Lin Liwen was unable to take Yang Chang and the others with him. He felt ashamed when he returned to Guanshan. He told the Buddha that he was powerless and took the group to various provinces in the south to relax in the name of investigation and exchange. The Buddha then realized that Qingzhou was not an easy place to break through. He also lost contact with Yang Chang and the others. After thinking it over again and again, he sent his people away and went to the manor on the outskirts of Guanshan, which was surrounded by green mountains and mist.
Five years ago, he fought alone with a knife and risked his life on the street. He seemed to be very powerful and happy, but in fact, he was drifting and his future was uncertain. Any person who had a say could easily kill him.
Five years later, he had transformed himself into an influential local tyrant in Guanshan. Everyone was afraid of him and called him "Master Buddha" instead of just his real name. He led an extravagant life and associated with the rich and powerful. Countless people later on worshipped him as an idol and envied him.
But no one knows that no matter the evil eyes of Shura in the past or the compassionate face of Buddha today, he is ultimately just a puppet who is unable to control his own destiny. Facing that man, a small finger can wipe him out like an ant.
There is a Buddhist Lotus Mountain on the outskirts of Guanshan, named after the mountain peaks that resemble a lotus seat. Three years ago, a real estate company under the name of Baoji Trading of Buddha broke ground and built a private manor called "Mingzhuang" on the mountain. The manor is not open to the public, and only dozens of people are qualified to enter. It is the most mysterious and eye-catching place in Guanshan and even Jiangdong.
We walked along the wide mountain road to the entrance of the manor. The heavy iron gate slowly opened, and the silver Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit, which was very famous in Guanshan, instantly disappeared into the world on the other side of the door. At the moment when the door opened and closed, we could see a blue bronze statue of Acala standing at the entrance of the road that spread into the forest. The Acala had one face and two arms, with hair hanging down and shawls, frowning and wide-eyed, with an angry face. He wore a slanting top and a skirt. He held a wisdom sword in his right hand and a vajra rope in his left hand. He stood in the flames of wisdom in the posture of a boy. It was very lifelike and obviously the work of a famous artist.
This Ming Manor is actually the Acala Manor!
At the same time as Master Fo entered Mingzhuang, there was a major development in Qingzhou. Yan Fuqiu, the general manager of Xinhua Bookstore who had been missing for two days, surrendered himself to the police. Based on the clues he provided, Qingzhou City, led by Liu Tianlai, selected key personnel from the industrial and commercial, cultural, public security and other departments, and rushed to a village adjacent to the border of Qingzhou and Lingyang to stake out. Then they called the Lingyang City Anti-Pornography and Anti-Illegal Publications Office. After emergency coordination, Zuo Jing personally ordered the Lingyang Anti-Illegal Publications Office to actively cooperate with Qingzhou's work.
Multiple departments in the two places launched a joint operation and found a hidden printing and binding factory in the village. It looked ordinary from the outside, but once you entered the factory, you would be shocked. Three first-class Heidelberg four-color large-scale printing machines were constantly spitting out the papers, and the huge roar was deafening. Dozens of workers rushed to bind the papers overnight. The piles of "China Can Say No" stared at the law enforcement officers who rushed in, as if mocking them for coming too early.
The operation ended successfully at three o'clock in the morning. A total of 600,000 pirated books were confiscated, three new Heidelberg printing presses, ten Dongfeng trucks for transporting goods, and seven people were arrested. The total amount involved was more than 9 million yuan (the printing presses were 80% new and priced at about 2 million yuan each). The results were fruitful.
Mr. Buddha was awakened from his sleep by the ringing of the phone at the bedside. A moment later, the phone broke into pieces!
Immediately afterwards, Xu Fuyan’s private phone rang all night long.
Wen Liang did not sleep all night. After receiving Liu Tianlai's call, he immediately called Ning Xi. He knew that Guanshan's counterattack would be swift and violent. Arresting Juanmao and others was just a small matter. After all, Qingpi was sent to the police station just like going home for a trip. It didn't matter if he stayed there for a few days. Confiscating 300,000 pirated books from Xinhua Bookstore was not worth mentioning. The books were sold and the money was received. If something went wrong, it was your own problem. Pirates were not insurance companies and would not be responsible for your whole life.
Only closing down Lingyang's printing factory would touch the bottom line of Lord Buddha. If Lord Buddha gets angry, blood will splatter within five steps. But if the young master behind him also gets angry, Xu Fuyan may not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, Wen Liang prepared for a rainy day. Whether he could win this round depended on who could race against time and seize the fleeting opportunity!
The next morning, before the overwhelming pressure could hit Qingzhou, an influential newspaper in Beijing published a report on the front page titled "China Can Say No: The War on Piracy". While media nationwide were reporting on how popular the book was, few people paid attention to the ensuing piracy problem. As a result, the article sparked heated public debate as soon as it was published, especially as the article mentioned that millions of pirated copies were seized in Qingzhou and Lingyang alone, which was truly shocking.
Xu Fuyan was so overwhelmed by the intercessions from all levels that he almost didn't sleep well all night. He really didn't know who was behind the Buddha, or there were only a few people in Jiangdong who knew this. If Ning Xi's identity was not different, she would not have been able to figure out the relationship between the Buddha and that person in such a short time.
So when Lin Liwen came to ask for someone, Xu Fuyan didn't take him seriously, and Lin Liwen returned in disgrace; Xu Fuyan didn't take the Buddha seriously either, so the printing factory was investigated. But I didn't expect that this time I finally poked a hornet's nest. Although I'm not afraid of being stung by thousands of bees, I'm also very annoyed when I hear the buzzing sound.
So when Wen Huaiming came in with the newspaper, Xu Fuyan's headache had obviously improved. After a moment's thought, he said, "Why are they all in the Beijing newspaper?"
"Oh, that's it," Wen Huaiming explained hurriedly, "I've learned about it. A reporter from this newspaper happened to be in Lingyang last night. I don't know who leaked the news, and he actually followed the Lingyang action team to the scene. We thought it was the other side's man, and the other side thought it was our man, so he took advantage of the loophole. I have asked the propaganda department to call the newspaper and they must severely punish this reporter..."
Xu Fuyan waved his hand and said, "As for the uncrowned kings, it is their duty to report the truth. We just need to do our own job and not be afraid of what others write. Besides, this is also a positive report. We should not appear to be stingy and let the Propaganda Department thank us and forget about the punishment. By the way, Huai Ming, you keep an eye on the family. I have to go to Guanshan."
He shook the newspaper and said with a smile, "With this, it will be easier to talk to Secretary Peidong."
Wen Huaiming also smiled. Yu Peidong was fond of reputation and paid particular attention to publicity. Everyone in Jiangdong's officialdom knew this. When he left the secretary's office, Wen Huaiming felt a few drops of sweat dripping down his forehead. He went to a place where no one was around and called Wen Liang on his mobile phone. He scolded him and said, "Do you know how dangerous this is? Once Xu Fuyan finds out, neither you nor I can stay in Qingzhou?"
Wen Liang took a risky move this time and almost played Xu Fuyan into a trance. Wen Huaiming was not aware of it beforehand, but he could not bear to watch his son do this, so he had to try his best to keep the two of them in step, filling in the vacancies in the Municipal Party Committee and appeasing Xu Fuyan, which made him very annoyed.
Wen Liang complained: "I didn't know that the power behind the Buddha was so great. Besides, if I hadn't come up with this method to help Xu Fuyan, he might still be hiding in the office crying now..."
"Okay," Wen Huaiming said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I see you've been too idle lately. Is it your place to get involved in piracy? The Anti-Illegal Office has been established for a long time, but piracy is increasing. This is a national problem. Can you solve it alone?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Dad, I'm not that great. I don't care about other people's books, but this book was written by me, your son! If I don't crack down on piracy, how can I make money? If I don't make money, how can I get promoted for you? If I don't get promoted for you, how can I support you in your old age... Dad, Dad, are you listening?"
Wen Huaiming was completely stunned when he heard the three words "I wrote it". He knew about the business that Wen Liang did in Qingzhou, and he also knew that he had made many friends from all walks of life. He also knew that this son had become elusive to him since some time ago. But he never expected that "China Can Say No", which has been popular all over the country recently and almost everyone in the municipal party committee and government is talking about, was actually written by Wen Liang!
It's not that he didn't believe it. Nothing Wen Liang did now would surprise him. He just didn't expect that his son, who had always pursued pragmatism and diplomacy, was actually an angry young man at heart!
Yes, any reader who has read "China Can Say No" will think that the author is an angry young man. Although Wen Liang and Fan Bo have worked together to artistically process the language and logic in this life, making it appear more like a magnificent masterpiece and full of shining points of thought, these shining points cannot conceal its connotation and essence - "say no" is itself a very angry young man's term!
After hanging up the phone, Wen Huaiming sat there for a while, then dialed the number of the secretarial department. Soon, Bai Wei opened the door and came in. This girl had been transferred from the Political Research Office to the Second Secretarial Department. She was as respectful to Wen Huaiming as ever and said, "Secretary-General, are you looking for me?"
"Well, Xiaowei, I saw you reading a book a few days ago, right? Can you let me have a look at it?"
Wen Huaiming hadn't read the book yet, but he had a basic impression of it after hearing people around him discussing it. Bai Wei was startled, thinking that Wen Huaiming was dissatisfied with her reading the book during work and wanted to confiscate it. Her eyes immediately turned red, and she said aggrievedly: "I have already left the book at home..."
Wen Huaiming heard something wrong in the voice, looked up and realized that the little girl was overthinking, and said with a smile: "You are already deputy section level, and you are still crying... How about this, you go out and buy me a book now, here is the money, take it, refund if you have more, and make up if you have less, but don't embezzle it."
Wen Huaiming made a joke, and Bai Wei realized that the Secretary-General really wanted to read the book. She agreed crisply and just as she walked to the door, she heard a voice from behind her, "Remember, you must buy the authentic version."
The entire Qingzhou knew about the piracy incidents in the past two days. Bai Wei burst out laughing and said, "I know. Now you can't buy pirated copies even if you want to."
Wen Huaiming leaned back in his chair and thought: Is this also considered supporting my son's career? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)