Chapter 656

"Tomorrow, have someone go to the Tianjin Automobile Manufacturing Plant and order three Dahas." Zhou Andong turned his head and said to An Jing, "I see Officer Zhang and the others are still riding sidecars when they go out on duty. It's fine in the summer, but it's too miserable in the winter.

Especially in Wang Fujing, a commercial street like this has a huge flow of customers every day, and there are quite a few international friends. Police vehicles are seriously insufficient. If any situation arises and they can't get out on duty in time, it's not just the interests of the people that are damaged, but also the face of the nation.

As an enterprise, we must support the work of the police station and donate three police vehicles to alleviate the current situation of insufficient police patrol vehicles at the Wang Fujing Police Station.

Supporting the police station's daily patrol, prevention, and control work, as well as the crackdown on illegal and criminal activities, to create a good social environment for the harmonious stability of Beijing's economy and society and for the people to live and work in peace."

Zhang Zhonghui was instantly excited, as were Dajiang and the others; they were so excited they couldn't speak.

Their station had two vans, and they were both discarded by the branch bureau. It was only because they were the Wang Fujing Police Station that they were given them at all.

"Thank you, thank you, sincerely thank you." Zhang Zhonghui didn't stand on ceremony either, gripping Zhou Andong's hand tightly. For them, this wasn't a matter of being polite.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "It's often said that the police and the people are one family. Seeing that your police vehicles are insufficient, I don't feel good in my heart either. You use your lives to escort us, and we can only use our sincerity to provide you with good support."

Zhang Zhonghui was so moved he didn't know what to say, just kept saying thank you.

After a good while, Zhang Zhonghui finally calmed down: "Chairman Zhou, if there's anything in the future, just give a shout. Anything within our duty, we will never refuse."

"No problem!" Zhou Andong said: "If there's anything you can't solve, I'll definitely look for you. Who else should I look for when I, a person of the people, encounter trouble, if not you, the People's Police?"

Zhang Zhonghui laughed heartily and waved his hand: "Get in the car!"

Dajiang and the others all greeted Zhou Andong. Before Zhang Zhonghui got in the car, he asked Zhou Andong: "What do you want to do?"

A smile that was hard to detect curled up at the corner of Zhou Andong's mouth: "A person like Gao Zong is an unstable element. If he isn't sent inside, he will definitely cause you big trouble in the future. So wait a few days, and then give him another chance."

Zhang Zhonghui didn't say anything more and turned to get into the car.

Watching them leave, An Jing said: "Donating three Dahas isn't as good as donating one Santana."

Zhou Andong smiled: "If I donated a Santana, they wouldn't be able to keep it. If I donated it to them one day, it would be borrowed by the branch bureau leaders the next. Even with these three Dahas, it would be good if they could keep two."

An Jing asked: "Have the security guards arrived?"

"They have!" Zhou Andong said: "I've arranged them all at the Beijing Hotel. Come over with me to take a look, select eight people, and bring them over. As for the rest, when the balcony show starts tonight, have them hide in the crowd."

An Jing said: "Will Gao Zong still target us to cause trouble?"

"He definitely will!" Zhou Andong said: "But I estimate there won't be anything tonight; we need to be strictly on guard tomorrow and the day after."

An Jing nodded: "Let's go!"

The two walked toward the Mercedes parked across the road and then got into the car.

Gao Zong soon found out that Qi Hong had been caught. He sat in his office with a gloomy face, cursing incessantly.

"What a fucking idiot. He couldn't even handle this little thing. It was a waste of the five thousand I gave you."

At this time, a young man knocked on the door and entered: "General Manager Gao, what do you need me for?"

Gao Zong said: "Qi Hong has been caught."

The young man was stunned: "How could he be caught?"

"That idiot went to Dicos to eat..."

Gao Zong recounted the matter as if he had seen it with his own eyes, very detailed.

The young man didn't feel that Qi Hong had done anything wrong. On the contrary, he thought that Qi Hong had done very well in seizing every opportunity to strike at Dicos. It was just that his luck was a bit poor; the other side had installed a surveillance system.

But he didn't dare say this. If the boss said Qi Hong was an idiot, then he was an idiot.

"What should we do?"

Gao Zong leaned against the wide chair back, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest: "Get Chen Erhei for me."

"I'll go right now." He turned and left.

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At the Central Inspection Commission, in the No. 3 small conference room, Minister Quan Guoxiang was watching the television, and the more he watched, the uglier his face became.

When the television finished playing, Quan Guoxiang picked up a letter in his hand and lowered his head to read it.

After a good while, he raised his head and said to the secretary beside him: "Contact the Development Commission and ask if Chen Zhaoru has returned."

"Okay!" The secretary walked away quickly, and a few minutes later, returned to the conference room, "Not yet, he's still in Jiangzhou."

Quan Guoxiang said: "Contact Jiangzhou immediately and have Chen Zhaoru return."

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In Jiangzhou, at the Municipal Committee, in the large conference room, all the team members were present, not one missing, but the atmosphere inside the conference room was very oppressive.

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli's faces were terrifyingly gloomy.

Jian Minglang held his teacup, raised it in front of him, swept a glance at the others, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Zhaoru looked at Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli with a cheerful smile: "I am very optimistic about Jiangzhou's development. However, the city's southward expansion plan still needs to be verified by experts; you can't just launch it on a whim.

With such a large engineering plan, once a mistake appears, the losses will be in the hundreds of millions. Who can afford to take responsibility?"

This old guy had been discharged from the hospital yesterday and then toured around Jiangzhou. He had originally intended to go to the winery, but in the end, he didn't go.

Now, the winery was a private enterprise and had had a conflict with Zhou Andong. If he had gone, he probably wouldn't even have been able to get through the front gate. By then, his face would have fallen to the ground, and he wouldn't have been able to pick it up even if he wanted to.

Today, a team meeting was convened. This old guy had stopped Jiangzhou's city southward expansion plan, which made Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli want to kill him.

But they had no way to deal with it. Because the city southward expansion involved too many projects—roads, tunnels, bridges—the provincial government didn't have the authority to approve it.

But the provincial government was very supportive and had personally gone to the higher-ups to run around for it. No one thought there would be any problem with this matter, so they started implementing it before the approval procedures were down.

But they never expected that Chen Zhaoru would come down specifically for this matter. And this old guy was the one in charge; if he opposed it, no one could do anything.

Chen Zhaoru sneered in his heart: Aren't you, Zhou Andong, building some bullshit urban complex in the south of the city? I'll just block Jiangzhou's southward expansion plan, cut your bullshit complex in half, and make you lose money until you die.

"If you ask me, Jiangzhou's urban development doesn't lie in southward expansion, but in internal reform. For example, Comrade Minglang's old city renovation plan—this is the path your Jiangzhou truly needs to take."

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli, including the other team members, all looked at Jian Minglang in unison.

Just when Chen Zhaoru and Jian Minglang were feeling triumphant, the conference room door was knocked on.

Cheng Zhanjun took a deep breath: "Come in!"

The office director pushed the door open, glanced at Chen Zhaoru, and whispered something in Cheng Zhanjun's ear.

Cheng Zhanjun was stunned, and then a smile that was thought-provoking appeared on his face, and he looked at Chen Zhaoru.