"Director Zhao, the Senate has authorized the formation of a special committee to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the work of all powerful departments, focusing on your Political Security Bureau. What do you think of this?" Pan Pan held the interview book and looked at his desk. The honest Zhao Manxiong in the back.
"I am the Executive Deputy Director." Zhao Manxiong nodded kindly, "Of course we support this with both hands and welcome it wholeheartedly."
"So your department will be fully open to the investigative committee and will hide nothing?"
"The Political Security Bureau has nothing to hide from the elders."
"Are you sure that's the case?"
"Yes, very sure." He looked very calm.
"In that case, how will you ensure that this investigation is thoroughly open and transparent?"
"In order to ensure that this investigation is completely open and transparent, the archives and all offices of the Political Security Bureau will be open to members of the investigative committee. They will be able to access any materials and interview any staff members as long as they follow legal procedures. "Zhao Manxiong leaned back on the chair, folded his hands on his belly, "We will fully cooperate with the investigation. No reservations."
Pan Pan couldn't believe it, because he said it so frankly. Could it be that the fat man had another plan? Cheng Yongxin had talked to her many times about the political security bureau's dirty materials. She had always been eager for this "big news" comparable to the Watergate incident, but she had no idea where to start.
The establishment of an investigative committee specifically targeting the Political Security Bureau made her immediately excited. Although he did not become an investigative committee member in the lottery, as an important cadre of the publicity mouth, he obtained the right to interview the entire process.
The black material must have been hidden or destroyed, so the fat man was so calm. Pan Pan was a little disappointed. She decided to go straight to the point:
"According to some news channels: the Political Security Administration has been illegally collecting personal black materials of senators. Do you have any comment on this?"
"This is naturally nonsense. The Political Security Bureau has always insisted on serving the Senate and the people, and serving the entire cause of the Senate. Any slander on our work is despicable. We reserve the right to pursue legal action against this rumor that power."
Standard official answer, flawless. Pan Pan put away his notebook. "Thank you for the interview."
"Where, where." Zhao Manxiong stood up and said goodbye, "Good go."
Watching her close the office door, Zhao Manxiong picked up the phone and said, "Please come to me from all the division chiefs."
"Okay. Comrades, the investigation committee is coming to our place." Zhao Manxiong looked at the division directors sitting at the desk, "I won't say anything more. Don't have any resistance. Smile, yes, smile..."
"This job can't be done anymore." Zhou Botao muttered. "We, the Political Security Bureau, have absolutely no power. We have to notify the police for assistance in any larger operations. We don't even have the power of our own to take action. If something goes wrong, we will take the blame..."
"We, the Political Security Bureau, are busy working to death. No one can see the results, and the blame is there for all to see. No wonder Lao Zhou would rather work as a printer and part-time as a policeman than come to our place."
Wu Mu also had an attack: "To talk about power, bullshit, what else do we have here besides feelings? Some people think we are powerful every day, and the division chiefs all over Bairen City are nothing..." He said in this investigation Bear the brunt. When he was attacked with fire, everyone knew he was doomed, and anyone who had an idea came over and stepped on him. For a while, Dugu had already put on the hat of being the second most proposing person.
Zhao Manxiong maintained a gentle smile and listened to the complaints of his subordinates for five minutes: "Comrades, complaining will not solve the problem. You have long known that this is an ideal job. The only thing that can support you is your ideals. . What does the small setback in front of us mean to our ideals? Comrades, we are growing day by day. We are maturing day by day. It is normal for some people to feel afraid, and you must understand it."
Wu Mu asked: "So about the investigation of our work content..."
"Tell them whatever they want to know. Show them whatever they want to see. We have nothing to hide," Zhao Manxiong said. "However, any access to files, copying of materials and conversations must leave relevant written records." Documents, especially conversations, must have audio recordings or transcripts signed and confirmed by all parties to the conversation. Non-members of the investigation team and non-corresponding members are not allowed to conduct cross-scope investigations."
"Understood."
"You all go to work. Keep doing the work in hand." Zhao Manxiong said, "Leave Wu Mu for a while."
"Xiaowu, I've read your examination," Zhao Manxiong took out a document from his desk, "I've made the modifications for you. But my opinion is that you can come down, but don't hand it in."
"Is this okay?" Wu Mu took it hesitantly.
"If the form develops to that point, you can use this to deliver an oral review at the meeting instead of submitting a written draft." Zhao Manxiong said, "The written review must be entered into the archives..."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Zhao Manxiong moved his fat body in the wicker chair, "It's just a verbal review, don't take it seriously..."
"I am fully mentally prepared now..."
"Don't be burdened. You are not proposing alone. Even if it is him, the organization will not give up on him." Zhao Manxiong said, "We have encountered some temporary setbacks now, but only with setbacks can we make progress. No matter where you work , all should remember this.”
"7648, get up!" Following the loud shouts of the jailer and the sound of the iron door opening, Liu Fuqing walked into the corridor of the single cell.
The door of the cell has been opened. It is very clean inside, without the dirty stench of the Ming prison. A relatively young man staggered up from the wooden bed, looked at Liu Fuqing feebly, and whispered: "I'm here to congratulate you."
"Lin Ming, your problem has been clarified." Liu Fuqing said, "You are lucky. You didn't get involved."
Lin Ming was tortured to the point of being tortured day and night. Fortunately, Kunthief's prison was different from the Ming Dynasty. It was clean and there was no abuse by the prison guards. After the interrogation, he was finally allowed to have a good rest for a few days. Only then did he feel relieved. Although he was mentally exhausted at the moment, he still heard the words "You're lucky". He couldn't help but trembled all over. He raised his head and said hesitantly: "You mean..."
"Yes, you're fine, you won't die." Liu Fuqing smiled, "Just follow me."
Lin Ming looked at the sunshine outside the window, almost unable to open his eyes. How many days had it been since he saw the sun? Since his arrest, he has completely lost the concept of time, and all he sees day and night are gas lights that never go out.
Kun Thief's interrogation was an eye-opener for him. Perhaps this word was a bit bitter to use on him. But for the first time, Lin Ming knew that there were interrogations in the world that did not use whips or torture instruments. Although he knew from the screams he accidentally heard that the Kun thief probably had more terrifying torture instruments than the Ming Dynasty, he completely collapsed in the second round of interrogation, which was very unsatisfactory. He vaguely remembered crying so much that he lay on the ground with tears and snot in his eyes, begging the interrogator to let him close his eyes for a while.
What did he confess to? His already confused mind couldn't think of anything at all. He probably told me everything, even how many wives and concubines he had, and the positions they used when having sex on the bed. In order to be able to hit a ton, the thief would ask whatever he wanted.
But why did the thief bring him here now? He probably knew that the rule of law among the Kun thieves was extremely harsh. If he had been part of that mysterious colleague, he would have either been hanged by now or suffered in that frightening hard labor field, slowly "working himself to death." .
Since he has nothing to do with the case, he can probably escape this terrible ending. However, as a member of the Jin Yiwei, I changed my name and sneaked into Lingao, so I might not be able to get through that easily.
I wonder how my sister-in-law is doing now...
Just when he was thinking wildly, the door opened, and a young man walked in. Lin Ming stood up as if he was radiant.
"Take a seat." The visitor was young but not very handsome. "I am the director of the Ming Dynasty Division of the Foreign Intelligence Service: Li Yan."
Lin Ming nodded mechanically. He had no idea what these titles meant.
"As a member of the Ming Dynasty Jinyi Guards, you changed your appearance and sneaked into Lingao. You should know what this behavior is called."
"Yes," Lin Ming said politely, "Chief, I have no ill intentions toward the Senate at all. I came purely to find Li Yongxun."
"If you have taken on a mission, do you think you can still sit and talk to me like this?" The director of the Ming Dynasty sneered, "Lin Baihu, it seems that you are not satisfied with the situation you have fallen into today. I still feel very aggrieved.”
"No, no, I'm not wronged," Lin Ming said quickly, lowering his head, "I brought the blame on myself..."
Li Yan took out a box of cigarettes: "Smoke one?"
Lin Ming was not in the habit of smoking cigarettes, but out of courtesy, he stretched out his trembling hand to take it. Li Yan struck a match and lit it for him. Lin Ming was surprised and quickly put the cigarette up. .
The smoke was pungent and bitter, and Lin Ming felt like he was choking. Li Yan smiled and said, "How about it? I'm not used to it."
"Yes, yes, I didn't smoke much in the Ming Dynasty. Smoking was banned by the imperial court..."
"This is not the place of the imperial court, you can feel free to smoke," Li Yan said, looking at the haggard man in front of him, with a gray complexion and about to collapse at the slightest wind. He still married five wives like this. ? Are you still planning on your sister-in-law? If the information Liu San had not provided proved this, he would have thought that Lin Ming was bragging. (To be continued.
