Nominal: The Handong Game, the Energy System's Counterattack

Seeing Zhao Dehan's suddenly cold tone, Cheng Du's smile froze for a moment.

However, he quickly regained his composure: "Secretary Zhao, please speak."

"How much do you know about the Dafeng Factory?"

Upon hearing Zhao Dehan mention Dafeng Factory, Cheng Du's expression clearly changed.

He didn't expect Zhao Dehan to ask this so directly, especially as the very first question in their private conversation.

He instinctively wanted to say that he didn't know much about Dafeng Factory, but he swallowed the words back.

Because Zhao Dehan's eyes were too sharp, with that penetrating insight honed through his experience in large ministries and government agencies.

There was also the pressure from the superiors, who were at the provincial level, making Cheng Du feel that his thoughts were laid bare.

"Secretary Zhao, I do know something about the Dafeng Factory."

He carefully chose his words, saying, "This situation is quite complicated, involving many historical issues, and it can't be explained in a short time."

"No rush, go ahead," Zhao Dehan said, leaning back into the sofa, looking ready to listen to a long explanation.

Cheng Du took a deep breath and began to recount the situation at Dafeng Factory.

He spoke very logically, starting with the restructuring of Dafeng Factory.

The story goes all the way up to the establishment of the factory protection team, how they forged fortifications, dug trenches, set up roadblocks, and prepared to use force to protect the Dafeng Factory.

However, he kept this in mind, and he actually investigated it in secret.

The factory's security team also had homemade guns and some controlled knives.

What worries Cheng Du the most is that the Dafeng factory has more than 20 tons of gasoline stored in it.

However, this matter was too big, and he dared not speak until he knew Zhao Dehan's attitude.

Zhao Dehan listened attentively, nodding occasionally, as if he were listening to an ordinary report.

But after Cheng Du finished speaking, Zhao Dehan suddenly asked a question that made Cheng Du's expression change instantly.

"Director Cheng, to whom did you report the matter of the Dafeng Factory security team?"

Cheng Du paused for a moment, then said, "I have reported this to Director Zhao Donglai of the Municipal Bureau."

"What did Director Zhao say?"

"Director Zhao said... I should observe the situation first and not escalate the conflict."

When Cheng Du said this, his tone was somewhat unnatural.

Zhao Dehan gently tapped the armrest of the sofa, his gaze towards Cheng Du somewhat strange. "Director Zhao Donglai..."

Cheng Du opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Zhao Dehan didn't give him a chance and continued, "Let me ask you again, the Dafeng Factory security team dug trenches and set up roadblocks around the factory area."

"Does this obstruct public transportation and public safety?"

"Are they patrolling the factory area armed, or even carrying homemade guns? Are you clear about these details?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chengdu's forehead.

Of course he knew; he knew it better than anyone else.

But he couldn't handle it, nor did he dare to.

Because behind Dafeng Factory stands Chen Yanshi, whose son Chen Hai works in the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Provincial Procuratorate.

Chen Hai also became close to Zhao Donglai, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)

Even Chen Yanshi himself, Du Cheng dared not offend.

Chen Yanshi was a retired deputy chief prosecutor of the provincial procuratorate, and he could directly call Gao Yuliang, the full-time deputy secretary of the municipal party committee and secretary of the political and legal committee.

He knew that Dafeng Factory posed a great threat, but even as a deputy director-level branch bureau chief, many people in the branch bureau did not listen to him.

Where did he get the audacity to mess with Dafeng Factory?

Chen Yanshi has repeatedly said in public that the matter of Dafeng Factory should be handled with caution to avoid escalating the conflict.

He is the primary person responsible for the problems at Dafeng Factory.

Therefore, he had no choice but to report it, but Zhao Donglai from the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau had a very good relationship with Chen Hai.

Because of Chen Yanshi and Chen Hai, Zhao Donglai had been turning a blind eye to the affairs of Dafeng Factory.

As a branch office director caught in the middle, what can he do?

Seeing Cheng Du's embarrassed state, Zhao Dehan softened his tone: "Director Cheng, I didn't come to you today to interrogate you."

"I know you're in a difficult position, facing pressure from above and the masses below."

"It's really difficult for a branch office director like you to handle such a big matter."

"I've come today to have a casual chat with you."

"You should know that I'm new to Guangming District and not familiar with the area yet."

"I'm looking for you because I want to know about the security situation in Guangming District."

"Let's see if we can cooperate better in the future to improve public security in Guangming District."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Du breathed a long sigh of relief.

He immediately took out the report materials he had prepared in advance and gave a brief report on his work.

After finishing his report, he wiped the sweat from his brow and tentatively asked, "Secretary Zhao, do you have any instructions?"

Zhao Dehan barely listened to Cheng Du's work report.

Even after he finished his report, Zhao Dehan was still gently patting the armrest of the sofa.

The office fell silent as Cheng Du looked at Zhao Dehan, whose honest smile had completely vanished.

Somewhat nervously, he sat down and had just picked up his teacup when Zhao Dehan's voice rang out.

"You have experience in criminal investigation. I heard you're skilled in tracking and wiretapping, and also have good photography skills?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Du, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up in a panic.

Ignoring his somewhat erratic behavior, Zhao Dehan took out his phone from his pocket, swiped the screen a few times, and then placed it on the coffee table with the screen facing up.

Cheng Du looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Are you familiar with this kind of surveillance equipment?"

The phone screen displays a photo; the content of the photo is simple and obvious.

That's a police listening and surveillance device; it's something that ordinary people can't get their hands on.

However, upon seeing this photo, Cheng Du felt as if the sky were falling.

Because he secretly placed the same device from the photo in Li Dakang's office.

His hands began to tremble, his forehead was covered in even more sweat, and the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat.

He suddenly raised his head, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but his Adam's apple bobbed several times and he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Dehan didn't speak, he just looked at him, his gaze calm and deep.

When Cheng Du met Zhao Dehan's gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine, like prey being stared at by a tiger.

"Secretary Zhao... Secretary Zhao..." Cheng Du finally managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice dry and hoarse like sandpaper, "This..."

"Sit down." Zhao Dehan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

After a few seconds of stiffness, he slowly sat down, placed his hands on his knees, and unconsciously clenched his fists.

"I'm asking you, do you know what this is?"

"I know...I know...I know."

"You know? Then do you know that there seems to be something like this in the office of Li Dakang, the Party Secretary of Jingzhou City..."

With a whoosh, Cheng Du felt his brain buzzing and slumped onto the sofa.

"Director Cheng, you should know that wiretapping leading cadres is a serious violation of discipline and law."

Zhao Dehan's voice was calm, but it was like the whisper of a demon, each word like a nail driven into Cheng Du's heart.

"Moreover, the person you were monitoring was not an ordinary person, but Li Dakang, a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee and the Municipal Party Secretary."

"You should know better than me what the consequences would be if this were exposed."

Cheng Du's face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Of course he knew what the consequences would be.

At best, they will be dismissed from their posts or expelled from the Party; at worst, they will be held criminally liable and imprisoned.

He worked in the public security system for twenty years, and it wasn't easy for him to get to where he is today.

He didn't want to ruin himself because of these things.

But he couldn't afford to offend Zhao Ruilong; that person's background was too powerful.

The other party overstepped their bounds; his actions were nothing in their eyes.

He had worked hard to get close to them, and now that they were asking him to do this, how could he dare to refuse?