Chapter 813

Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection case handling point.

On the third floor, a meeting room was brightly lit, the clock on the wall pointing to 9:40 p. m.

Sun Yongwen and several young cadres sat around the conference table, the table piled with materials retrieved from the Bibo Pond fishing ground—consumption ledgers, tab bills, and even a few worn-out menu books.

"Director Sun, this is all the records from 2019 to the present."

"Su Qingyu's tab consumption at Bibo Pond totaled forty-seven entries, amounting to 386,400 yuan."

Sun Yongwen took the form, glanced quickly: "Do the time and amount match those slips provided by Yang Xiaoju?"

"Basically they match." Another replied: "March 18: 8,320 yuan, April 23: 5,140 yuan… the numbers on the slips differ from the actual consumption by no more than a hundred yuan."

Sun Yongwen nodded, then asked: "Does Yuan Ben Zhong himself have any direct consumption records?"

"No." The young cadre shook his head: "All consumption involving Yuan Ben Zhong is recorded under Su Qingyu's account. The fishing ground boss, Chen Guofu, the one who jumped into the river, made a note after each relevant entry, such as 'Bureau Chief brought friends,' 'Bureau Chief asked for two bottles of Maotai,' and so on."

"Can these notes serve as evidence?" someone asked.

"Not by themselves." Sun Yongwen said: "But combined with other evidence, they can form an evidence chain."

Sun Yongwen picked up another document on the table and asked: "How is the tech division's progress? Has the data from Chen Guofu's phone been recovered?"

"Partially recovered." A technical cadre entered, holding a USB drive: "The audio files have been fully restored, and additionally seven short video clips have been recovered, three of which involve Yuan Ben Zhong."

The meeting room fell silent immediately.

The technical cadre plugged the USB into the computer, and the first video began playing on the projection screen.

The picture shakes violently, obviously taken covertly with a phone. The angle is from the crack of a private room door, showing Yuan Ben Zhong sitting at a mahjong table with a stack of cash in front of him.

Beside him, several people were handing him money, saying:

"Bureau Chief, your luck is really good!"

"Next time we'll have to ask Bureau Chief to look after us more…"

The video is only twenty-three seconds long, but the image is clear and the audio is clear.

The second video was taken at the edge of the fishing ground's pond.

Yuan Ben Zhong pointed at Chen Lao Ban kneeling on the ground and cursed: "You shameless wretch! This lousy pond should have been shut down long ago!"

The third video is the shortest, only eight seconds.

It shows, before Yuan Ben Zhong got into his car, Su Qingyu stuffing a paper bag into his vehicle.

The meeting room was utterly silent.

These videos, plus the consumption records, plus Yang Xiaoju's testimony, plus the audio material from Chen Lao Ban's phone, have basically completed the evidence chain.

Sun Yongwen took a deep breath, picked up the red phone on the table: "Secretary Shi, the evidence is nearly ready. When would you…"

"I'll be there right away."

On the other end of the line, Shi Liantang's voice was very steady.

Fifteen minutes later.

Shi Liantang pushed the door open and entered.

He glanced at the frozen image on the projection screen—Yuan Ben Zhong's arrogant face.

Then he looked at Sun Yongwen: "Does Mayor Lin know about this?"

"Following your instructions, I have already reported to Mayor Lin." Sun Yongwen said: "Mayor Lin directed that if the evidence is solid, we proceed according to procedure."

Shi Liantang nodded, walked to the window, and gazed at the night outside.

After Along while.

He turned and ordered: "Tomorrow morning, hold a case analysis meeting. Please invite the public security comrades to join; the line regarding Chen Guofu being beaten to death should be merged for investigation."

Sun Yongwen replied: "Yes."

"Furthermore…" Shi Liantang added: "A preliminary investigation into Su Qingyu and Green Wild Landscaping can be launched. But it must be conducted secretly, so as not to alert the target."

"Understood."

Shi Liantang glanced at his watch; it was 10:30 p. m.

He recalled Lin Dongfan's remark from the afternoon meeting: "Leading cadres must take the lead, manage themselves well, manage their families well, and manage those around them well."

Has Yuan Ben Zhong been managed well?

Obviously not.

Not only that, he has become even worse.

Shi Liantang walked to the conference table, picked up the consumption record summary, and turned to the last page.

The final entry was from two weeks ago: Yuan Ben Zhong brought "friends" to the fishing ground, spending twelve thousand yuan, recorded under Su Qingyu's account. The note read: "Bureau Chief was in a good mood, caught a big fish."

Shi Liantang let out a cold laugh.

"Indeed, he caught a 'big fish'."

"Unfortunately, Yuan Ben Zhong doesn't realize that he himself has become a 'fish,' a fish now swimming into the net."

"You've all worked hard tonight." Shi Liantang said to the cadres in the meeting room: "Get the materials ready; tomorrow morning at 8:30, we'll start the meeting on time."

He picked up his briefcase and walked out of the meeting room.

The hallway was very quiet.

Only his footsteps could be heard.

As he reached the stairwell, he glanced back at the meeting room whose lights were still on; under the light, several young cadres were still hunched over organizing materials, focused.

Shi Liantang suddenly felt that the night in Wuzhou seemed a bit brighter than before.

"Perhaps because some things long hidden in darkness are finally about to see the light! After all, it was Mayor Lin's iron-fisted measures that ignited this light."

He took a deep breath, went down the stairs, and tomorrow will be an interesting day.

And at this very moment, Yuan Ben Zhong was lying on the big bed of a five-star hotel, his left arm around a pretty college student model, his right arm also around…

"…he couldn't last more than three minutes before collapsing, panting from exhaustion."

……

Below the hotel.

Yang Qing forcibly pushed Lin Dongfan toward the hotel entrance, urging him all the way: "It's not like I brought you here to get a room, stop fussing over nothing. Come on, bro, I'll take you to do something exciting."

"My heart's not good; if you want excitement, excite yourself, don't excite me."

Lin Dongfan shoved Yang Qing back with a reverse push, firmly refusing to step even half a foot into the hotel. This made Yang Qing very unaccustomed; in his memory, the pretentious ordinary has never had anything to do with a 'saint'.

Yang Qing gave an evil smile: "Afraid the naive sweetie will make you kneel on durians as punishment?"

"What nonsense, this is called self-discipline, this is called keeping oneself pure, leading by example." Lin Dongfan spoke with righteous confidence, full of integrity.

Yang Qing lit a cigarette, then slowly and contemptuously said: "You motherfucker just came ashore, I'm really not used to it. But tonight I really didn't bring you here to console fallen women."

"Then why are you here?" Lin Dongfan looked at Yang Qing half-believing, half-doubting.

Yang Qing replied without hesitation: "Revenge. That year my wife had a difficult labor and massive bleeding; the blood bank was in urgent need, and it was that Chen Lao Ban from Blue Wave Pond who donated the blood. Now Old Chen is dead, I can't stand by and do nothing. That Yuan bastard is upstairs playing poker. I want to take care of him myself before the Discipline Inspection Commission steps in."