Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

In less than ten minutes, the road was completely cleared. Heavy trucks roared in again, driving into the construction site in a long procession.

Sitting in the car, Shen Yan's face turned pale.

"President... this... this is outrageous! This is simply the behavior of the underworld! Zhao Lichun is condoning his subordinates' disregard for human life!" Shen Yan clenched his fists in anger.

Lin Yang sat in the back seat, coldly watching the man in the leather jacket direct the vehicles into the field.

"Who's that guy in the leather jacket?" Lin Yang asked.

"According to our previous covert investigation, this man is named Ding Dashan. He was promoted by Zhao Lichun after he arrived in Handong and is now the captain of the security brigade of the Jingzhou Security Bureau." He Yuzhu immediately reported the error. "Nominally, he is a security brigade captain, but in reality, he is Zhao Lichun's private thugs used to deal with local clan forces."

Lin Yang leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He quickly assessed Zhao Lichun's approach in his mind.

In a place like Handong, if you try to reason with those stubborn people and follow procedures, a coal chemical project can drag on for three to five years without ever being implemented. Zhao Lichun used magic to defeat magic, and even more ruthless violence to crush the obstacles of local forces. From the perspective of advancing the project, this was the most efficient approach.

But he crossed the line.

When the blade of power loses its sheath of law, it will sooner or later turn against the one wielding it.

"Go to the Jingzhou General Administration Building." Lin Yang slowly opened his eyes, the temperature in his eyes had dropped to freezing point. "I want to see how this local tyrant of Handong plans to put on this show."

Nine o'clock in the morning, at the Jingzhou General Administration office building.

The building was renovated a few years ago and is magnificent. The marble steps are spotless, and the security guards standing at the entrance have solemn expressions.

Lin Yang and his group did not drive those conspicuous cars, but instead switched to two ordinary jeeps and parked them on the tree-lined road not far from the building.

Lin Yang pushed open the car door and strode towards the building.

He Yuzhu and Shen Yan followed closely behind.

The security personnel at the entrance saw three strangers without any identification trying to enter and immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"Stop! What are you doing? Did you make an appointment?" the security guard said sternly.

He Yuzhu didn't even look at him directly, and strode forward.

He didn't draw his gun or use force; he simply pulled a black badge out of his pocket and flashed it in front of the security personnel.

The dark gold badge on the cover of the document, along with the large characters "Special Supervision Department of Core Security Bureau" below, instantly caused the security personnel's pupils to contract sharply.

In this era, this level of certification meant having the absolute privilege of acting first and asking for permission anywhere.

The security personnel's legs went weak, and they instinctively stood at attention and saluted. Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads. They didn't dare ask another question and immediately stepped aside to let them pass.

Lin Yang stepped onto the stairs expressionlessly and entered the spacious hall.

Inside the headquarters building, the atmosphere was unusually busy and oppressive. Staff members moving about in the corridors walked with deliberately quiet footsteps, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

Lin Yang did not linger on the first floor, but went straight to the private elevator.

"Which floor is Zhao Lichun's office on?" Lin Yang asked.

"The top floor, the eighth floor. The entire half-floor is his office area," Shen Yan replied immediately.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a deafening roar pierced through the heavy mahogany doors and echoed through the empty corridor.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

"I approved 50 million yuan in special funds for you to demolish those unfinished buildings in the south of the city and build a supporting logistics park! It's been two months, and you can't even handle a few holdout residents?!"

This is Zhao Lichun's voice.

The political secretary who used to be subservient to Lin Yang and always suppressed his emotions now spoke with an arrogant and domineering tone.

Lin Yang did not pause at all. He stepped on the thick carpet and arrived at the door with the sign that read "Office of the Executive Deputy Chief".

The door was ajar.

Through the crack in the door, Lin Yang saw the scene inside.

The luxury of this office is astonishing. The floor is covered with pure imported Persian carpets, the walls are adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and behind the large desk, there is even a complete set of priceless Phoebe zhennan wood tea set.

Zhao Lichun, wearing a perfectly tailored custom-made shirt and holding a thick Cuban cigar, stood in front of his desk, pointing at a row of middle-aged officials and cursing loudly.

Those officials, some of whom were deputy managers of Jingzhou, and others who were the heads of the Housing and Construction Bureau, all looked like schoolchildren who had made a mistake, with their heads down and not daring to breathe loudly.

"Let me tell you! In Jingzhou, my word is law! If those unfinished buildings are still standing by dawn tomorrow, you lot will take off your hats and go downstairs to clean the toilets!"

Zhao Lichun took a deep drag on his cigar and blew thick smoke into the faces of the officials, his eyes revealing an arrogant disdain for the world.

boom!

The half-closed mahogany door was suddenly pushed open by a strong, large hand.

The two large doors slammed heavily against the wall with a deafening thud that could stop a heart.

Everyone in the office was startled.

The officials who had been scolded turned around angrily, wanting to see which fool dared to provoke Zhao Lichun at this time.

Zhao Lichun was also furious. He slammed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, ready to explode.

But when his gaze fell upon the man standing at the door, wearing a black jacket, with his hands behind his back, as immovable as an iron tower.

The anger, arrogance, and overbearing attitude on Zhao Lichun's face completely crumbled in less than a fraction of a second!

Instead, there was a deep-seated fear.

It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained in that instant; his face turned deathly pale, and even his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

"President... President..."

Zhao Lichun's voice was dry and hoarse, with a barely perceptible sob in it.

Those officials who had been cursing inwardly just moments before were terrified when they heard the word "Chairman" and saw Zhao Lichun's ghost-like expression.

There is only one person in the whole world who could scare this "living Yama" of Handong to this extent!

That is Lin Yang, the legendary figure who holds the power of life and death over the entire continent's economy and is the supreme strategist of the Modern Reform and Development Committee!

Lin Yang remained silent.

He strode into the luxurious office.

His leather shoes made no sound as they stepped on the Persian carpet, but the overwhelming, iron-blooded pressure made everyone present feel breathless, as if a huge boulder was pressing on their chest.