Half an hour later, her phone rang. She picked it up and looked at it, and heard: "How are you, Xiao Zhou? Is there anything going on? No, there's no suspicious person, um, okay."

After thinking for a while, he hung up the phone again: "Secretary Hong..."

"Xiao Song, is Secretary Hong here?" Zhou Yutian asked.

"Secretary Zhou, Secretary Hong is waiting for you." After hearing Zhou Yutian's voice, Song Wenfeng, who was immersed in organizing materials, quickly raised his head and said respectfully.

After letting Zhou Yutian in, Song Wenfeng made a cup of tea and sent it in.

"The secretary appeared on my balcony this morning." Zhou Yutian handed the compiled materials to Hong Shengtian.

Hong Shengtian took the materials and looked through them while asking, "Has the authenticity of the materials been confirmed?"

"The written materials have not yet been confirmed, but the audio and video materials have been confirmed and are genuine," Zhou Yutian said.

Hong Shengtian watched quietly, his face turning livid and getting more and more ugly. Then he slapped the table with a loud "pop" and said seriously: "When you go back, immediately organize elite troops and implement the above materials, no matter what is involved.

Investigate everything thoroughly."

"That person above." Zhou Yutian said hesitantly.

"Follow the organizational procedures and pay attention to confidentiality."

"yes."

After accepting the order, Zhou Yutian, Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, said goodbye and left.

Looking at the materials on the table, Hong Shengtian thought for a while and then picked up the red phone on his desk and dialed.

Zhang Wenyong drove his Passat to the Health Bureau on time to work as usual.

These days, he has been living in a very depressed state, without the usual liveliness and high-spiritedness. Some of the actions taken by Director Du Lin are constantly reducing his strength. Many of his followers have been transferred to some insignificant positions, and some of them have been transferred to insignificant positions.

Some people were even invited to drink tea by relevant departments. This greatly reduced their prestige in the health bureau, so they simply took a few days off to stay out of sight.

He walked out of the cab a little tiredly, flexed his waist, and cursed proudly in his heart, "This little goblin, thinking of the graceful figure who was so in love with him yesterday, and the feeling of lust, the trace of gloom in his heart also disappeared.

He disappeared, and his steps couldn't help but become much more brisk.

Zhang Wenyong smiled and greeted the staff next to him, but to his surprise, these staff did not greet him respectfully and enthusiastically as usual. Instead, they avoided him like a plague god. Some of them had no time to avoid them.

The driving was no longer as enthusiastic as before. Some people were even pointing fingers behind his back, which made Zhang Wenyong a little angry. His mood, which had just relaxed, immediately sank.

When he arrived at the office, the secretary had already made tea, divided the newspapers into categories, and placed them in the upper right corner of the desk. Although we have entered the information age, Zhang Wenyong still likes to read newspapers and the smell of ink in newspapers.

And the sound of "squeaking" when flipping through newspapers.

"Xiao Liu, come here." Zhang Wenyong grabbed the phone and said.

"Ju Zhang." Secretary Xiao Liu came in after a while and asked respectfully.

"What happened?" Zhang Wenyong asked. The strange look on the staff's face made him a little uneasy.

"Director, this..." the secretary said hesitantly.
Chapter completed!