Because of the wide range of involvement and the sensitive identity, and the fact that the Qinghua Factory case had not yet been heard in court, Fan Heng'an's death caused an uproar in Qingzhou. Xu Fuyan was discussing certain precautions for the establishment of Qingtou with Wen Huaiming at the time. Upon hearing the news, he became furious and immediately suspended Lin Zhen, Zeng Yinquan and other relevant persons and awaited further action. At the same time, he ordered the Municipal Public Security Bureau, led by Liu Tianlai, to conduct a thorough investigation of the matter.
After three days of investigation, the Municipal Bureau submitted an investigation report, which basically confirmed that this was a sudden and accidental incident. First, after interrogation, Zhao Jianjun's roommates, Daqian Ya and Lao Mentou, confessed that Zhao Jianjun's mood had been unstable and he had abnormal behavior in the past few days because the second trial upheld the original death sentence; second, Zhao Jianjun had a bad reputation and no one dared to provoke him in the detention center. Fan Hengan had just arrived and beat and scolded him for a small collision. It was not surprising that Zhao Jianjun had an extreme reaction; third, the weapon Zhao Jianjun held was a toothbrush he used daily. According to Daqian Ya's confession, he had sharpened the end when he first entered the detention center a month ago, and often used it to abuse his roommates, and it was not deliberately made against anyone; fourth, Zhao Jianjun and Fan Hengan had never met before, and had no business or personal dealings, so there was no way or possibility for them to have a grudge; fifth...
The report was extremely detailed, with confessions from fellow inmates and eyewitness records. Combined with the identities and backgrounds of Zhao Jianjun and Fan Hengan, the conclusion that the incident was an accidental incident was basically impeccable. After reviewing it, Xu Fuyan gave instructions and agreed to close the case. The next day, the Municipal Party Committee held an enlarged executive meeting. At the meeting, Xu Fuyan severely criticized the public officials for neglecting their duties and the loopholes in rules and regulations exposed in this incident, and publicly criticized Lin Zhen by name, saying that he "failed to respond and was at a loss as to what to do." His words were merciless.
These eight words quickly spread in the Qingzhou officialdom, and some people with good intentions gave Lin Zhen a nickname "Wax Gun Director". What is a wax gun? A silver wax gun head, good looking but useless! Lin Zhen no longer had the face to stay in Qingzhou, and after reporting to the Provincial Public Security Bureau for approval, he returned to Guanshan in disgrace. His original plan to serve in Qingzhou for a period of time with a high-ranking position as a director, and then be promoted to the captain of the provincial department's economic investigation team, was thus ruined.
At the level of deputy director, gains and losses, honor and disgrace are not just a matter for one person. Lin Zhen not only lost the best chance of promotion in his life, but also lost the support and support of those who were optimistic about him. Everyone can see that if nothing unexpected happens, this once promising political star will inevitably be silent for a long time in the future. But at least he is still young, and whether he can make a comeback is still uncertain!
The day of his departure was cold and deserted. Xu Fuyan was angry that he had caused such a big mess for him, so he was naturally in no mood to hold a farewell ceremony. Following the example of his superiors, no one dared to join in the fun. So when Lin Zhen got on the car and left, he almost vomited blood. Compared with the scenery when he first arrived in Qingzhou a year ago, this scene made him feel desolate.
Looking back at the ups and downs during this period, I once thought that I had taken full initiative and defeated my opponents one by one, but I didn't expect that I would lose everything in the last round, and even paid back the money I put in with interest.
Why is this happening
Lin Zhen is still confused. Clearly many things happened within just two or three months, but when he looked closely, it felt as if ten or a hundred years had passed. The truth was hidden in the fog, and nothing could be seen clearly!
He could never have imagined that the cause of all this bad luck was the price he paid for an insignificant little girl that night in Yuxiang Garden!
Just after leaving Qingzhou, a black Mercedes-Benz was parked on the side of the road, and next to the Mercedes-Benz stood Cat Girl, who was also wearing a black dress. She greeted Lin Zhen who was walking towards the car park, handed him a gold card, and said with a smile: "Director Lin, I am grateful for your care in Qingzhou. This is a small gift from Cat Girl. It is not a compliment."
When Lin Zhen was successful, he was able to call the wind and rain, and there were always people around him who fawned on him. However, after the ups and downs of his official career and when he fell into disgrace, only a woman whom he had never looked up to came to see him off. It really shows that the world is fickle and only the person himself knows its warmth and coldness.
Lin Zhen knew that this was just a trick used by Dandelion to win people over, but he was still very moved. He took the card and said, "Not for this little thing, but for your kindness. When I, Lin Zhen, turn over a new leaf, come to Guanshan to find me if you have any problems."
Cat Girl's eyes, which were always misty, showed no emotion at all. She nodded and smiled, "I am very grateful to Director Lin for what he said."
"No problem!" Lin Zhen waved his hand, turned around and got into the car to leave, and suddenly said, "The water in Dandelion is too deep. If you have another way, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible."
Looking at the dust raised by the car as it left, the cat girl's eyes finally showed a little bit of movement, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips:
Get out? My heart is dead, what difference does it make whether I get out or not
On a small hill not far from Lin Zhen and Mao Niang, Wen Liang and An Baoqing stood on the top of the hill, watching the two leave one after another. An Baoqing asked in confusion, "Mr. Wen, why did you insist on asking me to tell Mao Niang to send Lin Zhen off? It's already a great mercy not to step on a stray dog, why do we need to be so respectful?"
"You should think long-term when doing things!" Wen Liang's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and he said, "In the past 20 years, the Lin family has produced seven bureau chiefs, three deputy bureau chiefs, and a mayor of a prefecture-level city. For example, there is currently a deputy governor in office in Suhai Province. The departments they are entrenched in are all key institutions such as the Public Security Bureau, Transportation Bureau, Land Taxation Bureau, and Planning Commission. They are deeply rooted and have flourished. Not to mention other relatives and families, just Lin Zhen's family, from his father to his three brothers, are all the top leaders of various bureaus and committees at the prefecture and city levels."
He picked up a stone with his foot and kicked it far away, laughing: "Have you heard a famous joke in Guanshan officialdom? Someone called Lin Zhen's house and said he wanted to see Director Lin. The person who answered the phone was Lin Zhen's retired father, who asked calmly, 'Which Director Lin are you looking for?' The man was stunned for a long time before quickly saying, 'Looking for Director Lin Rui Lin' - Lin Rui, Lin Zhen's elder brother, the current Director of the Guanshan City Transportation Bureau."
An Baoqing seemed to understand a little bit, and asked: "Are you saying that Lin Zhen can get up again?"
"Whether he can get up or not depends on the current situation, luck, and whether he can be helped!" Wen Liang pointed at the Mercedes-Benz that was heading in another direction and said, "Of course, we have no problem with that, but for her, it's a piece of cake to make a good relationship with her now. Leaving this way will give her a place to turn to for help if something happens in the future."
An Baoqing's heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head and complimented, "With Young Master Wen here, there won't be such a day."
Wen Liang chuckled and said, "Brother Jiu, I'll tell you the truth. I'm helping Cat Lady today to thank her for helping me that night at Dandelion, and also for your sake. You don't have to explain. I have no right to ask about your relationship with Cat Lady, nor do I have the interest to know. But you just need to remember one thing: I am me, and Dandelion is Dandelion!"
An Baoqing finally gave up the idea of giving Cat Lady an extra layer of insurance, and said in a deep voice: "I remember it!" He paused, took out a stack of photos from behind, and said with a smile: "Now I understand why Wen Shao let the tiger go back to the mountain. It turns out that Lin Zhen has such a strong backstage that even if the photos are leaked, it will not cause any substantial harm to him."
Wen Liang took the photo and flipped through it. Even he didn't expect that Fan Mingzhu, who took off all her clothes, had such a good figure. Although the camera of this era doesn't have to have too high expectations in terms of pixels, this guy who took the photo secretly is obviously a master. The angle and field of view are all just right. The faces of the people in the photo are clearly visible, and the two white bodies are photographed to look like erotic art photos. What a talent!
"Tiger? Just a dog... I left the photos not because I was afraid they would be useless to Lin Zhen. On the contrary, it is precisely because these photos are too destructive that using them to beat up a fallen dog would be a waste of talent. You know the sword of Damocles, hanging over your head, the most powerful threat is the threat of collapse... With it, we might as well pray that the day when Lin Zhen makes a comeback is not too far away..."
The wind blew from the desolate wilderness. An Baoqing remembered what Wen Liang had said just now, "Think long-term when doing things," and his attitude became more respectful. Wen Liang's mind was really hard to figure out. Every step he took seemed unintentional, but in fact he was planning far ahead, able to advance and retreat, and bend and stretch. If it were him, after such a feud with Lin Zhen, wouldn't he have thrown out all the photos and ruined this guy's reputation
But Wenliang was able to endure the momentary pleasure in order to plan for the future. His insight and character were far beyond An Baoqing's understanding, so naturally he was even more loyal to him.
When he returned home from the suburbs, he saw Wen Huaiming sitting in the living room as soon as he pushed the door open. In the old Wen family, the saying "No one knows a son better than his father" should actually be read the other way around. Wen Liang knew exactly what he was up to, and he waited until the dust settled before asking. It must be said that Secretary-General Wen already had the calm demeanor that is necessary for a superior.
"Dad, are you not busy today? I haven't seen you for three or four days..."
Wen Huaiming stood up and held his shoulders, asked him to sit on the sofa, and then personally poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Wen Liang was startled, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Dad, ask me anything you want, I will tell the truth."
Wen Huaiming stared at Wen Liang for a while and said, "Okay! Let me ask you, when Qingtou was founded, you said you would give me a big gift. What did you mean?"
"Nothing, I was just kidding."
"Then let me ask you again, the murder of Fan Hengan, does it have anything to do with...with..." Wen Huaiming's voice trembled slightly, and he asked, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Wen Huaiming's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he wanted to pierce into Wen Liang's heart to find out the truth. Wen Liang looked back at him, his eyes bright as usual, and said decisively: "No!"