Announced at the same time as the notice from the Food Safety Bureau, there was also a suspension investigation order against Director Zhao from the Beijing Supervision Bureau.
It's just that this news was hidden under the Qin family, and the attention was not very high.
Director Zhao slept at home and was taken away by the disciplinary department of the Jiangzhou Military Region.
"Why are you arresting me! Wang Junan, you have gone too far! I am not under the control of your military region!"
It is a trivial matter to temporarily bow down in terms of connections, but for him to be pulled out of the bed before he even put on his clothes for a dignified bureau chief, it is a great shame and humiliation!
Director Zhao was shaking with fat, his face was red, and he glared at Wang Junan fiercely.
"Look at what I'm doing, you think I'm ignoring you."
As he spoke, Wang Junan took out the arrest warrant and waved it in front of him, "Did you see it? It was an internal investigation order specially approved by the Beijing Supervision Bureau."
Looking at the huge red official seal with black characters on the white paper, Director Zhao's face suddenly turned pale.
"Impossible! I'm going to be an official in the capital next year. How come they suddenly suspended me? It must be to scare me..."
He looked dazed and his legs were weak. He could no longer struggle. The soldiers held him up and threw him into the pickup truck.
"Tsk, idiot."
Wang Jun'an received the arrest warrant and murmured sarcastically: "If you offend someone you shouldn't offend, the person named Zhao will have no chance of an official career in this life."
Director Zhao, who had no idea about this, calmed down after getting in the car. Perhaps his psychological suggestion worked, and he showed off now.
"What are you looking at! You'd better be polite to me!"
"I just went to the capital on a business trip to give an explanation to the public. I will be back soon!"
He also glared at Wang Junan, "You're using the military district to suppress me, right? Just wait, I can't do anything to you now. When I take office, you will be the first one to do it!"
On the way to the military area, Director Zhao never stopped talking.
But no one paid attention to him in the car. He was sandwiched between two burly soldiers on the left and right, holding submachine guns in their hands and saying nothing.
After a long time, Director Zhao felt bored and muttered a few words in a low voice before shutting up.
He thought the suspension was temporary and the investigation order was just a cover.
However, after a week in the detention room, the results of his investigation in Beijing were officially announced.
In addition to removing Director Zhao from all positions, he must also confiscate all his illegal gains over the years and file a lawsuit with the Beijing Court.
At this point, Director Zhao has no chance of turning around.
Prison is inevitable.
As for whether he can come out of prison intact, it's hard to say.
"Damn it, what's going on with those old guys? They don't even give you face, dad!"
Chen Xingzhou rushed into the study angrily and placed a pile of information in front of Chen Mao.
Ten days ago, the Beijing Military Region finally released Chen Mao.
The chores in Bianzhou were as Chen Ming expected and did not pose much of a threat to him.
But the period of detention was enough for Chen Mao to lose face in the capital.
"Have you searched for everyone above?"
Chen Mao didn't read the information and squinted his eyes as if he was taking a rest.
The Beijing Military Region is ostensibly under the jurisdiction of the central government, but both sides are civil and military, and their finances are managed separately.
Therefore, it is more like two equal systems that have nothing to do with each other.
However, the central government has greater authority in terms of personnel deployment and disciplinary supervision.
"Yes, the old guys who have connections with our legion all said they would stay home for the holidays and do nothing. There were a few others I went to see and they all said they wanted to make an appointment."
"Damn, it's clear that I just don't want to take care of this matter," Chen Xingzhou spat, "Zhao Fengming can't get it back this time. I originally wanted to pull him from Jiangzhou next year so that he can take up the position of the Standing Committee."
"It's so unsatisfactory. Last month, I asked him to keep a low profile and not cause trouble. He just needs to survive half a year."
"He goes crazy if he doesn't look at him even a little bit. Is it because the seawater from Jiangzhou pours into his brain?"
Chen Xingzhou was furious.
"Those bad old men are too lazy to do anything. It's just a trivial matter, and it doesn't have a bad impact. Is it necessary to be so lenient?"
"How many of those who have reached this position have really clean hands?"
Chen Xingzhou didn't understand the central government's approach and insisted on cutting off Zhao Fengming, which would be of no benefit.
"Could it be that we are too powerful and want to restrict it?"
After thinking for a long time, Chen Xingzhou spoke hesitantly.
Zhao Fengming is Director Zhao, and he is also a chess piece that the Chen family has cultivated outside for a long time.
This person is a little greedy, but he knows the current affairs well.
Chen Mao had been on the line with Zhao Fengming five or six years ago and had been training him as a secret agent, waiting for an opportunity to bring him back.
Unexpectedly, the last kick missed.
"Huh, mud can't hold up a wall."
"The old guys in the central government are beating us up. Whatever, they're not too important anyways. Just replace them."
Chen Mao sneered, opened his eyes and glanced at the documents on the table. All of them were money collected by Zhao Fengming when he was in power.
Some are given by companies, and some are given by subordinates for social entertainment.
The number is not much, but it is enough to serve a sentence of three to four years.
"This chess piece can't be used," Chen Mao took out the information and threw it into the shredder at hand, "But how could he be related to the Qin family?"
"Well, in the final analysis, Zhao Fengming's nephew has a bad mind."
Chen Xingzhou became even more angry when he mentioned this, "That little fat guy insisted on teaming up with Qin Peng to steal Qin Yanyu's business, but Wang Jun'an interfered with it."
"Dad, what do you think Wang Jun is planning? He has nothing to do with the Qin family."
The Qin family's influence in Jiangzhou has spread to the capital, and because Chen Ming is the son-in-law of the president of the Qin family, the Chen family knows them better.
"Wang Jun'an used to be a subordinate of General Han, have you forgotten?"
Chen Mao opened his eyelids and glanced at Chen Xingzhou, "How many times have I told you, don't be so careless as your brother."
After being criticized, Chen Xingzhou didn't dare to bite his tongue and complied.
"Let's continue the arrangements and don't let Chen Ming survive in Jiangzhou."
"Haijiao Pavilion urges them again and tells them that I can't wait any longer."
At the same time, Ye Hongzhi was waiting for Chen Ming in the underground parking lot.
"The Central Committee has said hello, and Zhao Fengming will not be given a chance to stand up."
He sat in the driver's seat and spoke in a very soft voice, "Chen Mao suffered a bad loss this time. He will probably find an opportunity to get revenge."
"fine."
Chen Ming didn't care, "Zhao Fengming is just one of thousands of chess pieces to him. He keeps an eye on some military areas and doesn't let people from the capital get into Jiangzhou."
"good."
Two simple sentences determine the future situation of Jiangzhou.
In the Yinlong Club, Qin Peng and Dadu almost started fighting.
"What the hell! If it weren't for helping you, would my uncle be able to go in? Why the hell are you telling me now that it has nothing to do with you?!"
"Crash!"
The pot-bellied man's eyes were red, and he slapped all the glasses on the coffee table to the ground, smashing them into pieces.
"You were the one who insisted on getting involved, do you blame me?!"
