Chapter 246: Chang Jian Scared Into Resigning

Surname Lin?

Lin Zhenhua's Lin?

What does he mean?

Lin Dongfan's ultimate warning was no different from Cheng Yaojin's three axe strikes, leaving Chang Ming helpless, slumped in his chair, dejected.

The whole Nanzhou!

Everyone thought Lin Dongfan was just an impulsive hothead, never expecting this guy to have real talent—Lin Zhenhua's Lin, isn't that saying he's the crown prince of the Jingcheng Lin family?

Damn it!

Turns out he's been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

I used to think Chu Jinsong and Liang Jingzhong were his backers, but now it seems the opposite—before the Jingcheng Lin family's crown prince, Chu Jinsong and Liang Jingzhong are just also-rans.

No wonder Chu Jinsong could rise in one step to take charge of Wuzhou.

"Sigh!"

"How did I misjudge?"

"I'm really stupid!"

Endless regret welled up; Chang Ming waved his hand and slapped himself three times, the "pak pak pak" echoing in the office, his right cheek instantly red.

Does it hurt?

It hurts!

But what hurts more than the face is the heart.

Heartache!

Recalling Lin Dongfan's warning just now on the phone: "If you don't know when to advance or retreat, I don't mind slapping you to death on the wall!"

Chang Ming felt being pierced by ten thousand arrows was no different.

I never imagined that after a lifetime of caution, step by step, carefully choosing sides, I'd still end up on the wrong side.

What now?

Chang Ming slumped in his chair, Lin Dongfan's warning echoing in his mind: "If you don't know when to advance or retreat, I don't mind slapping you to death on the wall!"

After thinking it over for a while, Chang Ming shook his head, sighed long, and bowed over his desk to write a resignation letter.

In Chang Ming's view:

The so-called "knowing when to advance or retreat" means retreat when you should, don't cling to the toilet without defecating! If stepping down can earn a "no blame for the past" outcome, that's also a fortunate misfortune.

Chang Ming took the written resignation letter and entered Municipal Party Committee Secretary Gao Peng's office.

He didn't even knock.

At this moment his heart was truly as dead as ashes.

Seeing Gao Peng burying himself in documents, Chang Ming directly placed the resignation letter before him: "Secretary Gao, please sign."

"What document?"

Gao Peng picked up the resignation letter, took a look, and his face instantly showed shock.

Since the founding of New China.

Officials on Nanzhou's bureaucratic scene have been like rotating lanterns, one batch after another.

But those who have reached the ministerial level and still submit resignation letters to the organization are truly few—counting on fingers, only Shang Keqing comes to mind.

Did Chang Ming get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Learning from no one.

He actually learned from Shang Keqing.

"Pak!"

Gao Peng slammed the resignation letter heavily onto the desk.

Sternly gazing at Chang Ming standing before him: "I only asked you to dig up a person, yet you hand me a resignation letter! Are you threatening me? Withdraw this resignation letter now and it's still not too late."

"……!!!"

Faced with Gao Peng's uncontrollable anger, Chang Ming's scalp went numb.

Genuine resignation.

How did it become a threat?

Chang Ming steeled himself to explain: "Secretary Gao, you misunderstood—I truly want to resign."

"Give me a reason!"

Gao Peng leaned back in his chair, legs propped on the desk, but his sharp gaze never left Chang Ming standing before him.

Same leg-crossing!

That's the true demeanor of a big shot, completely incomparable to Zhao Lianyue's ilk—Gao Peng's casual move or glance can tighten the surrounding atmosphere to the limit.

Chang Ming trembled, head bowed low: "I… I'm feeling unwell, unsuitable to continue as Prosecutor General…"

"Where exactly do you feel unwell?"

Gao Peng kept staring at Chang Ming's expression, asking twice: "Did Lin Dongfan slap your face? Or did I poke your lung tube?"

"……!!!"

Chang Ming was sulky, unable to speak.

This matter is quite complicated; actually it's like this—first someone poked his lung tube, forcing him to do something against regulations, then he got slapped in the face.

The key is this can only be held inside, cannot be spoken out.

Otherwise, even resignation would become a luxury.

Gao Peng suddenly added: "Since you can't say where you feel unwell, let me diagnose—I feel you're just overfed, looking for trouble."

"……!!!"

Chang Ming was like a well-behaved primary school student being lectured.

He nervously lowered his head and replied, "Secretary Gao, over all these years I've never asked you for anything; this time I truly want to resign, I beg your approval."

"Give me a reasonable justification!" Gao Peng still didn't want to let him go.

Chang Ming hemmed and hawed, finally managing to say, "If you insist on a reason, then I'll be blunt: I want to get rich."

"Vulgar!!!"

"Right, I'm just a vulgar person. Shang Keqing can start a company and be a boss with net worth over a hundred million; I'm not any worse than him. I envy him, I'm jealous of him, I want to be a tycoon."

"Chang Ming, I really overestimated you."

"Then just treat me like a fart and let me go, so I can return to nature."

"You haven't told me the truth."

"Every word I say is the honest truth. Over these years I've also caught many corrupt officials; honestly, I envy the wealthy's lifestyle, but I can't be corrupt. To uphold my principles, I've felt suffocated."

"I can responsibly tell you, this is the most lame resignation reason in history!"

"They're all sincere words."

"Get lost!"

"Then, will you approve my resignation or not?"

"I don't want to see you again—get as far away as you can!"

"Thank you, Secretary Gao."

Chang Ming respectfully bowed to Gao Peng in thanks, then turned and left.

Gao Peng's eyes almost shot out lightning from his pent‑up frustration! Even thinking with his toes, he could tell Chang Ming must have had his confidence shattered by Lin Dongfan when he was apprehending someone.

Otherwise, Chang Ming would never have resigned for no reason.

Just what kind of blow was it?

It actually managed to scare a deputy‑provincial‑level city prosecutor into resigning like a frightened grandson, not even daring to mention the real reason for his resignation!

This is really strange.

Could it be that Lin Dongfan has caught Chang Ming on some leverage?

Thinking this, Gao Peng couldn't help but frown angrily, feeling his judgment must be correct—Chang Ming surely has some leverage held by Lin Dongfan.

Gao Peng immediately picked up the phone on the desk and notified Jiang Huailing outside: "Secretary Jiang, come in."

Less than ten seconds later.

Jiang Huailing walked in: "Secretary Gao."

Gao Peng looked at the resignation report in his hand, face grim: "That brat Lin Dongfan has some tricks—he actually forced Chang Ming to the point of having to resign."

"Chang the prosecutor wants to resign?"

Just now, when Chang Ming left, Jiang Huailing also noticed his mood was unusually low; he hadn't expected it to be because of this.

Gao Peng coldly ordered: "Notify him—have Lin Dongfan come see me."

"All right."

Jiang Huailing promptly pulled out his phone and dialed Lin Dongfan's number.

The phone had barely rung twice when the other end hung up; Jiang Huailing tried again, only to be hung up on once more, without even getting a chance to speak.

Jiang Huailing reported regretfully: "Secretary Gao, Lin Dongfan refused to take my call."

"He's gone mad—he won't even answer the Municipal Party Committee's phone!" Gao Peng angrily rose: "Prepare the car, we're going to the Qinghu Guesthouse!"