under the 'shuanggui' (double regulation) measure."

"Please cooperate."

Dead silence.

The entire auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear the sound of a pin dropping on the ground with perfect clarity.

Those bigwigs who usually wield great power in various cities and departments were now dumbfounded, their shirts soaked with cold sweat.

Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee.

A powerful figure.

He was taken away on the spot during an enlarged meeting of the provincial party committee, in full view of everyone.

This is something that has never happened before in the history of Jiangnan Province!

"No...no..."

Luo Binwang's face, which he had been trying so hard to maintain, finally broke down completely.

His deep eyes were filled with despair.

He looked at the official document, then at the two staff members behind Wang Qingshan holding cold handcuffs.

he knows.

I've come to the end of my own journey.

"Secretary...Secretary Chu..."

Luo Binwang turned his head and looked at Chu Tiankuo; that was his last plea for help.

Chu Tiankuo simply looked at him indifferently, his eyes showing no pity, only a long-suppressed sense of relief.

"Luo Binwang".

Chu Tiankuo spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice.

"Those who commit many unrighteous acts will surely perish."

"You owe the people of Jiangnan Province, you owe those miners who died unjustly, and... you owe the Liu family. It's time to pay back."

"Snap!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the silent hall.

That was the sound of handcuffs locking onto the wrists.

The icy touch finally shattered Luo Binwang's last shred of dignity.

His burly body, as if its bones had been removed, instantly went limp, and he slumped down in the leather chair that had once made him so proud.

His hands flailing about on the conference table where he had personally signed countless "life-or-death orders," but he couldn't grasp anything.

He's finished.

It's completely over.

The hundreds of cadres present watched as this giant, who once held absolute power in Jiangnan Province, was now being dragged out like a dead dog by two young men.

The visual impact of falling from the clouds into the abyss sent shivers down everyone's spine.

The building collapsed in an instant.

And on the edge of that chaotic crowd.

Liu Ming slowly stood up.

He neither cheered nor was he angry.

He simply watched Luo Binwang's disheveled departing figure in silence, and gently exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration accumulated over ten years.

He walked to the window and drew back the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, the entire city of Ningzhou and the whole of Jiangnan Province appeared exceptionally clear and open under the bright sunshine.

"dad."

Liu Ming looked at the horizon and murmured softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"The sky truly brightened that day."

From below the stage, someone started applause, followed by scattered applause, and finally thunderous applause.

That applause was a farewell to the decay of the old era, and a welcome to the iron fist of the new era.

The officialdom of Jiangnan Province has been hit by an unprecedented magnitude 12 earthquake.

And the young man at the epicenter.

He simply lowered his head and straightened his tie.

The tone was calm and normal:

"Director Wang, now that the person has been taken away, it's time for us to begin our next task."