Chapter 1360

In the office of the Party Committee Secretary of Daguang Group, Wei Hongwen stood in front of the window holding a teacup, watching the snowflakes drifting down outside. The expression on his face was very solemn.

He knew about Yu Zhengyi's arrest and what happened at Jingqi, but wanting to topple Dong Yujun based on just these things was probably a bit difficult.

Because this matter had already attracted the attention of quite a few big shots, and the boss behind him and the boss behind Dong Yujun were also fighting fiercely and would absolutely not express their stance easily.

Therefore, without being sure of striking the other party down with one blow, he wouldn't make a move easily to avoid being caught by the other party.

He was waiting for an opportunity. As for what opportunity and when it would come, he didn't know either.

But he knew that if he couldn't wait for an opportunity this time, it would be even more difficult to deal with Dong Yujun in the future.

"Pop, pop, pop..."

Just then, the office door was knocked.

Wei Hongwen picked up his teacup, took a sip, returned to sit behind his desk, and only then called out.

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open, and the one who entered was Mao Hongfang, which made Wei Hongwen very surprised.

Mao Hongfang was Dong Yujun's capable general; no matter what happened, this guy was always the one charging at the front.

Usually, when he saw him, he was very respectful on the surface, but he knew very well in his heart that he must have cursed him behind his back many times.

And for so many years, the number of times this guy had come to his office could be counted on one hand.

Even if he came, it was because he had no choice and had important documents that needed his signature.

"Secretary!"

Mao Hongfang entered with a smile on his face, stepping lightly and bending his waist slightly.

If he were castrated and given a horsetail whisk, he would look even more like a eunuch.

"I have a very important matter to report to you."

"Comrade Mao Hongfang." Wei Hongwen didn't let him sit, his tone indifferent: "What is it? Speak."

Mao Hongfang straightened his waist because he was too fat and it was uncomfortable to keep bending over.

"I just returned from the Chaoyang District Urban Construction Bureau; the high-end residential project has been frozen."

Wei Hongwen's eyes narrowed, staring fixedly at Mao Hongfang.

Mao Hongfang's waist bent again: "Secretary, at the time Dong Yujun convened the Party Committee meeting and insisted on acquiring the high-end residential project, I was actually opposed to it.

But he acted like a dictator in the group, and intimidated by his power, I could only submit. But this time, because of Dong Yujun's stubbornness, he caused irreparable major losses to our group. I feel uneasy, so I decided to report this situation to you."

Wei Hongwen laughed, stood up, and personally poured a cup of tea for Mao Hongfang.

"Comrade Hongfang, regardless of the past, I am very gratified that you can see clearly and stand on the path of justice for the sake of the group's interests."

Wei Hongwen handed the teacup to Mao Hongfang: "Drink some water first, then speak slowly."

Mao Hongfang stood up, flattered: "Thank you, Secretary, thank you, Secretary."

Wei Hongwen waved his hand with a smile: "What else? Continue."

More than twenty minutes later, Wei Hongwen hurried out of the group, got in his car, and left.

And at this time, Dong Yujun also knew about Jingqi being investigated, Yu Zhengyi being arrested, and Wang Shengfu being missing.

But he didn't have much worry. As long as there were no problems with the project, their deaths had nothing to do with him, damn it.

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And at this time, Fan Zhenyu seemed to have aged a lot. He sat in the study, eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fan family eldest son Fan Mingqing sat silently on the opposite sofa, his eyes bloodshot.

Fan Zhenyu's two daughters were also there, their faces very haggard.

Eldest daughter Fan Liyun gritted her teeth and said: "That bastard Zhao Minsheng, I bore children for his Zhao family, and this is how he treats me?"

Younger sister Fan Limin grabbed her sister's hand: "If you want to divorce, then divorce. If you don't divorce now, your life won't be easy in the future either."

Fan Liyun's tears fell down: "If it weren't for our Fan family's support, could his Zhao family have today? Now that something happened, it's one thing that they don't reach out to help, but they actually want to divorce me to achieve the goal of completely cutting ties with our Fan family."

"Sigh!"

Fan Limin sighed: "There's no other way. Anyway, the children are all grown up, so you don't have to worry."

Fan Zhenyu kept his eyes closed, his mind constantly replaying the old man's words from yesterday.

"Er Ya Zi, so many brothers and sisters followed us to conquer the world. They weren't afraid of death or bloodshed. What was it for?"

The old man called him by his childhood nickname for the first time in his life, which greatly touched his cold heart.

Yet he couldn't answer the old man's question because his actions had already deviated from his original intention.

He watched the old man sitting by the heater, the fire reflecting on his aged face. So, they had all grown old.

The old man asked him if he had resentment in his heart.

He still didn't know how to answer. To say he had no hatred in his heart would be a lie.

But thinking of those brothers and sisters who sacrificed for the revolution and for the New China, how could he have the qualifications to hate?

The old man didn't say anything more, invited him to a home-cooked meal in the evening, and finally told him.

The case of the Ganjiang Province Organization Department Head being shot to death more than ten years ago must have a result.

Fan Zhenyu slowly opened his eyes, looked at his eldest daughter, and said to Fan Mingqing.

"Where is the second one?"

Fan Mingqing's voice was a bit hoarse: "He has already gone out; he is very safe."

"Let him come back." Fan Zhenyu seemed to have used all his strength to say this sentence.

"What?"

Not only Fan Mingqing, but even the two daughters looked at their father in disbelief.

If Fan Mingyuan came back, it would be a dead end.

"Dad!" Fan Liyun's face was pale: "The second one cannot come back."

"Eldest sister is right," Fan Limin said urgently: "Second brother coming back is just sending himself to death; he cannot come back."

Fan Mingqing's throat rolled, his eyes full of despair.

"Is the old man..."

Fan Zhenyu slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again. His hands, tightly gripping the chair armrests, had bulging veins.

"That case from back then must have a conclusion. If he doesn't come back, there will be no way out for us."

As soon as the words fell, the strength in Fan Zhenyu's body instantly disappeared. He slumped in the chair, struggling to open his mouth.

"Mingqing, resign tomorrow."

"Dad!" Fan Mingqing stood up abruptly: "You..."

Fan Zhenyu waved his hand: "Be wise and protect yourself. If you are still sitting in that position, our Fan family will have even greater disasters."

No one spoke anymore, their eyes filled with despair.

For them, once they lost power, it was truly worse than death.

Fan Zhenyu waved his hand: "Go. Handle the things around you. We'll return to our hometown, farm some land, raise some pigs; it'll be quite nice."

The guards for this courtyard, which once symbolized power, had already been withdrawn. Fan Mingqing didn't even know how he walked out.

He stood at the main gate, looking up at the gloomy sky, letting the snowflakes drift onto his face.

His heart was colder than the winter temperature in Beijing. The cold from the inside out made him feel despair.