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

Sun Liancheng was deeply moved that his work had received direct praise and support from a provincial party committee member like Zhou Chuyi for the first time.

Sun Liancheng's eyes were a little red, his lips moved, and he said, "Thank you, Governor Zhou," his voice choked with emotion.

When Zhou Chuyi turned to the city, his expression became noticeably more serious.

Cheng Du immediately straightened his back, placed his hands under the table, and his posture changed from relaxed to tense.

"Director Cheng." Zhou Chuyi's tone was flat, but every word carried weight.

"You've worked in the public security system for over twenty years; that's no easy feat."

"Police work is very demanding, especially at the grassroots level. It is risky, stressful, and carries great responsibility."

"Since you're here today, I'd like to hear your opinion on the security situation in Guangming District."

Seeing that Zhou Chuyi didn't mention those things, Cheng Du breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on the prepared materials, I reported on the stability and security situation in Guangming District.

After listening to Cheng Du's report, Zhou Chuyi did not express any opinion.

After a moment, he glanced at the three of them and spoke softly.

"Since all three of you are here, I have something to ask about the Bright District."

He nodded nervously, his voice slightly strained: "Governor Zhou, please go ahead."

Zhou Chuyi waved, and Xiaolin took out a folder and handed it to Zhou Chuyi.

After taking the folder, Zhou Chuyi did not open it immediately, but placed it on the coffee table first.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put the cup down.

He glanced at the three of them, opened the folder, pulled out a brown paper envelope, took out several photos, and spread them out on the table.

"All three of you, look around, where are we?"

Zhao Dehan, Sun Liancheng, and Cheng Du all leaned over at the same time.

"Of the three of you, one is in charge of the overall work of Guangming District, one is in charge of government affairs and people's livelihood projects, and the other is in charge of maintaining public security and stability in the district."

"Take a look at these photos and tell me, what place is this?"

Zhao Dehan lowered his head and glanced calmly at the photo, already understanding the situation, and quietly awaited what would happen next.

Sun Liancheng bent down to take a closer look and immediately recognized the scene in the photo.

It was the Dafeng Garment Factory area within the jurisdiction of Guangming District. My heart sank slightly as I sensed that something was amiss.

The moment Cheng Du's eyes fell on the photo, his whole body stiffened instantly, his heart clenched, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

When Zhou Chuyi took out the photo, his expression was very serious.

The photos above show rusty, layered barbed wire.

It was a well-maintained trench several meters deep;

A simple yet practical watchtower;

There were also many people holding steel pipes, wooden sticks and other tools in front of and behind the wall.

The following photos were taken from the air, from a high altitude, and the scenes in the pictures made the three people's expressions instantly serious.

The first photo is a panoramic view of a factory area.

The factory area is surrounded by dense barbed wire and roadblocks made of sandbags.

A deep trench was dug in front of the factory gate, with only a narrow wooden plank laid across it for people to pass through.

The second photo is a close-up of the factory area, where several workers in overalls can be clearly seen patrolling the factory area.

They were carrying sticks, and some even had homemade hunting rifles slung over their shoulders!

The last photo, taken from the air, shows several cylindrical oil storage tanks!

Cheng Du's legs went weak and trembled slightly, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was filled with panic and fear.

He forcefully suppressed the trembling in his body, gritted his teeth, straightened his posture, and stood up abruptly, his body tense and at attention.

He saluted Zhou Chuyi solemnly, his voice carrying an undisguised tension and hoarseness.

"Reporting to Governor Zhou! The photo was taken at the factory premises of the Handong Dafeng Garment Group, located within the jurisdiction of my Guangming District!"

The moment the words fell.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slam on the table suddenly broke the deathly silence of the office.

Zhou Chuyi slammed his hand on the table, causing the air in the entire office to tremble.

The gentleness on his face vanished completely, replaced by a sudden, cold expression.

At that moment, everyone felt the majesty and thunderous aura of the provincial-level official.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, locking onto the target directly, and his voice was powerful and resounding.

Are you aware of the situation at Dafeng Factory?

Sun Liancheng and Cheng Du were startled by Zhou Chuyi.

"Governor Zhou...we are aware of the situation at Dafeng Factory."

Sun Liancheng lowered his head and replied, "But..."

"Known about it? Explain this to me. Jingzhou, the capital of Handong Province, Guangming District, the core area of ​​Jingzhou."

"Is there no liberation here?"

"Is someone planning to carve out their own territory?"

He pointed to the photos on the table: "Let me tell you again, those oil storage tanks aren't empty!!"

"According to reliable sources, there are at least twenty-five tons of gasoline stored there, twenty-five tons!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the office except Cheng Du almost gasped in shock.

Sun Liancheng's body went limp, and he collapsed into the chair, staring at Cheng Du in disbelief.

Cheng Du's face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands were clenched tightly as he forced himself to stand there.

"Two...two...twenty-five tons, gasoline?" Sun Liancheng was speechless.

"Director Cheng!" Zhou Chuyi's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a steel needle that had been tempered, so frightening that Cheng Du didn't dare to breathe.

"You are the director of the Guangming District Public Security Bureau, and Dafeng Factory is under your jurisdiction."

"At the Dafeng Factory site, 25 tons of gasoline were illegally stockpiled, and large defensive trenches were dug manually and barbed wire barriers were erected."

"Unauthorized construction of anti-tank impact protection devices."

"They illegally manufactured homemade guns and controlled weapons, illegally formed a large-scale factory protection team, and have been holding long-term standoffs, closing off the factory area, and resisting law enforcement!"

"Such a large-scale, high-risk illegal fortification, stockpiling of dangerous materials, and organization of confrontational forces."

"This constitutes a serious violation of public safety, disrupts social order, and obstructs law enforcement!"

"Chengdu, you are the director of the Guangming District Public Security Bureau. Were you aware of such a serious security risk and stability crisis occurring in your jurisdiction?!"

Zhou Chuyi's thunderous questioning made the air in the entire office stagnant, and the friendly atmosphere just moments before vanished without a trace.

Cheng Du's face instantly turned deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He dared not conceal anything and immediately bowed his head to report.

"Reporting to Governor Zhou! I know! I know everything about the Dafeng Factory!"

Wow, good heavens, Zhao Dehan's gaze towards Cheng Du was a little off.

He thought he had Chengdu completely under his control and that Chengdu wouldn't hide anything from him, but he never expected that Chengdu wouldn't mention such a big thing.

More than 20 tons of gasoline—if something really happens, he, the Party Secretary of Guangming District, will be in serious trouble.

Doesn't that mean I'm already in danger of losing my job as soon as I arrive in Guangming District?

It seems I'll need to give this person a good talking-to when I get back.