Chapter 1871

Liu Wei had spent the whole night at a dance hall and had just returned, preparing to sleep, when he received Kong Xingzhong's call.

This guy yawned, sat on the sofa, and took out a cigarette to light it.

"Xingzhong, in my eyes, you are a very steady and capable person. How have you become so impatient lately?"

Liu Wei's tone was very flat, but Kong Xingzhong could hear that he was already a bit dissatisfied with him.

"Chairman Liu!" Kong Xingzhong took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down: "Zhou Andong has filed a real-name report against Zhang Jingkuan, and he has already submitted the reporting materials to the Commission for Discipline Inspection."

Liu Wei only frowned slightly, his tone remaining just as flat.

"Is this the big event you're talking about?"

Kong Xingzhong let out a long breath; Liu Wei's words were clear—this didn't count as an event.

"To you, Chairman Liu, it certainly doesn't count as an event, but to me, it is a big event."

Liu Wei yawned again and said, forcing himself through his sleepiness: "Whether Zhang Jingkuan lives or dies is none of our business. If China Construction Bank stops cooperating with us because of this, we'll just switch to another bank.

As for you, if the authorities come to you for cooperation in the investigation, just cooperate properly. Say what you need to say, don't add oil or vinegar, and leave the rest to me to handle."

"Thank you, Chairman Liu, thank you, Chairman Liu." Kong Xingzhong said "thank you" repeatedly.

"Alright!" Liu Wei took a drag of his cigarette and then pressed the remaining half into the ashtray: "I didn't sleep all night last night; I'm going to catch up on sleep. Don't disturb me again."

After finishing, Liu Wei put down the phone, went upstairs, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

After Kong Xingzhong put down the phone, his anxious heart finally settled.

"It's fine. If the authorities come to you, just cooperate honestly and say what you need to say."

Kong Xinghua asked hesitantly: "Is... is it really fine?"

Kong Xingzhong snorted coldly: "This is a big event in our eyes, but it doesn't count as an event to Chairman Liu. Since he said we will be fine, then we will be fine."

Kong Xinghua nodded: "Brother, this matter can't just end like this."

"End like this?" Kong Xingzhong gave a sinister laugh: "This matter doesn't count for much in the eyes of Chairman Liu and the others, but it has brought some trouble, big or small, to Zhongbao. Chairman Liu and the others will absolutely not let Zhou Andong off.

Just wait. It's not just Future Culture anymore; even Xurishang, Jiang Xiaobai, and the entire Yugong Group—he won't be able to protect any of it."

When Kong Xinghua heard this, he became excited, but then said with some worry.

"I'm just afraid the Jian family will intervene."

"The Jian family?" Kong Xingzhong snorted: "As long as all the directors of Zhongbao reach a consensus, the Jian family will have to pay a price if they want to protect Yugong Group.

Besides, one can see from the Future Culture incident that Zhou Andong's relationship with the Jian family is not exactly harmonious."

Kong Xingzhong's spirits lifted: "Brother, if we get Yugong Group, can we get a piece of the pie?"

Kong Xingzhong pondered for a moment: "Getting some benefits is certainly no problem, but Yugong Group is too big a piece of fat; it would be good enough if we could just drink some soup."

Kong Xinghua became more excited as he spoke: "Even a mouthful of soup is oilier than the meat of Future Culture."

While these two guys were having their sweet dream, the news of Zhou Andong reporting Zhang Jingkuan had already spread through half of the capital.

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Dongcheng District Cadre Rest Home!

In a corner of a small leisure plaza, Old Yang sat in a rocking chair, looking at a newspaper in his hand.

Old Cao sat on a stone stool nearby, with a stone table in front of him, on which were a pot of tea and two teacups.

"This Zhou Andong really lives up to his reputation. He doesn't act unless he has to, but once he does, he hits those little brats right in their weak spot."

Old Yang put down the newspaper and reached for the teacup on the stone table: "With just this level of force, let alone those few little brats, even this Zhang Jingkuan won't die."

"Didn't it also say above?" Old Cao laughed: "Zhou Andong is also offering a million-yuan reward for evidence of Zhang Jingkuan's illegal and disciplinary violations."

Old Yang took a sip of the somewhat cold tea: "A million yuan. It will indeed make people crazy, but Zhang Jingkuan was able to sit in the position of Vice President of China Construction Bank; he's no fool. How could he easily let people get a handle on him?"

Old Cao said unconvinced: "If that's what you say, how did Zhou Andong get it? And he even filed a real-name report and sent the evidence to the Commission for Discipline Inspection."

"In this world, how many Zhou Andongs are there?"

Old Yang put the teacup on the stone table, and the rocking chair began to sway gently.

"Just because Zhou Andong can get it doesn't mean others can. It's impossible for everyone to be Zhou Andong."

Old Cao stopped talking, because he felt that what Old Yang said still made some sense.

Old Yang closed his eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun on his body; the whole person looked very satisfied.

"I think Zhou Andong's goal in doing this is not Zhang Jingkuan, but Kong Xingzhong."

Old Cao pondered for a moment: "Zhang Jingkuan and Zhongbao have a close relationship; the role Kong Xingzhong plays in this is self-evident. If Zhang Jingkuan has a problem, it will definitely implicate Kong Xingzhong."

"Correct!" Old Yang nodded: "Kong Xingzhong is a dog raised by those few little brats. If Zhou Andong knocks Kong Xingzhong off his horse, those little brats will lose both face and substance."

Old Cao shook his head: "Those few little brats couldn't possibly not protect Kong Xingzhong. Relying solely on Zhang Jingkuan's case to knock Kong Xingzhong off his horse is not very realistic."

Old Yang rested his hands on the armrests of the rocking chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

"Zhou Andong has made such a big commotion; it's impossible that he doesn't see this point."

Old Cao frowned: "I also feel that it's all real-name reports and million-yuan rewards—it looks powerful, but to those few little brats, it's neither painful nor itchy."

"The main thing is that Zhang Jingkuan's life or death is irrelevant to them. After all, if there's no Zhang Jingkuan, there's Zhao Jingkuan, Qian Jingkuan, Sun Jingkuan, Li Jingkuan. If you can't cooperate with Construction Bank, there's the Industrial and Commercial Bank, the Bank of Communications, the Agricultural Bank."

Old Yang opened his eyes, his voice becoming low.

"So, I feel that Zhou Andong will have further actions; that will be the real trump card."

"There will still be a trump card?"

Old Cao stood up, hands behind his back, pacing back and forth on the spot.

"Can you guess what his next move will be?"

Old Yang shook his head: "Can't guess!"

Old Cao said in a somewhat heavy tone: "This will put us in a very passive position."

"There's no way around that." Old Yang gave a bitter laugh: "What we need to do now is help Zhou Andong add some force and take down Kong Xingzhong first."

Old Cao stopped his pace and then nodded: "Correct, break Kong Xingzhong's dog leg first."

Old Yang looked at Old Cao: "Are you going, or am I?"

"I'll go." Old Cao picked up his coat hanging on a nearby tree branch: "I'm more familiar with the Commission for Discipline Inspection than you are."