"Director Zhao, the Senate has authorized the formation of a special committee to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the work of all powerful departments, focusing on your Political Security Bureau. ~ What do you think of this?" Pan Pan took the interview book and looked at it
The honest Zhao Manxiong behind the desk.
"I am the Executive Deputy Director." Zhao Manxiong nodded kindly, "Of course we support this with both hands and welcome it wholeheartedly."
"So your department will be fully open to the investigative committee and will not hide anything?"
"The Political Security Bureau has nothing to hide from the elders."
"Are you sure that's the case?"
"Yes, very sure." He looked very calm.
"In this case, how will you ensure that this investigation is completely open and transparent?"
"In order to ensure that this investigation is completely open and transparent, the archives and all offices of the Political Security Bureau will be open to members of the investigative committee. They will be able to access any materials and interview any staff members as long as they follow legal procedures.
"Zhao Manxiong leaned on the back of his chair and folded his hands on his belly. "We will fully cooperate with the investigation without reservation."
Pan Pan was a little unbelievable because he said this so frankly. Could it be that this fat man had a back-up plan? Cheng Yongxin had talked to her many times about the dirty materials from the Political Security Bureau. She had always been concerned about this "big news" that was comparable to the Watergate incident.
"They are all flocking to it, but Kunai has no starting point.
The establishment of an investigative committee specifically targeting the Political Security Bureau made her immediately excited. Although he did not become an investigative committee member in the lottery, as an important cadre of the propaganda mouth, he was given the right to interview the entire process.
The black material must have been hidden or destroyed. That's why the fat man was so calm. Pan Pan was a little disappointed. She decided to go straight to the point:
"According to some news channels: the General Administration of Political Security has been illegally collecting personal black materials of senators. Do you have any comment on this?"
"This is naturally nonsense. The Political Security Bureau has always insisted on serving the Senate and the people. Serving the entire cause of the Senate, any slander on our work is despicable. We reserve the right to pursue legal action against this rumor
that power."
Standard official answer. Flawless. Pan Pan put away his notebook. "Thank you for accepting my interview."
"Where, where?" Zhao Manxiong stood up and said goodbye, "Please go."
Watching her close the office door, Zhao Manxiong picked up the phone and said, "Please come to me from all the division chiefs."
"Okay, comrades, the investigation committee is coming to our place." Zhao Manxiong looked at the several division directors sitting at the desk, "I won't say anything more. Don't have any resistance.
Smile. Yes, smile..."
"This job can't be done anymore." Zhou Botao muttered, "Our Political Security Bureau has no power. For any larger operations, we have to notify the police to assist. We don't even have the power to take action ourselves. If something goes wrong, we have to do it."
Taking the blame..."
"We, the Political Security Bureau, are working so hard that no one can see the results, and the blame is there for all to see. No wonder Lao Zhou would rather work as a printer and part-time as a policeman than come to our place."
Wu Mu also had an attack: "It's bullshit to talk about power. What else do we have here besides feelings? Some people think we have great power every day. The division chiefs all over Bairen City are nothing..." He said in this investigation
He was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. Everyone knew that he was doomed, and everyone who had ideas rushed over to step on him. For a while, Dugu had already put on the hat of being the second most proposed person.
Zhao Manxiong kept a gentle smile. After listening to the complaints of his subordinates for five minutes: "Comrades, complaining will not solve the problem. You have already known: this is an ideal job. The only thing that can support you is the ideal.
.What does the small setback in front of us mean to our ideals? Comrades, we are growing stronger and maturing day by day. It is normal for some people to feel afraid, and you must understand it."
Wu Mu asked: "So about the investigation of our work content..."
"Tell them whatever they want to know, and show them whatever they want to see. We have nothing to hide," Zhao Manxiong said, "but any access to files, copying of materials, and conversations must leave relevant written records.
Documents, especially conversations, must have audio recordings or transcripts signed and confirmed by all parties to the conversation. Non-members of the investigation team and non-corresponding members are not allowed to conduct cross-scope investigations."
"Understood."
"You all go to work. Keep doing the work you are doing." Zhao Manxiong said, "Leave some wood at noon."
"Xiaowu, I've read your inspection," Zhao Manxiong took out a document from his desk, "I've made the modifications for you. But my opinion is that you can come down, but don't hand it in."
"Is this okay?" Wu Mu took it hesitantly.
"If the form develops to that point, you can use this to deliver an oral review at the meeting instead of submitting a written draft." Zhao Manxiong said, "The written review must be entered into the archives..."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Zhao Manxiong moved his fat body in the wicker chair, "It's just a verbal review, don't take it seriously..."
"I am fully mentally prepared now..."
"Don't be burdened. You are not proposing alone. Even if it is him, the organization will not give up on him." Zhao Manxiong said, "We have encountered some temporary setbacks now, but only with setbacks can we make progress. No matter where you work
, we must all remember this.”
"7648, get up!" Following the loud shouts of the jailer and the sound of the iron door opening, Liu Fuqing walked into the corridor of the single cell.
The door of the cell had been opened. It was very clean inside, without the dirty stench of the Ming Dynasty prison. A relatively young man staggered up from the wooden bed, looked at Liu Fuqing feebly, and whispered: "
This is for congratulations."
"Lin Ming, your problem has been clarified." Liu Fuqing said, "You are lucky. You didn't get involved."
Lin Ming was tortured to the point of being tortured day and night. Fortunately, the prison of the thief Kun was different from that of the Ming Dynasty. It was clean and there was no abuse by the prison guards. After the interrogation, he was finally allowed to have a good rest for a few days. This was considered a reprieve.
Energized. Although he was mentally exhausted at this moment, he still heard the words "You're lucky". He couldn't help but trembled all over. He raised his head and said hesitantly: "You mean..."
"Yes, you're fine, you won't die." Liu Fuqing smiled and said, "Just follow me."
Lin Ming looked at the sunshine outside the window, almost unable to open his eyes. How many days had he not seen the sun? Ever since he was arrested, he had completely lost the concept of time. All he saw day and night was the eternity.
Extinguished gas lamp.
The interrogation of Bandit Kun was an eye-opener for him. Maybe this word was a bit bitter when used on him. But for the first time, Lin Ming knew that there were interrogations in the world that did not use whips or torture tools. Although he heard the screams accidentally
Sheng Zhong knew that the Kun thief probably had more terrifying torture instruments than the Ming Dynasty, but he completely collapsed during the second round of interrogation, which was very disappointing. He vaguely remembered that he cried so much that he lay on the ground with tears and snot in his nose, begging for interrogation.
The officer allowed himself to close his eyes for a while.
What exactly did he confess? His already confused mind couldn't figure it out at all. He probably told him everything, even how many wives and concubines he had, and what positions he used when having sex with them on the bed.
.In order to be able to hit a ton, the thief will ask whatever he wants.
But why did the thief bring him here now? He probably knows that the rule of law of the thief is extremely harsh. If he were part of that mysterious colleague, he would have either been hanged by now or in the frightening hard labor field.
He suffered a lot and slowly "worked himself to death".
Since I have nothing to do with the case, I can probably escape this terrible ending. However, as a member of the Jinyiwei, I changed my name and sneaked into Lingao, so I am afraid it will not be so easy for me to get through.
I wonder how my sister-in-law is doing now...
Just when he was thinking wildly, the door opened, and a young man walked in. Lin Ming stood up as if he was radiant.
"Take a seat." The visitor was young but not very handsome. "I am the Director of the Ming Dynasty Division of the Foreign Intelligence Service: Li Yan."
Lin Ming nodded mechanically. He had no idea what these titles meant.
"As a member of the Imperial Guard of the Ming Dynasty, you changed your appearance and sneaked into Lingao. You should know what this behavior is called."
"Yes," Lin Ming said calmly, "Chief, I don't have any ill intentions towards the Senate when I come to Gao. I am purely here to find Li Yongxun."
"If you have taken on a mission, do you think you can sit down and talk to me like this?" The director of the Ming Dynasty sneered, "Lin Baihu, it seems that you are not satisfied with the situation you have fallen into today.
I still feel aggrieved by the situation.”
"No, no, I'm not wronged," Lin Ming said quickly, lowering his head, "I brought the blame on myself..."
Li Yan took out a box of cigarettes: "Smoke one?"
Lin Ming was not in the habit of smoking cigarettes, but out of the desire to please, he stretched out his trembling hand to take it. Li Yan struck a match and lit it for him. Lin Ming was surprised and quickly put the cigarette up. .
The smoke was pungent and bitter, and Lin Ming felt choked and started to cough. Li Yan smiled and said, "How about it, I'm not used to it."
"Yes, yes, I didn't smoke much in Ming Dynasty. Smoking was banned by the imperial court..."
"This is not the place of the imperial court, you can feel free to smoke," Li Yan said, looking at the haggard man in front of him, with a gray complexion and about to collapse at the slightest wind. He still married five wives. ?Still targeting his sister-in-law? If the information Liu San had not provided proved this, he would have thought that Lin Ming was bragging. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!