Chapter 2849

Sun Chunfang stood up, smiling as she looked at Jiang Weihong: "Vice President Jiang, thank you for your cooperation."

"Ha!" Han Hui laughed inexplicably, holding the enamel basin as he walked out, singing as he went: "Honghu water, oh waves, oh waves beating waves, Honghu shore, oh is oh hometown..."

Zhang Lianhe pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger, his gaze sharp as he swept over Jiang Weihong and the others, then slowly rose to his feet, speaking in a light tone yet laden with oppressive force.

"Have you forgotten your oath upon joining the Party, forgotten the original purpose of the Union's founding?"

No one answered him. Zhang Lianhe turned and walked out, stopping at the doorway, but without turning back he said: "We've worked together for so many years, I truly hope no one falls behind on the path of national rejuvenation."

Sun Chunfang gave Jiang Weihong, whose face was grim, a slight smile, then turned and left.

Yang Zhimin took a deep breath, his iron-blue complexion easing considerably, but his tone when speaking remained very stiff: "We've been deceived."

Deputy Factory Manager Liu Sheng sighed: "To stop Zhou Andong from entering the Union, we didn't hesitate to offend the president, yet in the end we still lost, and lost utterly."

Zhou Andong concurrently serves as Deputy Secretary of the Party Group, holding voting rights—this damn situation would be better if we just gave him some benefits.

"Things have come to this; from now on, we'll take it step by step." Yang Zhimin rose and walked out, not even glancing at Jiang Weihong.

This time, Yang Zhimin jumped the most in opposition to Zhou Andong, but behind the scenes, the instigator was Jiang Weihong. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was played by Qiao Mingkang.

After this, Jiang Weihong's prestige will surely drop significantly; to recover, he can only rely on political achievements. But the Enterprise Union is a service-oriented institution—how could political achievements come easily there?

Jiang Weihong was the last to leave, his face as black as a pot's bottom; he never dreamed the outcome would be like this. One could say this loss wasn't just his contest with Qiao Mingkang, but also his dignity.

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Yangcheng Bailu District Detention Center, a prison guard opened the iron door of a cell, stood at the doorway and shouted.

"Shen Wenli!"

"Here!" came a vigorous shout from inside the cell.

The prison guard smiled: "Your family has come to visit you—come on, go see your relatives."

Shen Wenli came out in the detention center uniform; his originally slender frame looked even more emaciated, and his hair, usually meticulously groomed, had been shaved into a buzz cut, but his spirit appeared quite good. He showed no signs of decadence or collapse despite the family upheaval and wrongful imprisonment.

"Warden Wang, did my family really come to see me?"

Warden Wang nodded: "Let's go!"

Shen Wenli felt no joy, only a tight frown. He didn't know who had schemed against him, but he clearly understood in his heart that the force behind this was immense—so great that all his connections had been paralyzed, rendered useless.

Otherwise, outside news couldn't possibly be completely blocked, leaving him utterly deaf and blind. Fortunately, the other side hadn't yet wanted to push things to the extreme, using extraordinary measures against him. If they had, he would surely suffer—whether he could endure it, he had no confidence at all.

Shen Wenli took a deep breath; since his arrest, no one from home had come to see him. He guessed it wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they faced overwhelming resistance, unable to get in, unable to see him.

Now suddenly being allowed to see him, the only explanation is that his family members were coerced, urged to hand over his shares.

"Damn it!" Shen Wenli gritted his teeth, squeezing out a curse from between his teeth: thinking of his wife and children threatened with death, his eyes turned red; if given the chance, he would truly slaughter those rats who capsized in the gutter.

As he entered the visitation room burning with anger, seeing his cousin Shen Wenqi, he was stunned for a moment.

"Wenqi, why is it you?"

Before Shen Wenqi could reply, Shen Wenli turned to Bai Hui, urgently asking: "Wife, how are the child and parents?"

Upon seeing Shen Wenli, Bai Hui's tears wouldn't stop flowing: "Your parents don't know what happened to you—don't worry, they're all fine."

"As long as they're fine, as long as they're fine." Shen Wenli very much wanted to hug his wife, but the guard was right there—surely not allowed to do so.

"Wife, Wenqi, how did you get permission to come see me? Were you threatened, urged to hand over my shares?"

Bai Hui first glanced at the guard, then looked toward Shen Wenqi. Because the guard was nearby, she didn't know whether she should speak.

Shen Wenqi gave a slight smile: "No special connection—when inmates receive family visits, guards must monitor nearby."

But Zhou Andong found connections, and they must be of the very strong kind; otherwise, he absolutely wouldn't have dared to offend Wu Hui, arranging for them to come see Shen Wenli.

Since Zhou Andong's connections are very strong, why didn't the guard give them private space to meet? There's only one possibility: Zhou Andong wants to use the guard's mouth to tell Wu Hui that he has come.

"This story is long—after you were arrested, your sister-in-law ran around desperately, willing to spend all her money to get you out.

Your former network of connections became completely useless—those friends and business partners wouldn't even see your sister-in-law's face, not even answer her calls..."

Shen Wenqi briefly recounted Bai Hui's ordeal in Yangcheng: "Your sister-in-law, at the end of her rope, came to Jingcheng to find me; hearing this, I was frantic, then thought of Zhou Andong."

"Zhou Andong?" A flash of light appeared in Shen Wenli's eyes: "Wenqi, you have connections with Zhou Andong!"

At this moment, a look of surprise flashed in the guard's eyes, then he gave Shen Wenqi a deep look.

Shen Wenqi shook his head slightly: "I have business cooperation with Zhou Andong, but I've only met him once. However, I get along well with Wu Hongkang, director of the Red Star Distillery, and Wu Hongkang and Zhou Andong are thick as thieves, so I went through him..."

The more Shen Wenli listened, the more excited he became; after Shen Wenqi finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, finally releasing the gloomy air pent up in his chest.

"Go back and tell Zhou Andong: I'll sell him all my shares, let those rats in the gutter get nothing—chickens flying, eggs breaking."

"No need!" Shen Wenqi said: "Zhou Andong wants your sister-in-law's shares because only by becoming a shareholder of the pharmaceutical factory can he justifiably intervene in your case."

"Exactly, exactly, this is what's called 'having a just cause.'" Shen Wenli nodded vigorously, then suddenly remembered an important question: "By the way, have you found out who's behind this?"

Shen Wenqi nodded: "That night, when I, my sister-in-law, and Zhou Andong met, Zhou Andong made a call and found out who the mastermind was."

Shen Wenli's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding grittily, and from between his teeth he forced out a single word: "Who?"