Chapter 1319

What He Liping was most concerned about now wasn't who posted the thread, but what consequences this post would cause. So she frowned her willow eyebrows and asked him with a worried face, "Old Zheng, let's not talk about this for now. We can investigate who posted the thread slowly later. Do you think this will cause any trouble? I see the reaction online is very big now."

He Liping's words seemed to be a wake-up call to a dreamer, making Zheng Tulu's head suddenly clear. He quickly sat up straight, stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "I'll talk to Director Zhu to see what his reaction is, and see if he can contact someone from the Propaganda Department to contact these websites and delete the post."

Zheng Tulu's idea dispelled much of He Liping's worries. If the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department came forward to contact these major websites to delete these posts, then there would be no more problems. So she walked to the sofa, sat down, and focused her attention on Zheng Tulu, watching him pick up the landline and dial Director Zhu.

As soon as the phone rang, the other party picked it up. Before Zheng Tulu could say "Hello," the extremely irritable voice of the one surnamed Zhu came from inside: "Old Zheng, do you know? I helped you with a favor this time, and I'm about to get myself involved!"

Zheng Tulu understood what the one surnamed Zhu was talking about in an instant, but still feigned ignorance and asked, "Old Zhu, how... how do you say that?"

The one surnamed Zhu said irritably, "Sigh! Old Zheng, don't you know yet! The matter of your daughter is spreading like wildfire online! Reporters came to the Personnel Department this morning to interview me, and I had them sent away. You say, how did this happen! How could it be posted online? Old Zheng, hurry down and investigate carefully who posted it, and pull the post! If it's not pulled, not only will Ruru's appointment as deputy section chief be halted, but you and I might both be implicated!"

"Old Zhu, look, you have more dealings with the Personnel Department and the Propaganda Department. Can you contact the Propaganda Department and have them contact the major websites to block this post?" Zheng Tulu said with lingering fear.

Hearing this, the one surnamed Zhu strongly opposed his idea and said very agitatedly, "Old Zheng, can you really think of that? This is something we violated regulations to do in the first place. Where would I have the face to go to the Propaganda Department? Isn't this equivalent to smearing my own face? You hurry up and investigate who posted it, and let the person who posted it pull the post first!" After finishing, the one surnamed Zhu hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, sighed with a sad face, and began to regret helping Zheng Tulu with this favor.

Listening to the busy signal from the phone hanging up, Zheng Tulu slowly took the phone away from his ear, his expression solemn, his gaze looking blankly at a certain place, lost in thought without saying a word.

He Liping, who had been sitting on the sofa waiting for news, saw that he had finished the call, so she quickly stood up and asked him anxiously, "Old Zheng, what did Director Zhu say? Are you contacting the Propaganda Department?"

Zheng Tulu suddenly remembered something, looked at her with a panicked expression, and arranged for her to do something, answering the question with something unrelated: "Liping, go and notify all personnel to hold a meeting in the conference room in twenty minutes!"

He Liping didn't know why Zheng Tulu suddenly made this decision. Seeing his expression was very heavy, she didn't ask anything, said "Oh," and walked out of the office to notify the various departments to hold a meeting in the conference room. After notifying the other departments, He Liping came to the Planning Section. After notifying them about the meeting, she said to Zhao Desan, who was wondering what the meeting was about, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, come out for a moment."

Looking at He Liping's heavy and thoughtful expression, Zhao Desan didn't know what had happened, so he lifted his chair and walked out of the office. He Liping was already waiting for him on the balcony at the end of the corridor. Seeing him walk out of the office, she nodded at him to signal him to come over.

"Sister He, what's the matter?" Zhao Desan was unable to suppress the joy in his heart due to the double blessing, and appeared somewhat happy, walking up and asking with a smile.

Seeing Zhao Desan looking so happy, He Liping was even more convinced that the post was posted online by him. She deliberately snorted and laughed, stared at him with demonic eyes, and asked, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, what's the matter, why do you look so happy?"

"I've always been like this, Sister He, you know that." Zhao Desan chuckled.

He Liping stared at his eyes sternly and said, "I'll ask you one thing, you must answer honestly!"

Zhao Desan didn't know what He Liping was going to ask him, so he said without thinking, "Sister He, go ahead and ask."

"Was the post posted online by you?" He Liping stared at his eyes and asked word by word.

Zhao Desan immediately reacted that He Liping had seen the post online, but how could he admit it was posted by him? What's more, it wasn't posted by him personally in the first place. So he paused, and immediately shook his head like a rattle, denying it vigorously: "No, no, it wasn't posted by me."

"I haven't even said what post it is, and you're already shaking your head." He Liping rolled her eyes at him and said, that look seeming to have already determined that the post was posted by Zhao Desan.

Damn! I was tricked by this woman! Zhao Desan really wanted to slap his own head, thinking that the post wasn't posted by him, so why did he feel guilty like a thief! "Aren't you talking about the post about Zheng Ru being promoted to deputy section chief?" In order not to look too nervous and guilty, Zhao Desan's expression immediately took a 180-degree turn, and he looked at He Liping with a grin and said.

"Was it posted by you?" He Liping stared at him and asked.

"Sister He, how can you suspect it was me?" Zhao Desan asked back with a calm and composed smile.

"Was it you?" He Liping repeated it again, staring at his eyes like a shuttle, with an aggressive momentum, as if she had already determined that it was Zhao Desan who was playing tricks.

This made Zhao Desan anxious. He was afraid that the more calm and composed he appeared, the more it would make He Liping notice something wrong. Although it wasn't posted by him, it was after all under his instigation behind the scenes that Xia Jian did this. And at this time, it wasn't convenient to betray Xia Jian. So Liu Hairu appeared somewhat anxious and raised his voice: "Sister He, I, Zhao Desan, am a man when I stand up! A real man takes responsibility for his actions! Do I have any need to lie to you!" As he spoke, he patted his chest twice to show his innocence.

Seeing Zhao Desan's expressionless and calm appearance, He Liping thought, could it be that she suspected the wrong person? Her eyes moved, her expression changed slightly, and her tone softened a lot. She asked, "Really not you?"

"Sister He, are you suspecting me?" Zhao Desan asked back without changing his expression. After finishing, he felt his reaction wasn't strong enough, so he added, "Paper can't wrap fire. Who posted it will come to light sooner or later! Sister He, just wait and see!"

Seeing Zhao Desan's reaction was somewhat intense, He Liping's suspicion also wavered. She softened her tone, smiled slightly, and said, "I was just asking casually. If it wasn't you, then it wasn't you."

"Although I, Zhao Desan, look careless, I am definitely not a despicable person! If I did it, I would definitely take responsibility for my actions. But if I didn't do it, I wouldn't be forced to confess!" Zhao Desan stated his position and attitude to He Liping with a serious expression.

This serious appearance suddenly made He Liping feel that he was quite earnest. Not only was she amused by his stubbornness, but she also forgot her worries for a moment. She let out a series of silver-bell-like laughter, rolled her eyes at him with her beautiful eyes, and said, "If it wasn't you, then it wasn't you. Why say it so seriously, as if your Sister He was forcing you to admit it. Alright, hurry up and go upstairs to hold the meeting." Saying this, she walked toward the stairs.

Zhao Desan followed her steps and asked her in a low voice, "Sister He, is the meeting related to this matter?"

He Liping tilted her head to look at him, didn't give a direct response, and only said, "You'll know when you go up."

Arriving at the conference room, it was pitch black inside, and it was already full of people. When Zhao Desan went in, the gaze of Zheng Tulu, who was sitting in the middle, fell on him. That gaze carried a cold murderous intent. At the moment his gaze met Zhao Desan's, it gave him a feeling of shivering, so he immediately lowered his head, avoided his gaze, and found a seat to sit down. The conference room was still whispering as usual before the meeting officially started. Perhaps it was because everyone saw Zheng Tulu's expression was very bad, so today's whispering was significantly weaker than usual.