In June, the orchid valley is filled with gorgeous mountain flowers and lush greenery.
At the foot of Lan Valley, surrounded by mountains and rivers, is a typical Chinese-style courtyard complex.
The white walls, black tiles, small bridges and flowing water exude tranquility and elegance.
In a quiet courtyard, a middle-aged man in his fifties was wearing a suit and walking in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
The middle-aged man is none other than Shi Wenzhong, Secretary of the Nanchuan Provincial Party Committee.
The Fang family has been entrenched in Nanchuan Province for several years. It is like a century-old tree with lush branches and leaves that cannot be shaken in a short while.
The game of officialdom requires absolute patience and will. The game of politics is not something that ordinary people can play.
Shi Wenzhong was born into a prostitute, and he had been immersed in the dye vat of politics since he was a child. His skill and courage were different from ordinary people. When he was young, Shi Wenzhong was implicated because of his father's relationship and was sent to Linzhai in the northeast to work as an educated youth.
Linzhai sounds like a village, but it is actually a vast expanse of mountains.
In winter, the temperature in Linzhai can reach more than ten degrees below zero, and a hot urine can freeze into ice slag within a few minutes if you urinate it.
The days of educated youth were filled with depression and boredom. While other educated youths were hesitant about their future and ideals, Shi Wenzhong hid in his hut and studied hard.
The books he read in history were unusual. He read Krawicz's "On War" and Wang Yangming's "Traditional Records". These books were absolutely banned at the time.
It is extremely difficult for others to obtain these books. There is an aunt in the history who is the director of the library of Yenching University.
During the visit, my aunt asked Shi Wenzhong what he wanted to order, and Shi Wenzhong's answer was the same every time: "Bring me some books!"
During those pale years of youth, Shi Wenzhong's life was not pale, because a large number of books filled his inner loneliness, and the hard working life tempered his strong will.
In the 1970s, when the chief designer came out and the college entrance examination was resumed, Shi Wenzhong possessed core competitiveness that educated youths of the same age did not have. He was admitted to the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering of Yenching University with a score of 100 points exceeding the admission limit.
The chaos was brought to order, and everything was ready to be revitalized. At that time, the whole country of China was brimming with vitality and vitality.
After graduating from college, Shi Wenzhong was capable, smart and had a perseverance that was unparalleled by others.
Starting from being the secretary of the town party committee, Shi Wenzhong has worked step by step until now. A provincial party committee secretary in his early fifties, at this age and position, definitely has a lot to do.
Shi Wenzhong withdrew his gaze, and secretary Xiao Zhang and several staff members walked in.
There is a wooden table made of yellow flower wood and a Go game.
Shi Wenzhong sat down and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, come over and do something."
Shi Wenzhong was a serious man, even when he smiled, his two eyebrows like a crouching dragon showed murderous intent.
Those who are in the upper position will take life and death, which inevitably shows official power. Xiao Zhang nodded mechanically and sat down opposite Secretary Shi with his hands and feet shrinking.
After a few moves, Shi Wenzhong's black men rushed rampant and soon came to the city. Xiao Zhang's white men ran wildly, but were still unable to conflict with Shi Wenzhong's siege.
"Bah!" Xiao Zhang thought hard for a long time, his face was ashen, and he finally surrendered.
Shi Wenzhong's momentum was too domineering. Even though he lost the city in the southwest corner, he still slaughtered a big dragon north of Xiao Zhang.
In the past, when playing chess with Shi Wenzhong, the opponent's momentum was dense and kind, forming a "power" to overwhelm others with force. This time, however, it was a majestic spear and halberd, and the iron cavalry rushed in, killing the dragon with a decisive and decisive victory.
In the past, Xiao Zhang could only count four or five items at most, but this time he gave up in the middle of the game and lost more than ten items. It was a complete defeat.
"Secretary Shi, I really didn't expect that---!"
Shi Wenzhong's thick eyebrows jumped, and his eyes were solemn: "Xiao Zhang, do you know where you lost?"
Before Xiao Zhang could answer, Shi Wenzhong stood up, pointed at the chessboard and said, "We lose because of your momentum! Sometimes we have to fight against all odds!"
A last-ditch fight? Xiao Zhang stared at Secretary Shi and felt that he looked domineering today that he had never seen in the past.
While he was frowning and thinking, a thin middle-aged man walked in.
The middle-aged man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with slender eyes. He laughed to himself without saying anything.
The smile is bright, like spring, but it also reveals a kind of indifference that keeps a distance.
Gentle but not close, this is the unique style of Han Zheng, Secretary-General of the Provincial Party Committee.
Nanchuan Province has had a total of four provincial party committee secretaries in the past ten years, but only the position of secretary-general has not been replaced.
Han Zheng, member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary-General, is like an old tree rooted in the political arena of Nanchuan Province. No matter how you change, I will remain unmoved.
As soon as Han Zheng appeared, secretary Xiao Zhang immediately led the staff to retreat, leaving only two people in the courtyard.
"Secretary Shi, there's a lot of commotion over at the Fang family." Han Zheng said this, looking at Shi Wenzhong from the corner of his eye.
Shi Wenzhong's figure is as tall and straight as a pine tree on a cliff.
Turning his head, Shi Wenzhong's two horned dragon-like eyebrows wrinkled, and Han Zheng's heart became nervous.
There is a saying in the official circles of Nanchuan Province: "Vajra's angry eyes make the King of Hell frown!" The two eyebrows in the historical text are like two dormant horned dragons, and his frowning look is the reincarnation of the King of Hell.
Silence, suffocating silence.
The invisible coercion made Han Zheng quite uncomfortable. In order to ease the atmosphere, he joked: "Secretary Shi, Shu Muyun went to the industrial and commercial department to make a fuss, refused to accept the investigation, and said she was going to the central government to commit suicide."
Shi Wenzhong's eyebrows stretched out, indicating that the other party cared. As long as the other party cared, he would have room for differentiation.
"You and Shu Muyun have another contact. The Fang family has little relationship with her. As long as a woman withdraws, I will not embarrass her."
Everyone knows the relationship between Shu Muyun and Fang Wenqiang. Once Fang Wenqiang dies, there is no need for Shu Muyun to die for the hollowed-out Fang family. As long as she withdraws, she can still control COSCO Real Estate according to the shares she holds.
"What about Shenhua Group and Maosheng Group?"
"Both parties have made no moves. It seems that the Jinhuang Group is not monolithic." Han Zheng looked at Shi Wenzhong flatteringly. Shi Wenzhong was immersed in his own thoughts and ignored Han Zheng's gaze at all.
After a long time, Shi Wenzhong waved his hand and said: "Go down."
Han Zheng leaned forward slightly, as if he was nodding or bowing. Every time he reported work to Shi Wenzhong, Han Zheng's brain was running at high speed. This feeling was very unpleasant.
At that moment, Han Zheng was amnesty and quickly retreated.
It was already noon, and the sun was shining down from the branches and leaves of the locust tree, scattering mottled patterns all over the ground.
Shi Wenzhong had lunch, took a nap, and drove back to the office.
Sitting in front of the large desk, Shi Wenzhong thought about it again and again, and finally picked up the phone on the desk: "Put me through the Department of Culture!"
The attack on COSCO Real Estate is only the first step. The next one Shi Wenzhong will take action on is Maosheng Culture.
Maosheng Culture Group's capital is not as good as Centaline Real Estate and Shenhua Electronics, but it controls the mouthpiece of public opinion. This is Shi Wenzhong's major concern.
For any political action, controlling public opinion is often the precursor to victory.
During the anti-gang campaign, all the magazines under the Maosheng Group spared no effort to brag for Shi Wenzhong. The exposed powerful propaganda power has now become Shi Wenzhong's fear. In political struggles, the truth is not important. What is important is to create and spread the truth. To destroy it
The banner of the Fang family and Maosheng Group must be cut down.
The top leader personally spoke, and the Ministry of Culture's actions could be described as "quick". Within three days, Maosheng Group was suspended for rectification.
Qin Wenfang had already been mentally prepared and was not panicked.
When the cultural inspectors entered the Maosheng Group building, Qin Wenfang had already tidied up the office, locked the door and left.
For Maosheng Group, Nanchuan Province is just one of its branches. In Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, Maosheng Culture Group still has amazing power that has not been revealed. If nothing else, Mr. Nan from Hong Kong alone is enough to make Shi Wenzhong drink a pot.
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Back at Yaoshan Club, the first person Qin Wenfang saw was Shu Muyun.
"The company is closed?"
"It's closed." Qin Wenfang sat on the wicker chair and took today's newspaper.
"Nanchuan Province focuses on rectifying the cultural industry---" Qin Wenfang sighed and put the newspaper aside.
Since Shi Wenzhong took action, at Fang Ming's request, the main members of the Jinhuang Group gathered at the Yaoshan Club.
This is the base camp of the Saber organization, and everything is safe when living here.
"Aunt Yun, Aunt Fang!" Fang Ming walked in. He was wearing a pink striped casual shirt today, looking casual and free. Only his eyebrows showed some maturity that was inappropriate for his age, intentionally or unintentionally.
This kid is becoming more and more like him.
Thinking of him, the two looked at each other and saw the sadness in each other's eyes.
Fang Ming walked up to the two of them and suddenly whispered: "Grandpa is here!"