Chapter Fifteen: The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

  Jiang Chengfeng was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night. It was Lin Zhen, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau. He got out of bed and put on his bathrobe to go to the living room. He had a good relationship with Lin Zhen and was very polite to this young man who had come from the provincial government. At this time of turmoil, any phone call that came in at night would make one's heart skip a beat.

  "Director Lin, is there something going on? Wei Chenfeng didn't bother with pleasantries. Given his identity, being polite would have seemed insincere instead. Lin Zhen was able to wake up An Chen at three in the morning without hesitation, it couldn't be just anything."

  "Director Wei, I just got the news that Wei Wang was caught by Liu Tianlai. It seems to be because of hiring someone to set a fire and he was caught on the scene with stolen goods."

  Wei Chenfeng listened calmly to Lin Zhen's words, his tone without any fluctuations, and said: "Thank you, Director Lin. I understand this matter now."

  He hung up the phone and Wei Chenfeng sat silently on the sand, he was no longer young, but his desire for a career was still so strong.

  As a member of the Zhou faction, he instructed the official mouthpiece Qingzhou TV and Qingzhou Daily to severely criticize Xu Fuyuan's face. If it is said that there is a private feud, it is feared that he has offended Xu Fuyuan the most.

  The Wei family had only one male heir by the time of Wei Wang's generation. Wei Chenfeng spared no effort in cultivating him to make up for his own regret, as he had walked many detours due to not having a strong backing and wouldn't have become a deputy director until this age if it weren't for that. With Wei Wang, as long as he followed the path designed by Wei Chenfeng, his future prospects would be boundless. But first, there was the incident last time, which removed the official hat of the agricultural machinery factory, and today's event was even more severe. He actually hired thugs to set a fire - was this still the usual stable and capable Wei Gang who handled small matters?

  Perhaps it's because of the blessing of good fortune, the journey has been too smooth, and the weaknesses in one's character have been hidden deep within where others can't see. Once trapped in an opponent's scheme, they are completely exposed. From this perspective, taking a few more detours in youth isn't necessarily a bad thing.

  It's actually all because of Qiu Zhou, everyone was born there.

  The situation in Qingzhou was barely maintained on the surface during Zuo Jing's era, with two factions vying for power but not yet at a life-and-death stage. After Xu Fuyan took office, the Zhou clan thought they had an iron-clad regime, and that whoever came would have to lie down or coil up. But then this humble secretary, whom everyone looked down on, suddenly poked a hole in Qingzhou's sky and erected a golden cudgel, stirring up turmoil that shook the earth and mountains.

  It's not surprising that they were careless and big-minded, who would have thought that in the almost dead-end chessboard of Qingzhou, Xu Fuyan would suddenly take a different path and contact Zuo Jing, who had nothing to do with him, through the province's secret influence, and at the moment when the dust was about to settle in the Qinghua factory, he suddenly came out and caught everyone off guard?

  Wei Chenfeng was furious, but he couldn't just ignore the situation. After all, this was his only nephew, the son of his older brother, and as a younger uncle, he had to help him out. Moreover, Wei Chenfeng had received two large bribes through Wei Gang's hands.

  With his keen political sense, he didn't need to investigate. He already felt the direction of the opponent's spearhead, which was pointing directly at him. Wei Chenfeng sat quietly for a while before making the last call to Zhou Yuanting, who was gathering information on Guan Shan.

  In the most luxurious hall of the dandelion, Lin Zhen was playing with his mobile phone. A fat-headed and big-eared fatty sat opposite him, who was Lian Zizhong, the director of the Nan Gong branch. The last time Ji Zheng was detained in Nan Gong, Mu Zechen and Qi Shu came to see him at midnight, it was Lin Zhen who had called Lian Zizhong. Lian Baozi had long since climbed onto Lin Zhen's thick legs, although Lin Zhen was young, he was after all from the provincial government, following him was the real way to reach the sky.

  Otherwise, in Qingzhou's ranking of officials by seniority, it would take him till the year of the monkey and the month of the horse to become the head of the provincial government.

  "Lin Bureau, Liu Tianlai are both pouring dirty water on Wei Department's head, why didn't you tell him at the same time?" Lin Zhen smiled and said: "Wei Chenfeng wants to know what. Where do we need to reveal it to him? Liu Tianlai has made up his mind to follow Xu Fuyan, Qingzhou's affairs are for Qingzhou people to solve themselves, I don't have the energy to wade through this muddy water, nor do I have the time."

  Lian Zi Zhong's eyes lit up, knowing that Lin Zhen's golden period was about to end. Who knows when he'll be transferred back to Guanshan next year? His rank will almost certainly be promoted again.

  When Lin Chen came down, it was a high-end position, 31-year-old deputy director, what kind of future is that?

  Lian Pangzi smiled obsequiously, picked up the red wine and respectfully poured a cup, holding it with both hands and handing it over: "Brother borrows flowers to offer Buddha, congratulating Director Lin on his promotion. I also hope that when the time comes, you will take care of me, after all, he is several years older than Lin Zhen in terms of age. But in officialdom, seniority is determined by official position, and in ancient times, even a eunuch had many ministers who called themselves sons or grandsons, so it's just a childish thing to call someone "little brother".

  Lin Zhenyi drank it all in one gulp. He had been in Qingzhou for two years, and his food, clothing, accommodation, and travel were all taken care of by Lian Zizhong. He was served with comfort and also kept the thought of taking care of him. "You just need to know this matter. Don't talk too much before the transfer order comes down, do you understand?"

  Lin Zhen suddenly realized something and muttered to himself, "No wonder Liu Tianlai dodged and weaved when the small official came to ask for him. Chi He and Mu Ze thought it was just Liu Tianlai trying to get some benefits. But after several negotiations, that guy only stalled and refused to hand over the person. Looking at the situation of the past few days, it turns out that they had long been planning to deal with Yuan Dazhuang. Truly a deep and far-sighted plan, shocking and frightening."

  The door of the private room was pushed open, and a woman in a black long dress walked in, saying: "I received some news and rushed back, I'm late, Director Lin, let me punish myself with three cups first." Lin Zhen knew that this woman who always wore black clothes couldn't be trifled with, suppressing the flames of desire in his heart, said: "Mao Niang, I heard that Qi Shu is also from Pu Gong Ying, tell me clearly, is it true?"

  Lian Zizhong's whole body shook, he didn't expect to hear such a secret from Lin Zhen's mouth. What is Pugongying, people in the Qingzhou circle all know a little about it. But that the most beautiful socialite in Qingzhou, Jiang Dongfu's most trusted subordinate Qi Shu actually came from here, was truly shocking news.

  The cat girl drank three cups of wine with a nonchalant expression, wiped the water droplets from her lips with the back of her hand, and said faintly: "No!"

  Lin Chen stared at this elegant woman. After a while, he burst out laughing: "It's not the best, I don't believe it, there is no woman that Lin Chen can't chase!"

  The cat girl gently clapped her hands, and several girls with different personalities, some pure, some charming, some elegant, and some with a unique charm, entered one after another. In Qingzhou, only those with sufficient status and who would come to this place for entertainment could make her show up, and Lin Chen was the only one who could arrange for someone to entertain her wholeheartedly.

  Because Lin Zhen's foundation is not in Qingzhou, but in Guanshan.

  The dandelion's roots are in Guan Mountain, not in Qingzhou!

  November, destined to be an autumn of many events.

  This thousand-year-old ancient city of Qingzhou has gone through countless storms and rains, and finally in the collision of power and influence, it violently trembled, shedding its last layer of warm sentiment, exposing the coldness and ruthlessness deep within to the world without any concealment.

  If born, rise straight up to the blue clouds; if dead, fall forever into the abyss of hell!

  The second day after the bankruptcy of Qinghua Factory, Qingzhou Daily published an editorial on its front page, which interpreted the 17 articles one by one to explain the necessity and foresight of the municipal government's administrative policy of bankrupting Qinghua Factory. From both macro and micro perspectives, it dialectically explained that this move conforms to the laws of market economy and the laws of historical materialism. It is a correct decision that benefits the people of Qingzhou, benefits reform and opening-up, and benefits the breakthrough of state-owned enterprises. The article finally pointed out that any behavior that goes against the laws of history and disregards the market economy will inevitably suffer failure and be abandoned by history and the people.

  This article is sharp as a knife, with profound implications. Every word points directly to the heart of the matter, making it difficult to add or subtract even a single character. It's deeply insightful and beautifully written, immediately drawing widespread attention from public opinion. At the same time, Qingzhou Evening News, Business Daily, Municipal Government agencies' newspapers, as well as Qingzhou People's Radio Station and Qingzhou TV Station all launched concentrated campaigns in prominent positions and prime-time slots to voice support for the Qinghua Factory bankruptcy case, spreading its influence to every corner of Qingzhou almost overnight.

  The power of public opinion can be seen from this.

  For a time, in the streets and alleys of Qingzhou, rumors about Yuan Dazhu and others being persecuted were rampant, with some people who did not know the truth or had ulterior motives gathering outside the hotel where the investigation team was staying, causing widespread unease within the team.

  "What a great article! It's really a great article!"

  Wen Huiming hastily returned home from the municipal party committee and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Wen Can loudly reading aloud from the newspaper. He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed: "The outside world is in such chaos, yet you still have the leisure to read articles."

  Wen Ze finally put down the newspaper. Smiling, he said: "Don't worry, aren't things going as we expected? It's just that Wei Chenfeng is more daring than I thought, actually using public opinion to pressure the municipal committee." Alright, I admit it, things have gotten a bit out of hand.

  "Wen Huiming shook his head and sighed: 'You two, I thought your idea was unreliable from the start, but Xu Fuyan actually agreed to it. You're really a pair of lunatics!'"

  "Hey, speaking ill of your boss behind his back isn't a good habit. What if one day you say something like 'Xu Fuyuan is crazy' in front of Xu Fuyuan himself? Aren't the dreams of your son, who's still young and hasn't achieved anything yet, going to be ruined?"

  Wen Huaiming didn't have time to grind his teeth and said, "What's next?"

  "Of course, it's all according to plan, although Wei Chenfeng's reaction was a bit more intense than we expected, but that doesn't matter, the important thing is that our goal has been achieved. This is what matters most!"

  Wen Huaiming raised a few more questions, and the father-son duo huddled together to secretly discuss for half a day, filtering through each other's possible reactions and responses as thoroughly as an ancient sand table simulation. These were actually Wen Huaiming's strong points, and he was only seeking Wen Can's opinion as an added precaution to ensure absolute safety.

  This is the final move, filling it will kill Zhou Yuanting's big dragon and force him into a dead end.

  Wen Huiming rushed out the door, turned around and heard Wen Qian's voice with a hint of regret: "Good article, good article, but when an article serves politics, it loses its integrity. What a pity! To know what happens next, please log in to Chapter 6."