Official Career Storm
Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Chapter 550

Song Guanchao was almost jumping for joy.

"No pain, no gain" as the saying goes, but he had just scored without any effort!

He had previously dealt with Hou Wen and Tu Zhaorui, and thought that the leaders at the county-level city were all of this caliber.

However, now he realized that in the whole of Dujiang City, only Tu Zhaorui and Hou Wen were somewhat capable.

Chen Guanyun was also not bad, coming up with such an escape plan, and could be considered half a figure.

But only half.

Logically, Chen Guanyun’s escape tactic should have far surpassed Hou Wen’s, which should make him more formidable.

But every case needed a specific analysis.

If Chen Guanyun had escaped when Hou Wen was caught, then he could also be considered a figure.

Escaping only today, what did that indicate?

It showed that this person lacked sensitivity to danger.

To react only when he was nearly caught indicated that Chen Guanyun was not a qualified politician.

There was no need to even mention people like Yang Qingquan.

If it weren’t for Chen Guanyun’s warning through a text message, they would already be in prison now.

Song Guanchao had previously regarded them as enemies, and now he felt that he might have placed too much importance on them.

Song Guanchao couldn’t help feeling emotional, realizing that the officials from the county and those from the city were not on the same level, whether in terms of managing the city or in their political tactics.

He looked at the text message from Yang Qingquan, pondered for a moment, and then sent one back, "If you come back now, you’ll be caught immediately. Do you want to spend your next life in prison? Old Yang, if you trust me, just stay outside until I return from my business trip and gauge the situation above."

Yang Qingquan didn’t reply, and Song Guanchao continued to send messages non-stop, "Old Yang, don’t ignore good advice!"

"We’ve known each other for so many years; would I harm you?"

"Fine, if you want to come back then do so, but remember to delete all these text messages. Don’t let outsiders see them."

No matter how he sent them, Yang Qingquan did not reply.

Song Guanchao knew it was settled.

Without any surprises, a batch of people would return tonight.

By tomorrow, another group would be coming back.

Initially, he had been worried that some might continue to hide and not return.

But now, with Yang Qingquan as the ’blockhead’ teammate, it seemed that everyone would be coming back.

Yang Qingquan, observing the relentless barrage of text messages, became more and more convinced that he had been tricked.

Damn Chen Guanyun, using him and others as a decoy, that beast!

He immediately called the others, informing them of Chen Guanyun’s plan one by one.

"Mr. Chen is really outrageous!"

"Thankfully, Secretary Yang, you reacted swiftly. Otherwise, we really would have been screwed!"

They were furious.

That night, a batch of people drove back.

Meanwhile, Song Guanchao had contacted Jiang Yuan.

"Mayor Jiang, hope I didn’t disturb your sleep?"

It was almost eleven o’clock at this time.

"No, go on," Jiang Yuan was exhausted; after all, he had hardly slept for two days, and it was taking its toll.

Song Guanchao said, "I just used Chen Guanyun’s phone to get in touch with Yang Qingquan and the others. If all goes as planned, a batch of people will come back tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I got it!"

Jiang Yuan revived his spirits, shaking off the fatigue, and immediately started contacting Liang Jianfeng and Xiao Chenggong.

They had already dispatched forces in Dujiang City.

Once anyone showed up, they would arrest them immediately.

Jiang Yuan relayed the information to them, and both were energized.

"Wait until they get off the cars, then carry out the arrest. Keep an eye on their phones, and don’t startle them!"

"Understood!"

At three forty-four in the morning.

Hu Youquan, the chief judge of the Intermediate People’s Court, was the first to return.

He drove into the parking lot of his residential complex, got out of the car, and just as he reached the elevator, four policemen and Zhou Qian emerged from the staircase, thudding down.

Under Hu Youquan’s astonished gaze, two officers stepped forward, grabbed his hands, and pinned him against the wall.

Another officer searched him and found two cell phones.

"Take him away!"

Zhou Qian recorded the entire scene.

Hu Youquan’s brain continued to crash.

What was going on?

Hadn’t Secretary Yang said it would be safe to come back?

Hadn’t he said this was a plot by Chen Guanyun?

Why had he been arrested as soon as he returned?

...

At 5:07 in the morning, dawn was just breaking.

The Director of the Judicial Bureau returned to his neighborhood.

The parking spaces in his neighborhood were on the surface.

As he got out of the car and entered the building, four policemen rushed out of the stairwell, controlled him under his bewildered gaze, and seized two mobile phones.

By 11:00 a.m., two-thirds of the officials who had fled Dujiang City had already returned on their own.

By 1:08 p.m., everyone except Yang Qingquan had returned and been detained.

Now, only Yang Qingquan remained.

The neighborhood where Yang Qingquan lived, both the corridor and the parking lot, was filled with plainclothes police officers.

Once he showed his face, he would be immediately arrested.

Xiao Chenggong and Liang Jianfeng sat in the car, having not slept all night.

"Why hasn’t Yang Qingquan appeared yet?"

"Could this guy have smelled something fishy?"

"Let’s just keep waiting."

...

In Qu City, early in the morning, Director Mou led Lu Xiaotian’s younger brother to look for the place where the body was buried.

Song Guanchao stayed at the guest house, constantly checking the messages in the command group chat.

From 4:00 a.m., people began to be caught one after another.

Moreover, the caught officials, at the police’s request, used their mobile phones to contact those who had not yet returned, coaxing them to return as well.

In the afternoon, after having his meal, Song Guanchao learned that Yang Qingquan had not yet returned.

He was somewhat surprised.

Strange.

Why hadn’t this guy come back yet?

Yesterday’s text messages, Yang Qingquan almost couldn’t wait to come back.

But the fact was, he was the only one left now.

Could it be that he had sensed something was wrong?

Song Guanchao furrowed his brows and reviewed the entire process, certain he had not shown any signs of anomaly.

If the other party had really sensed something was wrong, he wouldn’t have contacted others to come back.

Strange, where had this guy run off to?

It wasn’t until 3:00 p.m. that Zhang Meilin suddenly sent a message in the group chat: "Yang Qingquan is back."

Xiao Chenggong and Liang Jianfeng, who were still staking out outside the neighborhood, saw this message and were fully alert.

"Where?"

"At the Disciplinary Committee office of the City Hall."

"???"

Everyone was a bit baffled, what was up with this guy?

People usually come straight home when they return, why did you go to work?

...

Yang Qingquan had originally planned to go back last night as well, but after driving all day, he was really tired.

After waking up from a sleep, he had a local breakfast in the county town, roamed the streets for half a day, and then started back.

Upon returning to Dujiang City, he didn’t go home but went straight to work.

The secretary, upon seeing him, was a bit bewildered.

"Don’t just stand there, make some tea."

"Oh, okay," the secretary suppressed the panic inside him, and while making the tea, he hurriedly contacted Zhang Meilin.

Zhang Meilin told him to keep an eye on Yang Qingquan, and that the police would arrive soon.

If he tried to leave, by any means necessary, he must be detained.

After serving the tea, the secretary stood outside the office.

He was very nervous; if Yang Qingquan tried to leave in a moment, could he, alone, subdue him?

It should be possible, I am so young, taking down a man in his forties or fifties should be easy.

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