In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

Lin Zhiyuan did not ride in his own car.

They had their driver, Lao Zhang, drive a domestically produced car with an ordinary Beijing license plate quietly out of the provincial government building.

Li Dakang sat next to Lin Zhiyuan, his expression still somewhat unnatural.

The Party Secretary of Jingzhou City hasn't ridden in such an ordinary car for many years.

"Governor Lin..."

The Guangming Peak project was proposed by Zhao Lichun during his tenure, and he continuously improved and promoted it.

With the approval of the former provincial party secretary, the project was officially approved.

The Guangming Peak project should be his hard work and political achievement, but for some reason, he now feels a strong sense of unease about accompanying Lin Zhiyuan to inspect it.

"Secretary Dakang, don't be nervous."

"Today is not an inspection; it's just the two of us to see for ourselves."

Lin Zhiyuan looked out the window, his tone calm, "Take a look at your Bright Peak project, see what it's really like."

The car traveled west along Jingzhou Avenue, passing through the bustling city center, and gradually entered an area under development. Tower cranes stood tall on both sides of the road, and scaffolding was densely packed everywhere.

A huge "GG" sign hangs above, proclaiming the future new center of Jingzhou.

Li Dakang's expression gradually relaxed.

"Governor Lin, look."

"This area used to be full of old factories and urban villages, dirty and chaotic. Now it's different. Once the Guangmingfeng project is fully completed, this will become the core financial and business district of Jingzhou and even Handong."

Lin Zhiyuan did not respond.

The car suddenly changed direction and headed towards higher ground.

"Gentlemen, we've arrived."

Old Zhang offered a reminder.

His voice was steady, with the characteristic uprightness and conciseness of a soldier.

"Secretary Dakang, let's take a look together."

Lin Zhiyuan had a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck, and he handed one to Li Dakang.

Clearly, this was prepared in advance and not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

An uneasy feeling welled up in Li Dakang's mind again, so intense that it almost became tangible.

Lin Zhiyuan scanned the bustling construction site, his gaze settling on an old, undeveloped factory area.

It was a large red brick factory building, its walls covered with ivy, standing out starkly from the surrounding modern construction site.

The factory gate was tightly closed, but signs of normal construction were clearly visible. Several workers were squatting on the watchtower above the gate, smoking, but their expressions were wary, and they would occasionally look into the distance.

"Secretary Dakang, what place is that?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked.

"That's... Dafeng Garment Factory."

Li Dakang followed his finger and looked in the direction he was pointing. He quickly picked up his binoculars and looked over, his expression changing drastically.

"Dafeng Factory?"

Are there still holdout residents within the planned area of ​​Guangmingfeng who haven't been relocated?

Lin Zhiyuan feigned surprise.

"The situation of this factory is quite complicated. It was originally a state-owned enterprise that was reformed. The boss, Cai Chenggong, and the workers held 51% and 49% of the shares respectively. However, Dafeng Factory also has debts and equity disputes with Shanshui Group."

"However, the court has ruled that they must move out within a specified period."

"A deadline for relocation?"

Lin Zhiyuan scoffed, "The factory gates are tightly shut, the tower has been erected, and operations are proceeding normally. Does this look like they're trying to relocate within a specified timeframe?"

Li Dakang's face flushed red.

He knew about the dispute between Dafeng Factory and Shanshui Group, but after the court's verdict, Ding Yizhen never reported anything about Dafeng Factory to him. He thought it was resolved, but he didn't expect to be caught red-handed by Lin Zhiyuan today.

"Secretary Dakang, take another look inside."

Lin Zhiyuan's voice grew even colder.

"Um?"

Li Dakang's heart trembled violently. He hurriedly raised his binoculars again and looked into the Dafeng Factory. Then, he suddenly lashed out and smashed the binoculars to pieces on the ground. His breathing was heavy and his chest heaving. "Digging trenches, building sandbags, and what's in that iron barrel? Gasoline?"

"Great! Great! That's wonderful!"

"How could I, the Party Secretary of Jingzhou, not know that there was such an armed position within Jingzhou's borders?"

Li Dakang's eyes were bloodshot; he was furious.

He pulled out his phone from his trousers, ready to drag Ding Yizhen, the commander-in-chief of Guangming Peak, over for a good scolding and, in the meantime, to shift the blame that had fallen into his lap.

Otherwise, if I had been a step too late, I would have had to retire prematurely in Qincheng Prison.

"What's the use of finding Ding Yizhen?"

Lin Zhiyuan stopped Li Dakang, saying, "Who are the deputy commander of the Guangming Peak project and the director of the Guangming District Public Security Bureau? Have them come over here."

"good!"

Li Dakang was slightly taken aback, then nodded and dialed a number.

"Sun Liancheng, where are you?"

"Get your ass over to Guangming Peak immediately and report for duty. Bring Cheng Du, the head of the Guangming District Public Security Bureau, with you."

Half an hour later.

Sun Liancheng and Cheng Du rushed over.

Sun Liancheng was summoned by Li Dakang with a phone call. He was terrified the whole way, not knowing what had happened, let alone why he had come to him instead of Ding Yizhen when something happened at Guangming Peak.

Could it be that Ding Yizhen is trying to shift the blame?

But it doesn't matter, at worst we can just take the kids to the Children's Palace to see the stars.

But after getting off the bus.

When Sun Liancheng saw Lin Zhiyuan and Li Dakang standing together chatting about something, his legs still went weak, but fortunately Cheng Du helped him up.

"Governor Lin, Secretary Li, please give us your instructions."

Sun Liancheng hurriedly stepped forward.

He was two steps behind and saluted the two men.

"Sun Liancheng, you've come at the perfect time."

"You, the deputy commander of Guangming Peak, come and have a good talk with me and Governor Lin about the Dafeng Factory."

With a dark expression, Li Dakang threw another pair of binoculars over.

"I know a little about this, but I've already reported it to Vice Mayor Ding several times. He said he would handle it, so I..."

"Are you just going to abandon the idea?"

"You just went home after get off work to look at the stars!"

Li Dakang's voice suddenly rose, "Sun Liancheng, how did you become the district head?"

Sun Liancheng dared not speak.

He really did give up.

Ding Yizhen is the vice mayor and secretary of the Guangming District Party Committee, making him his direct superior. Ding Yizhen said he would handle it; what could a mere district head do?

Not to mention the Guangming Peak project, Ding Yizhen has almost completely sidelined him in the district government as well.

Otherwise, as the deputy director-general level district head of Guangming District, how could he have time to receive petitioners every day? Besides, the Dafeng Factory matter is a hot potato; whoever touches it will be in trouble, and he's trying to avoid it as much as possible.

"And you, as the chief of the Guangming District Police Station, do you know this?"

Li Dakang looked at Sun Liancheng, who hadn't uttered a sound after three blows, and then turned his deathly gaze to Cheng Du, who was standing ramrod straight in his police uniform.

"Reporting to Secretary Li and Governor Lin, I understand."

"I reported the armed resistance to demolition at Dafeng Factory to District Chief Sun of the District Government and Director Zhao of the Municipal Bureau on both fronts, but District Chief Sun never gave me a reply, and Director Zhao directly rejected my report."

"Director Zhao means that the workers at Dafeng Factory are justified in protecting their rights. As public servants, we should not forcibly intervene, as this could easily provoke conflict between the municipal government and the people of Jingzhou, which would be detrimental to overall stability."

Cheng Du reported meticulously, but added at the end, "In addition to the oral report, the branch office also keeps written records."

"Zhao Donglai?"

Li Dakang was so angry that he trembled all over.

He suddenly realized that he, the Party Secretary of Jingzhou City, seemed to be being played by his subordinates.

"Governor Lin, I..."

Li Dakang turned to Lin Zhiyuan, his face ashen.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't speak, but took out his phone. "This is Lin Zhiyuan from the Provincial Government. Director Qi requests that you bring a few trustworthy elites from the Provincial Department to Guangming Peak. Please travel in plain clothes and keep quiet."

Does the provincial department need to intervene?

Upon hearing the contents of the call, the atmosphere around Li Dakang became even more tense.

Qi Tongwei's discovery meant that Gao Yuliang's discovery was also a huge blow to his old rival.

Secretary Dakang wants to kill someone!