Official Career Storm
Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Chapter 627

On the way back to Lingjiang, Zheng Bihui’s face darkened to the extreme.

Li Zhuang, that damn dog, had actually sold him out!

Moreover, as soon as he got back to the city, the Disciplinary Committee was going to ask to talk to him.

That was the normal procedure.

Regardless of whether Li Zhuang’s report today was about him, Secretary Lu, or another standing committee member.

Being reported, and with a real-name report at that, this kind of summons was a process that had to be followed.

Suppressing his anger, Zheng Bihui reflected on the years he had dealt with Li Zhuang.

Li Zhuang was his dog, but the dirty work he had done was really not much.

Just arranged a few women, that was all.

That belonged to personal private life misbehavior, and after so many years, he didn’t believe Li Zhuang could have corresponding evidence in hand.

Without evidence, mere words were groundless, just slander.

The only thing he was worried about was dealing with Song Guanchao.

But at that time, he had used another cell phone.

That was an anonymous pre-paid SIM card.

Even if Li Zhuang had a backup of the text messages in hand, it would be useless.

Zheng Bihui wasn’t panicked at all; he was purely furious.

He had never thought that one day he would be threatened by a small fry like Li Zhuang.

Nor did he expect that Song Guanchao would dare to expose him.

At eleven fifty in the morning, Zheng Bihui returned to the city government offices.

He got out of the car and walked toward the canteen.

Got his food and sat down.

He hadn’t eaten a few bites.

When he suddenly realized that the canteen had become quiet.

He felt it strange.

Until he heard the crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the floor.

The sound wasn’t loud, but in the suddenly quiet dining environment, it seemed particularly prominent.

He looked up and saw Secretary Wang of the Disciplinary Committee, accompanied by two Disciplinary Committee staff, entering the canteen.

Their direction was exactly where Zheng Bihui was.

Zheng Bihui’s heart sank, anger flared across his face, and he nearly snapped his chopsticks in his grip.

The cadres dining around, seeing Secretary Wang bringing people over and assessing the situation, couldn’t help but come up with a thought: someone was going to be placed under "shuanggui"!

Who could it be?

Until they saw Secretary Wang stop in front of Zheng Bihui, all of them opened their mouths wide and stared.

It was Mayor Zheng!

Secretary Wang had come for Mayor Zheng!

Many people were screaming inside their heads!

Was Mayor Zheng about to be placed under "shuanggui"?

"Wang Pinyan, what are you doing here?" Zheng Bihui asked very unpleasantly, calling him by his name directly.

Secretary Wang felt a bitter taste in his heart.

He didn’t want to come.

He especially didn’t want to come at this time, in this place.

But the order given by Wu Qiangwei was to take Zheng Bihui away from the canteen.

Everyone had already picked the location, he had to come no matter what.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

Secretary Wang, as a reed swaying with the wind, couldn’t sway anymore now.

"Mayor Zheng, there is something we need to understand from you; this place is crowded, let’s change to another spot."

Zheng Bihui’s nose was almost crooked with rage, and he sneered, "You also know it’s crowded?"

Secretary Wang gave an awkward smile: "Mayor Zheng, let’s go."

Zheng Bihui really wanted to point at his nose and scold, to make a big fuss.

Because he was certain that Li Zhuang couldn’t produce any evidence.

Anger rushed to his head, yet he held back.

Li Zhuang may not have evidence, but Song Guanchao still held his dirty laundry in hand.

He had caused trouble at Xu Xin’s house and had been filmed on video.

Song Guanchao playing this card now was clearly wanting to see him embarrassed.

"The humiliation," he thought, "if Song Guanchao does not act, he will never let him off."

With that thought, he took a deep breath, set down his chopsticks, and walked outside.

News of Zheng Bihui being taken away by the Disciplinary Committee spread throughout the Lingjiang government circle in less than half an hour.

As the tale traveled, it grew even more outrageous, with some claiming that Zheng Bihui had been placed under "shuanggui."

...

At four in the afternoon, Secretary Wang arrived at the City Committee to report to Wu Qiangwei.

"Mayor Zheng claims he was unaware and has only met Li Zhuang a few times without any financial dealings."

"You should discuss the situation with Director Liang."

"Alright."

After he left, Wu Qiangwei called in Song Guanchao and relayed Secretary Wang’s words to him and added, "It seems Li Zhuang may not have convincing evidence against Zheng Bihui."

"It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t," Song Guanchao had never really counted on Li Zhuang being able to bring him down.

However, this did remind Song Guanchao.

Zheng Bihui seemed quick-tempered and impulsive but was actually very cautious.

He dared to be so confident, unafraid of investigation, probably because Li Zhuang truly had no substantial evidence.

Knowing Li Zhuang for so many years, if he had left no trace of evidence, it just showed that this old man was far from the impulsive character he seemed to be.

He should not be underestimated, or else he might trip over him in the future.

Leaving the office, He Songming suddenly called, "Secretary Song, do you have time now?"

"Is there trouble?"

"A resident is threatening to jump off a building!"

"Send me the address."

After talking to Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao hurriedly went to Three Lanes.

The area was quite remote, near farmlands, adjacent to a tributary of Lingjiang, and one had to cross a bridge to get into the city.

Inconvenient transportation, inconvenient living, a proper rural area.

When Song Guanchao drove there, he saw a dozen police cars stationed at the entrance of Three Lanes.

Dozens of police officers were maintaining order at the scene.

As he approached, he immediately heard the commotion and, drawing closer, saw two elderly women with silver hair sitting on the roof of a three-story self-built house.

They were screaming about jumping off.

The police officers on the scene maintaining order felt their scalps tingle.

The police feared not the violent and evil criminals, but the elderly who refused to reason.

These people did not care about logic; they only cared about their issues being resolved.

If not resolved, they would throw tantrums, cry, create disturbances, or threaten suicide...

"Mr. He," Song Guanchao came over, looked up, and asked, "What’s the situation?"

Mr. He replied, "They want money, they think our compensation for the demolition is too little and are asking for an increase."

"How much is the compensation?"

"Choosing demolition is 1,800 per square meter; otherwise, it’s compensation by the number of people, resettlement housing plus a subsidy; or they are issued land for housebuilding with a lump sum payment so they can rebuild themselves."

Mr. He said, "We’ve offered very generous terms, but it’s absolutely impossible to reason with them."

This area had no notable market value, to begin with; if they really wanted to sell, at best it would fetch 1,300 or 1,400 per square meter, and even then there would be no buyers.

These houses here lacked market liquidity.

All three schemes were, indeed, not bad.

But they were not satisfied with any of them and refused all proposals.

Song Guanchao asked, "What are their current demands?"

Mr. He replied, "5,000 per square meter."

"How much?" Song Guanchao found it outrageous.

How could they dare ask for such a high price?

Mr. He sighed, "The demolition price in the Qili River area is 5,000. I don’t know where they heard it from, but they’re following suit and asking for 5,000. If we don’t pay, they won’t allow the demolition. They want money and houses; essentially, they are making outrageous demands. I’ve been doing this for so many years and have never seen such pie-in-the-sky pricing."

Song Guanchao asked, "Do you know who the ringleader is?"

Mr. He shook his head, "Now everyone is causing a fuss; the ringleaders have long since hidden themselves."

Song Guanchao thought for a few seconds and said, "I’ll resolve this."

He walked over, clapped his hands loudly, drawing the residents’ attention, and shouted, "I am the chief officer of the project, my surname is Song. I understand you have grievances about the demolition, but this kind of disturbance won’t result in a solution."

"If you all wish to resolve this, then select a representative, and we’ll sit down and have a proper talk."

He checked the time, "It’s almost five o’clock. So, take half an hour to discuss among yourselves. After half an hour, elect your representative. Any proposals you have, just raise them, and I will speak with the municipal leaders to try to meet your demands as much as possible."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving them space to deliberate.

He had not gone far when he suddenly received a call from Wu Qiangwei.

"Are you finished? Zheng Bihui has asked us out to dinner."

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