Official Career Storm

Jiang Sheng's head was buzzing, very confused.

Arrested?

By whom?

Who dared to arrest them?

Zheng Bihui explained the course of events to him.

Upon hearing that these two had clashed with a senior military officer, Jiang Sheng's heart trembled.

"Sign the paper and leave Lingjiang."

"I..."

Looking at the termination contract in front of him, Jiang Sheng's mind was unable to think.

"Mayor Zheng, this matter..."

"Sign the paper and it will be over."

"Yes, yes, I'll sign right away."

He grabbed a pen and quickly signed his name.

"You can leave now."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Sheng came out of the City Government and stood in the parking lot, smoking two cigarettes in a row to calm down.

The incident happened too suddenly for him to process.

He never imagined that such a thing would happen that night.

Amidst the tension, he also felt a sense of relief.

Luckily, he didn't follow them at that time.

Otherwise, he would have been arrested too.

He got into the car and called his father.

Such a major incident was beyond his ability to resolve.

"Hello, Dad..."

Jiang Xiuwen frowned upon hearing this.

He did not blame his son, as it wasn't really Jiang Sheng's fault.

It was those two who were reckless and impulsive.

The relocation issue originally had nothing to do with them, yet they insisted on getting involved.

"Urge Lingjiang City Government to return the money quickly."

"Once the money is returned, pay the bank immediately. Return to the Provincial City now, let Zhao Ji handle the matters."

This time, Da Yuan Real Estate suffered a huge loss.

Terminating the loan contract early incurs penalty fees.

Including interest, this loss could be over a hundred million.

Moreover, it implicated the sons of two provincial high officials who got arrested.

He would have to apologize in person afterward to mend the relationship.

Jiang Xiuwen felt uneasy.

Initially thought this project would pave the way for his son, but didn't anticipate this outcome.

...

Early March, Monday.

All the termination contracts were processed, and Lingjiang finance returned the already received land auction funds, and the National Assets Bureau reclaimed the land.

Qu Xiangru had friendly and frank communication with the military, and the nature of the case was basically determined.

The so-called foreign interference was pure nonsense; it was just collusion between rogue policemen and temporary workers from the demolition team, evicting residents.

The military proposed two demands: first, to protect the legal rights of retired veterans, and second, to penalize the responsible parties.

Lingjiang Municipal Committee required law enforcement to severely penalize those involved, with no leniency upon verification. Those who should be arrested will be arrested, those who should be dismissed will be dismissed, those who should be punished will be punished, and no room shall be left for any dark forces in Lingjiang.

Unreported content included all developers in Fengmen Building area being cleared.

Fengmen Building project will be overseen by Wu Qiangwei, the dedicated Deputy Secretary of the City Committee, with a re-tender.

Demolition price will be evaluated by a third-party company under committee supervision, strictly prohibiting house ticket schemes as compensation.

This was the greatest concession Lingjiang could offer, showing immense sincerity.

If the two old senior commanders were still dissatisfied, there wouldn't be much they could do.

Luckily, after reading this report, the two old commanders didn't pound the table again.

This matter seemed to pass with mere thrills.

Military District.

Pei Rongguang and Chen Songbai stood in the parking lot, shaking hands with Zhong Aimin: "Old leader, upon returning, I'll immediately report your situation to the higher-ups. The organization will definitely give you an explanation for what you lost over the years!"

Zhong Aimin smiled calmly: "No need for an explanation, this is my own choice. You should go back; if you have time, come over. If not, it's alright."

Chen Songbai, having stayed in Lingjiang for three to four days, had a lot of pending work that needed to be moved forward, so he had to leave.

After giving Zhong Aimin a firm handshake, he got into the car.

Pei Rongguang, already retired, had fewer matters, but due to the significant incident, his son constantly urged him, and his grandchildren frequently called, asking him to return home.

"Old Zhong, I'll send someone to pick you up to Jinling after a while; let's go burn some paper for old comrades."

Zhong Aimin initially wanted to refuse, but upon hearing the latter part, he nodded: "Okay."

After Pei Rongguang left, Commander Ma personally drove Zhong Aimin back to Fengmen Building.

...

Military District, in the dormitory.

Bam!

The door was opened, and Li Qingtang, curled up at the foot of the bed, disheveled and dirty, trembled and slowly raised his head from the bed.

Looking at the soldier approaching, his eyes were full of fear.

Who knows what kind of torment he had been subjected to over the past few days.

Every day, these soldiers would drag him out for a lesson.

These soldiers struck with precision; the pain affected his body but never injured internal organs.

Over the course of several days, their bodies and spirits were greatly tormented.

Seeing soldiers in camouflage, he nearly developed a stress response.

"Don't, don't come here."

He shrank into the corner.

The soldier snorted disdainfully, "Come out."

After waiting for a while and seeing the soldier didn't intend to use force, Li Qingtang slowly got out of bed, stooping his back, following behind.

After stepping out of the dormitory, the temperature dropped sharply, and Li Qingtang tightly wrapped himself in clothes.

After a moment, he saw Ji Lin being brought out as well.

Ji Lin was in no better condition, his handsome face now blue and swollen, looking more like a beggar than a beggar.

Brother Tyrant, Director Yan, those junior policemen, were all brought out.

Each more miserable than the last.

The soldiers brought a pile of clothes and phones, tossing them onto the ground.

"Put them on."

They numbly dressed up and then followed the soldiers all the way to the parking lot.

Upon seeing several police cars parked in the lot, fear surged within them.

They guessed that the higher-ups had come to a decision regarding their fate.

Click.

A car door of one police vehicle was opened, and Li Qingtang and Ji Lin saw a familiar figure.

It's Song Guanchao!

Song Guanchao got out of the car, walked over to Commander Ma, and said, "Thanks for the trouble, Commander Ma."

Commander Ma handed over a document, "The people are now handed over to the police, sign please."

Song Guanchao signed his name, glanced over a few people, and smiled, turning to say, "Put handcuffs on them."

The police stepped forward, taking out handcuffs, and cuffed them.

Seeing the handcuffs on their wrists, their emotions nearly broke down.

Li Qingtang couldn't help but say, "Song Guanchao, you know who I am..."

"Shut up!" Song Guanchao suddenly shouted, "Do you still wish to stay here? If you want to stay, I can decide to keep you here!"

Li Qingtang's voice was abruptly cut off.

Of course, he didn't want to stay.

But...

"You two, get in this car." Song Guanchao pointed to the police vehicle he was in.

The two got into the car, while Brother Tyrant, Director Yan, and others were put in another police vehicle.

Once the vehicle left the military district, Ji Lin asked, "Secretary Song, how will they handle us?"

He was still relatively calm.

Moreover, he could tell some situations.

Song Guanchao was the City Committee's secretary, and he was present for the handover today, indicating that the City Government entrusted the matter to the Municipal Committee.

No matter his opinion of Song Guanchao, under such circumstances, he had to submit.

Song Guanchao smiled at them, saying, "Mr. Ji, don't be too nervous, you're fine."

Then he looked at Li Qingtang, "But Mr. Li isn't so lucky."