Chapter 502

Li Mingtang hurried back to the Anti-Corruption Bureau; as soon as he entered, he asked the front‑desk receptionist Xiao Yao, "Who is that? What's her name again? She's still hanging around, hasn't left?"

"Liu Qingmei."

Xiao Yao turned her head to look toward the reception room.

Having worked at the Bureau for two years, Xiao Yao had never encountered someone like Liu Qingmei before, and she couldn't understand her series of actions.

When others take the whistle‑blowing route, they do it furtively, like thieves, hiding themselves as deeply as possible.

This Liu Qingmei, though, is something else.

She not only filed a real‑name report, she arrogantly marched to the door to make a real‑name report.

Just now, a few colleagues in the unit were chatting privately, and they all agreed: Liu Qingmei must either be mentally ill or have a powerful backer, which is why she dares to act so recklessly.

But whether it's a mental issue or a backer behind her, no one knows for sure.

Nobody knows.

Xiao Yao lowered her voice and cautiously asked Li Mingtang, "Director Li, Brother Fan was transferred out of our office; he's been rated an outstanding worker for several years straight—would he really be corrupt?"

"Have confidence in your Brother Fan, work hard, and stop guessing wildly."

Li Mingtang walked straight to the reception room.

Halfway there.

Suddenly he felt something was off, thinking: "Liu Qingmei, who is she? She says she wants to see me, and I come running like a fool, offering my warm face to her cold backside? That makes no sense! Let me feel her out first."

The lobby was busy with people coming and going, so it wasn't convenient to make a call.

Li Mingtang returned to his office, shut the door, and called Lin Dongfan: "What's Liu Qingmei's background? Why is she reporting you?"

"She's my college classmate; she thinks I'm her nemesis, that's all."

At that moment, Lin Dongfan, Manager Ma, and others were on their way to the orphan welfare home; the media reporters had already been contacted, everything could be kept low‑key, but the charitable donation couldn't be low‑key.

As Manager Ma put it:

"Learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds is worth promoting! But doing good deeds without leaving a name is not worth promoting; that's against human nature!

Human nature is selfish.

If doing good deeds brings no benefit at all, who will do good deeds in the future?

To engage in charity and do good deeds, you must make a big show of it!

You need to reap social prestige and reputation!

Only then will the wealthy onlookers envy and resent; only then can you motivate more people to join charitable work."

Manager Ma is Manager Ma; his words sound better than singing.

Anyway, Lin Dongfan finds nothing wrong with his words, so let's go big—although people fear fame and pigs fear getting fat, the key is that I don't even regard myself as a person.

Right now, while chatting happily with Manager Ma, Lin Dongfan has no interest in wasting words with Li Mingtang.

He had long guessed that Li Mingtang was agonizing over something.

Lin Dongfan bluntly said: "She's just a mistress; call the Wei department head of Baiyue Province's Health Bureau over for a lesson—nothing will happen, he's in Jingcheng."

"You mean Wei Shouqin?"

"Whether he's diligent or not, who knows? Anyway, he's got a big belly; to me he seems full of graft. That's all I know—hang up."

"Hello? Hello…?"

He still had a bellyful of questions, but Lin Dongfan had already hung up.

Li Mingtang glumly slapped the handset back onto the cradle and couldn't help complaining: "You're the one who stirred up the mess, I'm cleaning up after you, and you hung up? What the heck…"

Complaining aside, the work still needs to be done.

Li Mingtang picked up the phone again and notified the newly promoted office head Xu Qing: "Section Chief Xu, immediately call Wei Shouqin of Baiyue Province's Health Bureau and tell him to come right away."

"Is it an interview or…?"

"An interview!"

Li Mingtang stressed those two words heavily.

Wei Shouqin, currently at the hotel, was lying on the bed enjoying a massage from a visiting young lady—two masseuses kneading his arms, two pressing his legs.

In his mind he was thinking about Lin Dongfan's watch that sold for a sky‑high 2.5 billion.

Just thinking about it is exhilarating.

He mused that this guy Lin Dongfan would surely not get away with it this time, and he considered himself as removing a major harm for Baiyue Province's colleagues.

"Do you know what the happiest thing in life is?"

Wei Shouqin asked enthusiastically.

The four masseuses around him all shook their heads in unison; although their massage techniques were the same, their measurements and depth varied.

A Sichuan girl thought: "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you—your pleasure is just experiencing our depth, while our pleasure is the moment you pay; there's no comparison."

Thinking about it feels helpless; the wealthy who can pay all look like pigs.

No abs, no looks!

At the crucial moment, all you can do is close your eyes and pretend you're being pressed by a ghost.

The Sichuan girl set aside her thoughts and replied, "Boss, want to go take a shower?"

"Shhh!!!"

The phone rang suddenly; Wei Shouqin hastily made a hushing gesture.

After deliberately ensuring complete silence,

Wei Shouqin then answered the call: "Hello, who's this?"

"Anti‑Corruption Bureau, Xu Qing." A solemn voice came through the phone: "Director Wei, you're in Jingcheng, right? Please come over immediately; the higher ups want to talk to you."

"The higher ups?"

"They want to talk to me?"

Wei Shouqin pondered briefly, then instantly couldn't hold back; a flustered look showed on his face—another way of putting the talk is——a summons!

And the subtext of the summons is a warning, an admonition!

Damn it!

What the hell is going on?

Could it be related to Liu Qingmei reporting Lin Dongfan?

No way!

She reported Lin Dongfan, so how did I get dragged into this?

Wei Shouqin grew more confused the more he thought, and had no mind to continue enjoying the massage services of the four young ladies, let alone try their depths.

He hurriedly sent the four away.

He replied cautiously: "Director Xu, does the Anti-Corruption Bureau have some misunderstanding about me?"

"Whether there's a misunderstanding or not, come over first and then we'll talk—can you make it in half an hour?" Xu Qing asked sternly.

Wei Shouqin casually grabbed a nearby towel and wiped away cold sweat, his voice still somewhat tense: "I can, I'll try to make it within half an hour."

This matter, whether you can or not, you have to be able.

Voluntarily accepting a summons versus the Anti-Corruption Bureau coming to your door to enforce it are different in nature, and the consequences are worlds apart.

Wei Shouqin hurriedly got out of bed and put on his clothes.

The four massage attendants still stood to the side, each like a poised beauty pageant contestant, with top-notch figures and a so-so vibe.

One of them asked: "Boss, do you have something to attend to? Even if you don't finish, you'll still be charged for the full set."

Understood.

Wei Shouqin took out two stacks of cash from his bag, each stack ten thousand.

He threw them on the bed, turned, and left.

Spending money was something he never regretted; he always believed in the social maxim: problems that can be solved with money aren't problems.

The depressing matter—the summons—is not a problem that money can solve.

Damn it!

Going there, I don't know if I'll live or die.

Wei Shouqin worried just thinking about it, and as he walked he called his wife at home: "Honey, I've been summoned. If you can't reach me by ten tonight, that means something's happened to me—go look for Wu Changsheng."