In the reception room on the fourth floor of the Regulatory Commission Building, Ouyang Zhen, Director of the Regional Security Patrol Department, was sitting in the first chair on the left side of the room with only a personal secretary.
After a while, Lille, the chairman of the regulatory committee, who had just finished a phone call with his superiors, walked into the reception room with seven or eight people, and there was even a secretary.
According to convention, a clerk is required to record the content of a conversation of this level, but the atmosphere today is obviously not suitable for this process. Lille did this to put psychological pressure on Ouyang Zhen.
Ouyang Zhen intervened and glanced at Yan'er, then said expressionlessly, "If the following conversation needs to be recorded, then we can try another way of talking."
Lill grinned: "You misunderstood, Mr. Ouyang, I thought you needed secretarial staff."
After saying this, Lille's secretary waved his hand again to signal the clerk to leave, and the others bent down and sat down.
Ouyang Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to the other party's tricks. After everyone sat down, he went straight to the point and said, "Let's not talk about who first proposed this dialogue. It's meaningless. Let's talk about the results directly. What do you think?"
"Of course, our time is valuable." Lille picked up a cigar and asked his secretary to light it for him.
Ouyang Zhen intervened and looked at him and said, "Based on the current situation in Longcheng..."
"Sorry, I want to interrupt you, Mr. Ouyang." Lille didn't wait for Ouyang Zhen to finish his words, and frowned and said, "Before the conversation begins, we need to know the truth of two things, which are very important. First, whether the extremists who killed the Baolong Group are currently in Li Mingsheng's home. Second, has the Director Liu Changming of the Shengli District Police Department, who has done an outstanding job, been shot dead?"
Ouyang Zhen listened to the other party's words and frowned: "It's not important."
"No, no, this is very important. It's about whether our mayor is personally involved in the crime." Lille waved his hand.
Ouyang Zhen looked at this old fox who was talking around and replied while knocking on the table with a frown: "I can tell you that Liu Changming has been shot dead because he wanted to assassinate the mayor of Longcheng. As for the suspect's statement, it is completely a rumor and a malicious smear."
"We need to verify..."
"That's enough, President Lille!" Ouyang Zhen interrupted unceremoniously, "Whether you want to kill Li Mingsheng or not, you know it best in your heart! If you want to take the initiative in the negotiation, then your method is too low-level. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."
"What is 'repetitive talk'?" Lille looked confused. His Chinese level was not enough to understand this word.
Ouyang Zhen calmed down, looked at the old man, and said bluntly: "We have two demands: First, Baolong Group must pay for this mining accident. Major problems can be ignored, but minor problems must be paid. Compensation must not be less, fines must not be less, and the relevant personnel must have credibility. Second, the absolute power of the supervision committee has affected the implementation of various policies and municipal decisions in Longcheng, which is not conducive to the development of a city, so the power ratio must be renegotiated, such as the right to appoint personnel, etc."
Lil looked at Ouyang Zhen in disbelief: "Oh, my God! You want to weaken the power of the regulatory committee? Are you kidding?!"
“When power is too great, there must be checks and balances.”
"Mr. Ouyang, I advise you to pay attention to your position when you speak. The existence of the Supervisory Committee is to protect the interests of the region. The total amount of money spent on this main city can reach the moon!" Lille also responded excitedly: "Weaken the power of the Supervisory Committee. What if Dragon City is out of control? Oh, yes, I remember, you are a Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes, and your remarks are based on national stance!"
"Bullshit!" Seeing the other party attacking him, Ouyang Zhen immediately stood up and said, "I am Chinese, and I am also the leader of an important department in District 1. I understand my position. If you have any doubts, I can show you my naturalization declaration and household registration book. Weakening the power of the Supervisory Committee is just because the absolute power of this department has affected the orderly development of Longcheng! You know best how corrupt this place is! The credibility of the Supervisory Committee is declining, especially the group of supervisory committee leaders who are already half buried in the ground. They have to wear dentures when they eat, and they have to be equipped with health doctors and ventilators when they have meetings. They are so old that they can't even take care of themselves. How can they drive the development of a city with a population of nearly ten million?"
"Damn idiot, are you attacking me?!" When Lille heard this, he was so angry that he threw the cigar sideways, hitting the stunned secretary on the head.
"Gentlemen, calm down, calm down!" The secretary slapped the cigar off his head and immediately stood up to persuade them.
"Okay, okay, let's not argue, it's meaningless." Ouyang Zhen calmed down, looked up at the old Lille and said, "The two demands I told you just now are not Li Mingsheng's attitude, nor are they my personal opinions, but the opinions of the entire civil affairs faction. These two demands are not negotiable. If the Supervisory Committee does not make concessions, today's live news report will definitely not be the end. The protests of the major associations in Longcheng may continue, and this incident will attract the attention of the people of the entire District 1. We will devote all our resources to let the people of District 1 see what the Supervisory Committee has done here!"
"Are you trying to start a second war of independence?!"
"I agree with you. A more radical approach when necessary may be the most effective." Ouyang Zhen ignored the other party's threat, threw down a sentence, and turned away.
Lille had been staying up late for several days in a row and his body had long been unable to bear it. He was also scolded by Ouyang Zhen just now, and his mentality exploded on the spot and his breathing became rapid.
I definitely couldn't smoke the cigar anymore, so I had to put on Sophie's diaper urgently and go to the health room to get an injection and an IV drip.
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Around 8:40 p.m.
Inside the Baolong Mining Company, the group of executives who were waiting for Yang Decheng to return had not left yet. Instead, they ordered some takeout and continued chatting while eating.
"Hey, Daming, do you still have that chili sauce in your cupboard?" a middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Yes, go get it." Another person threw out the key to his private locker.
The middle-aged man took it, turned around and walked towards the private locker area.
Outside the office, the company's ordinary staff had already left, the cleaning staff had also gone off duty, and the entire corridor was very dark.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to open the door and was about to take a step forward.
“BOOM!!!”
Suddenly, an explosion that spread throughout the entire block resounded through the darkness without any warning.
Before the senior executives in the office could react, they suddenly felt the entire building shaking violently, followed by the sight of countless bricks, tiles, dust, and flames filling the air.
…
On the street back to the mining company, Yang Decheng was sending text messages on his mobile phone.
“Squeak!”
Suddenly, the driver stepped on the brakes because a tricycle in front of him fell down at an angle, blocking the way.
As soon as the car stopped, a man in a blue uniform and wearing a mask suddenly walked up from the roadside and knocked on Yang Decheng's car window.