Chapter 242

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Director Hui suddenly felt like a tiny ant; no matter how fast he ran, no matter how winding the turns, unless heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony all aligned, he would absolutely be unable to escape from the palm of their hand.

Seeing him wanting to speak but stopping, afraid to say anything, Chen Yi shook his head and said, "You, this kind of petty official."

After expressing a round of sighs, he spoke again: "The things you took are what I need to use. Where are they?"

"In the office safe." Once Director Hui said it, he suddenly felt relieved.

In a flash, he bitterly smiled in his heart again; he, a dignified section-level cadre, however many years of struggle, in the other's mouth had become a petty official.

Chen Yi tilted his chin at Lu Fan, who understood and went to retrieve the platinum. Director Hui took the opportunity to sip some tea to moisten his lungs, while simultaneously checking on his colleagues' situation... not to mention the director and section chiefs, even his own subordinates, those few people, were all huddled grayly in the corner, not daring to make contact with him.

"Beasts." Director Hui cursed a sentence, and returned carrying those two-plus liang of platinum fragments, the tension on his expression relaxed considerably. Only his mind kept turning over thoughts: Just what kind of deity is this!

Chen Yi took out the other half of the shell, fitted them together to compare, and sure enough it was the piece he had broken off. Then he asked again: "Is there a real appraisal report?"

Director Hui shook his head, then instantly said: "The platinum purity is 99%, that I remember clearly; the rest was just an elemental analysis."

"Used for counterfeiting?"

"It was done in a small factory on the East China Sea side; Jiangning has some too. I paid an extra 300 yuan rush fee." Since the fragments had already been returned to the other party, hiding and pinching them would only invite ridicule.

Yet Chen Yi revealed a hint of joy because of the 99% figure; this equaled income doubling, a single transaction earning over a hundred million more.

Sure enough, only a monopoly can generate excess profits.

"How about we test again?" Director Hui grinned: "Very fast."

"No need. You write down today's matter." Chen Yi said, putting his arm around his shoulder, entering the reception room, and asking the somewhat stunned front desk girl for paper and pen, then handing them to Director Hui.

"Write what?"

"Write a self-criticism, deeply. Explain your own problems clearly; write out the whole sequence of events, these years' practices, all of it."

Director Hui nearly went crazy; where was there such bullying.

He suppressed his anger, face wooden: "Look, I still don't know who you are. But if I really do this kind of demand, I won't be able to get by afterward."

"I'm called Chen Yi, your concerns are also right." Classmate Chen leaned back against the chair back, said: "Simply put, my grandfather is Chen Zhongguo, my father is Chen Congyu, my eldest uncle is Chen Guoliang, my uncle is Chen Rongjie, my maternal uncle is Fang Zhennan; put this way, can you understand?"

A red-rooted, straight-sprouted scion of the Republic, the energy radiating was like the marsh gas in a pigsty — vast and powerful — something a grassroots official like Director Hui could hardly imagine. Not to mention Chen Zhongguo, a name only heard in central news; even Deputy Department-level Chen Rongjie, Deputy Mayor Fang Zhennan, are resounding figures on Jiangning's official stage; stomp a foot and an earthquake might not result, but squeezing out two train cars' worth of oil would be easy.

Director Hui knew, he was truly finished.

The network he had operated for many years, at most reached two provincial department deputy division chiefs and division chiefs, and they were also lone rangers similar to him, just with higher positions and better luck. Not to mention comparing horns with red princelings; even a figure like the Institute Director would be crushed in minutes.

Yet he still felt somewhat unreconciled, weakly asking: "Do you have evidence?"

"Evidence?" Chen Yi blanked for a moment, took out his ID card and gave it to him, said: "Is this okay?"

Having done appraisal work for so many years, the authenticity of an ID card, no matter what, could be discerned. Director Hui touched and touched it, and after a while actually started shedding tears.

"I can't say." He, runny nose and tears streaming, said: "My daughter is in university; if I, if I fall, what will happen to her?"

Chen Yi didn't make a sound, leaned on the chair, letting him distress himself.

The so-called profound "self-criticism" was something he thought up on the spot, but once thought up, he decided it must be done. The matter before him, simply letting it pass with a laugh would be over, however, the nature of this matter is extremely vile; dereliction of duty or corruption and perversion of law are insufficient to describe it — saying it's plucking feathers from a passing goose is more like it.

Jiangning! Jiangning is my Chen Family's Jiangning.

On my own one mu three Seven Points of land, corruption and dereliction have actually reached such a rampant degree... in the future when I use Jiangning as a base, will everyone have to pluck my feathers first?

"Sun Maoxin is truly a waste." Chen Yi thought, a corrupt but clever official would let him earn 100,000 silver snowflakes with a righteous appearance; an honest but stupid official would force subordinates to reluctantly earn 100 taels of silver.

Actually he could also understand Sun Maoxin's difficulties; an official without great roots or background, because of compromises from all sides and major rewards, abruptly sat in a Jiangning high official position — this is indeed opportunity coexisting with risk, being constrained and unable to fully exert himself is imaginable.

But in just four or five years, letting corruption develop to such a degree, such an open, aboveboard, and fearless and unrestrained degree... quite not easy.

He is a ministry-level official! Probably only thinking of preserving himself wisely!

Chen Yi cannot move Sun Maoxin's buttocks, but doesn't want to let go of the Jiangning Appraisal Institute, and the string of mud and rabbits on this big radish.

Director Hui was like a rabbit fed pills, staring eagerly at the Sichuan boss preparing spicy rabbit heads, hoping he would show mercy. Once this self-criticism is written, the effect is unclear, but he himself is definitely finished.

30 years of hardship; if he can bitterly endure, he must endure. Why do Transformers not speak of giving up, why does Ultraman forever struggle, why do monsters rush forward one after another — because their coming to this land was hard.

Chen Yi was waiting for something; Lu Fan, however, hated this bunch of petty people to the extreme, knocked on the table, and prompted: "Write quickly; do you want me to treat you to a meal first?"

"No need, no need." Director Hui smiled without it reaching his eyes, put pen to paper: "I'll write."

"Seriously." Lu Fan instantly transformed into an overseer.

Not two minutes passed before he called out: "Don't avoid the important and dwell on the trivial; write clearly item by item, when and where what happened, what people what matters, don't miss a single one."

"Ai ai." Director Hui seemed to have thoroughly submitted, letting this paleontology graduate student he looked down on knead and pinch him at will. But the pen was in his hand; he certainly would not write out the fatal things.

Just like all officials at the start of every shuanggui, everyone wants to retain as many secrets as possible to rot in their stomachs.

Chen Yi seemed to see through him, coldly laughing once.

Director Hui couldn't help a shudder; the two characters in his hand went crooked.

"Pour Mr. Chen another cup of tea. What are you standing there stunned for." At some unknown time, the Institute Director came out from behind, ordering the front desk girl who was silent as a winter cicada.

The Institute Director was somewhat panting. He had received his father-in-law's message, then climbed down from the external fire elevator outside the building; 8 floors' height, just a single 1.2-meter iron frame railing, empty and suspended on the North Building's side — climbing down to the first floor, then climbing back up to the eighth, was no easy feat.

But it was also a no-choice matter; he couldn't offend the Chen Family's Second Young Master, yet didn't want to come out from inside and leave a handle, so he could only climb out, then run back in.

The front desk girl had long been dazed; she poured tea and brought it over, only for it to be snatched from her hand by the Institute Director.

He took two strides to before Chen Yi, piled on a full face of intellectual smiles, and said: "Young Master Chen, subordinates are ignorant, causing you trouble; I am Yu Congying, presenting thorns and begging punishment for you."

Finished speaking, he actually bent his waist to 90 degrees, holding the tea above his head.

A 40-year-old full division-level; reaching this step is truly not easy.

Especially in front of subordinates, right in his own department's reception room, facing an aristocratic scion with no official position — both face and dignity lost completely.

If not for the situation being serious, if not for his father-in-law earnestly persuading, he would not have been able to put down this intellectual's old face, to offer tea and beg forgiveness.

Those unaware, upon seeing this scene, would surely picture all manner of villainous yamen lackeys from the plays.

Chen Yi did not accept his tea.

Leaning back against the chair back, he said lightly: "You are grain-eating rats, you are the rotten woodworms of my Jiangning; your tea—I cannot afford it."

When he said "my Jiangning," he truly regarded Jiangning as his own; this thought, no one present could guess.

Yu Congying was not truly "Congying"; he was genuinely wronged and wanted to cry—even when he married into the Zhang family, he had never been so disgraced.

But face is like spilled water; he bowed a second time, his head nearly hitting the table, before forcing a smile: "You are magnanimous, sir, spare this little mouse."

Chen Yi raised his head and smiled: "There is meaning in your words—only one little mouse?"

The director gritted his teeth and said: "From today on, we will surely launch a strict inspection and rectification movement within the system; Section Chief Hui, Hui Xinming this grain-eating rat, is indeed a rare corrupt element and a pedantic scoundrel in many years."

Section Chief Hui widened his eyes, his head spinning: I have been abandoned!

Though prepared long ago, when the matter arrived, it was still so sudden.

"Young Master Chen, whatever anger you have, pour it all on my head; my subordinates have dog eyes that do not recognize Mount Tai, you are magnanimous, spare us!" Yu Congying's head lowered further, "Bang!" striking the table, making a sound like kowtowing.

Suddenly, his mind cleared, and his head actually "bang bang bang" struck the flat, wide solid wood tea table in the reception room, as if kowtowing madly; the tea water spilled from the teacup raised above his forehead dripped onto his hair, as if he did not know.

Perhaps he truly did not know anymore.

Whether it was the deputy mayor against the bureau chief, or the founding hero against the hall chief, it was all asymmetric warfare. He could not win, could not afford to lose. Face was long discarded—since face was discarded anyway, the more face lost, the more earned.

The office designed earlier as semi-transparent now played a huge role. Nearly a hundred people from the Appraisal Office now stood behind a circle of frosted glass outside, watching the high-and-mighty director become another's stepping stone, their hearts unsure whether to feel gleeful or chilled.

"You are the director who is a proper bureau chief, right?" Chen Yi said slowly before he kowtowed himself unconscious.

Yu Congying still held the tea, completely lowering his head and saying "Yes."

But they heard Chen Yi exhale a breath and say: "Too low, you cannot bear it. My Jiangning does not want woodworms and grain-eating rats."

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