Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Provincial Party Committee Compound, Conference Room No. 1.

Staff are conducting final checks.

The placement of the teacups, the volume of the microphone, and even the angle at which the chair was pulled out were all precisely measured.

This was not a regular meeting.

Everyone knows that a fierce, bloodless battle is about to unfold in this room today.

It's ten minutes to nine.

The Standing Committee members entered the meeting room one after another.

My old colleagues, who usually exchange pleasantries when we meet, are unusually silent today.

It's just a nod, which is considered a greeting.

Zhu Jichang, secretary of the Lüzhou Municipal Party Committee, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Zhou Guichun, secretary of the Lincheng Municipal Party Committee.

The two exchanged a glance.

Zhu Jichang lowered his voice: "Old Zhou, did you receive a phone call last night...?"

Zhou Guichun unscrewed the cap of the pen in his hand and then put it back on: "I know what I'm doing."

Zhu Jichang smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "That's good. Some people are overreaching; they should be chopped off."

A series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Li Dakang walked in with a dark expression.

He threw his notebook on the table, making a loud noise that drew the attention of several staff members.

Li Dakang didn't care. He loosened his tie and muttered, "All this fuss is a waste of time."

He had just sat down when Gao Yuliang strolled in, carrying his iconic thermos.

"Secretary Dakang, you're getting quite angry."

Gao Yuliang sat down opposite Li Dakang with a smile, unscrewed the lid of his cup, and blew on the steam.

Li Dakang snorted: "Secretary Yuliang, you're the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, you're a very busy person. How come you have so much free time to hold this kind of theoretical meeting?"

Gao Yuliang took a sip of water and adjusted his glasses: "Organizational activities are also part of the work. Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood."

Li Dakang rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Subsequently, Governor Liu Changchun and Discipline Inspection Commission Secretary Tian Guofu walked in one after the other.

The two of them had calm expressions, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Liu Changchun nodded to Gao Yuliang as a greeting, then went straight to his seat.

Tian Guofu, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, the contents of which were unknown.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The conference room door was pushed open by two staff members.

Provincial Party Secretary Zhao Lichun strode in, surrounded by a group of people.

The previously noisy meeting room immediately fell silent.

Everyone straightened their backs.

Zhao Lichun remained expressionless, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire room.

He walked to the head of the table, rested his hands on the edge of the table, and did not sit down immediately.

His gaze lingered on each person's face for two seconds.

Finally, his gaze settled on the empty seat.

That was a heavy position.

Zhao Lichun's brows furrowed noticeably.

Secretary-General Chen Huai immediately leaned over and whispered, "Secretary, what about Standing Committee Member Shen..."

No explanation needed.

Zhao Lichun waved his hand, interrupting Chen Huai, his voice as cold as if it had been pulled out of an ice cellar.

"Although it's just a democratic life meeting, there still needs to be organizational discipline. No matter who you are, as long as you're in this team, you have to abide by the team's rules."

That's a very strong statement.

The atmosphere in the conference room was so tense it was hard to breathe.

Zhu Jichang and Zhou Guichun exchanged an excited glance.

The gun mount is set up.

Just as Zhao Lichun pulled out a chair to sit down.

At the end of the corridor, a series of rhythmic footsteps could be heard.

"Da, da, da."

Very heavy.

It's very hard.

That was the distinctive sound of standard military boots stepping on a marble floor.

Each strike felt like stepping on everyone's heartbeats.

Zhao Lichun paused for a moment as he sat down.

Everyone's eyes were unconsciously drawn to the doorway.

The door was pushed open again.

There were no accompanying personnel.

There was no secretary to carry my bag.

Shen Zhong walked in alone.

He wasn't wearing his usual black jacket today, but rather a crisp pine-green military uniform.

The gold star on my shoulder was a little dazzling under the light.

The somber, administrative atmosphere of the entire conference room was abruptly broken open by this touch of green.

He was like a newly drawn sword, still carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder, plunging straight into this power arena filled with deceit and treachery.

Shen Zhong was holding only a black military notebook.

He ignored the strange looks around him and walked straight to his seat.

Stop.

Turn around.

He gave a standard military salute to Zhao Lichun, who was in the main seat.

His movements were swift and decisive, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Sorry, Secretary Zhao. I had to deal with some military secrets, so I'm two minutes late."

His deep voice was very steady, without a trace of apology.

Zhao Lichun narrowed his eyes, looking at the sharp and ambitious young man in front of him.

That uncomfortable feeling came back.

This is not a report from a subordinate to a superior; it is more like an equal declaration.

"Please sit down."

Zhao Lichun said it casually.

Shen Zhong put his hand down, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

His back was ramrod straight, his hands were flat on his knees, and he looked like a javelin stuck in the chair.

Even when he's sitting, he gives off a dangerous vibe that suggests he could suddenly attack someone at any moment.

Zhao Lichun cleared his throat and turned on the microphone in front of him.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

"The theme of today's meeting is very simple: to make people blush and sweat."

Zhao Lichun looked around, his tone not loud, but he emphasized every word.

"Some comrades may feel that because they are in special positions and have some special power, they can be above the organization."

"This kind of thinking is dangerous."

Zhao Lichun picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and his gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward Shen Zhong.

"We are cadres under the leadership of the Party, and we must follow procedures and rules when doing things."

"Recently, I have heard some feedback."

"It is said that some people have brought their individualistic heroism into their work, creating independent kingdoms and one-man rule."

"even……"

Zhao Lichun slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

It made a crisp sound.

"They even acted without consulting anyone, treating serious legal procedures like a joke!"

"What kind of behavior is this?"

"This is a complete lack of organization and discipline!"

The entire conference room was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Zhu Jichang sat up straight, his hand resting on the materials in front of him, ready to fire at any moment.

Gao Yuliang lowered his head, looking at the tea leaves floating in the thermos, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Li Dakang frowned, looking at Zhao Lichun and then at Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong, however, acted as if nothing had happened.

He opened the black notebook, took out his pen, and wrote two lines on the paper.

There was even a faint smile on her face.

Seeing Shen Zhong's unyielding attitude, Zhao Lichun's anger flared even more.

"I think we should start today's meeting with this issue."

Zhao Lichun leaned back in his chair, his gaze like a net, encompassing the entire room.

"Everyone is welcome to speak freely."

"We must be bold enough to stand up against such behavior that undermines unity and disregards procedures."