Chapter 1697: I Fear Nothing
Du Youwei, standing behind, tilted her head to look at Guan Shengjie.
"When you have time, invite Dongzi out. I want to have a good chat with him about the reflections drawn from this case; I want to do a special feature."
"If you want to invite him, do it yourself." Guan Shengjie shook his head helplessly: "This guy only recognizes the one who feeds him. He's easy to talk to when he needs something from me, but otherwise, my face doesn't carry any weight."
Du Youwei chuckled: "If I speak, will he agree?"
"He will!" Guan Shengjie's tone was very certain: "He might not give face to me, his brother, but he will definitely give face to this sister-in-law."
"What sister-in-law." Du Youwei rolled her eyes at Guan Shengjie: "Watch your wording."
Guan Shengjie laughed: "It's only a matter of time."
Du Youwei huffed, a faint, imperceptible smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Because there were too many people, Zhou Andong did not see Guan Shengjie and Du Youwei behind the crowd.
"When rules and power are placed above the lives of citizens, it will inevitably lead to a conflict between urban management systems and the reality of citizens' survival, and this incident is proof of that.
Zhao Kun's loss of personal freedom and political rights interrogates the boundaries of the urban management power of public authorities. It cannot be denied that urban development requires management.
However, the method of good governance must begin with ideology. We must reflect amidst the conflict between civil rights and the power of the rule of law, deeply rooting the spirit of putting people first into the urban management system.
Otherwise, the exercise of power will not only run counter to people's kind wishes but will also become the culprit threatening public interests.
Especially when power is unchecked and wantonly abused, it can only become a nightmare and a disaster for the public..."
Having said this, Zhou Andong cupped his hands: "Thank you all, let's stop here for today."
"Chairman Zhou, would you mind answering one question?"
A young girl smiled sweetly, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, wanting to use her beauty to trade for Zhou Andong answering her a question.
Who was Zhou Andong? How could he not agree to this beautiful reporter?
"Go ahead, I will only answer one question for you."
The beautiful reporter's smile became even more radiant: "What is your evaluation of Zhao Kun as a person?"
"Zhao Kun?" Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I only have two words for him: honest and dutiful."
"Ah?" The beautiful reporter was a bit disappointed: "Is it that simple?"
"Zhao Kun is a farmer; his background is simple, his life is simple. He was originally a simple person, so I can only evaluate him simply."
Having said this, Zhou Andong scanned the crowd: "Finally, I will give everyone a piece of advice: never bully an honest person, because there is a Buddha in the body of an honest person, and the Buddha suppresses the demon.
Once you push over the Buddha in the heart of an honest person, what you will face is the demon in his heart."
Zhou Andong left, while those reporters still stood in place, pondering the words Zhou Andong left behind.
Dong Herong brought the extremely nervous Gong Juhua to meet at the restaurant at noon.
Gong Juhua knew she had made a huge mistake just now, so she was restless the moment she saw Zhou Andong.
Zhou Andong comforted her with a smile: "Big Sister Gong, it's fine, I'm not blaming you, no need to be so nervous. Besides, today is a joyous day, we should celebrate properly."
Gong Juhua had been keeping her head down, secretly glancing at Zhou Andong. Seeing the smile on his face, she confirmed he really wasn't blaming her, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry, I really didn't think that much just now."
Zhou Andong waved his hand: "What's past is past, let's not talk about it."
Dong Herong let out a long sigh: "I can breathe a sigh of relief for now, I'll be able to sleep well tonight."
Zhou Andong nodded: "Rest well for two days, I estimate the Huang family will definitely appeal."
Dong Herong laughed: "Huang Fan's rotten affairs have been exposed by you, Huang Taichang will have to accept an investigation very soon. Mainly, without Huang Taichang obstructing from the middle, the Provincial High Court has a very high probability of upholding the original verdict.
Even if it is remanded for retrial, the Municipal Intermediate Court won't slap its own face; the result won't be any worse."
Zhou Andong shook his head: "Don't pin your hopes on Huang Taichang accepting an investigation."
Dong Herong said: "Huang Fan's rotten affairs, if it were me or someone else exposing them, it wouldn't have much impact on Huang Taichang.
After all, his affairs definitely involve quite a few people, and the city will also try to find ways to suppress it, reducing the impact to a minimum. But you are different; your influence is too great. Words spoken from your mouth will definitely be taken very seriously by the Yangcheng side."
At this moment, Guan Shengjie and Du Youwei entered, and Zhou Andong beckoned: "Sit down, we were just waiting for you two."
The two sat down, and Du Youwei said: "Chairman Zhou, I have a favor to ask of you, can you do it?"
"What a thing to say." Zhou Andong patted his chest: "For Sister Wei to ask me to do something, that's looking up to me. Tell me, as long as I can do it, I guarantee I'll get it done for you."
Du Youwei laughed: "It's not a big deal, when you have time, let's chat about this case, I want to do a special feature."
"Is that all?" Zhou Andong said very readily: "No problem."
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April 1, 1994, the twenty-first day of the second lunar month, Friday!
Jiangzhou!
Today is the day the Martyrs' Cemetery renovation and expansion project begins, and Jian Qiu returned last night.
Early this morning, all the directors of the group arrived, and then together with the city leaders, they went to the parking lot halfway up the mountain of the cemetery.
At this time, the commander and political commissar of the Jiangzhou Military Sub-district, as well as quite a few leaders, had already arrived.
As soon as the two sides met, Chen Wenqi first introduced Jian Qiu and the directors of the Yugong Group to the leaders of the Military Sub-district.
After a round of pleasantries, the group walked toward the cemetery gate.
Jian Qiu was carrying a big belly, walking somewhat slowly, and everyone was accommodating her.
Arriving at the entrance, Wu Huilin, who had been supporting Jian Qiu the whole time, hesitated for a moment.
"Qiuqiu, you are pregnant, do you really want to go in?"
Hearing her words, everyone was stunned, and then looked at Jian Qiu.
The leaders of the Military Sub-district naturally wouldn't be superstitious, and Chen Wenqi and Deng Zhangli and the others wouldn't believe these things either.
But they all knew Wu Huilin was from Xiangjiang and believed very strongly in things like Feng Shui.
Moreover, there was also a taboo among the folk in Jiangzhou against pregnant women attending funerals or going to places like graveyards.
Jian Qiu looked up at the four large characters "Martyrs' Cemetery" on the top of the front, and said softly.
"When I was young, I was very afraid of the dark, and didn't dare to walk at night because I was afraid of running into ghosts. My grandfather, my father, and my mother often told me that there are no ghosts in this world, and I didn't need to be afraid.
But I was still afraid, even now I am afraid. But coming here, not only am I not afraid, but there is a kind of power in my heart that makes me fear nothing."
As she spoke, Jian Qiu stroked her belly with both hands: "I believe my child won't be afraid either, because those who reside here are the predecessors who sacrificed themselves for this country and its people.
When they were alive, they bled and sacrificed to protect us. I believe their heroic spirits will still protect us, letting our country prosper and the people live in peace and contentment." ===== CHAPTER 1698 =====
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