Chapter 968

The matter of replacing the chief of the Municipal Public Security Bureau is basically set in stone.

After Luo Zhiwei vacates the position, who should take over the chief role? For this, Character sat in his office, pondering for Along time, never feeling confident.

The time since coming to Wuzhou to take office is a bit short.

He is not very familiar with Wuzhou's cadres.

The list submitted by the Organization Department, after looking it over repeatedly, consists only of people I have met in meetings; I have never taken them out for a test—who knows if they are mules or horses? Personnel decisions cannot be taken lightly.

He racked his brains but found no solution.

Character picked up the desk phone and dialed the Executive Vice Mayor's number: "Old Meng, come to my office for a moment."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Meng Qinghe on the other end of the line dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

Last time, because of the 'fishing for his son' incident, Character berated him bloody, causing a trust crisis between them.

Meng Qinghe has been seeking a chance to mend their relationship.

Today Character took the initiative to call; whether it's a big or small matter, for Meng Qinghe this is an excellent opportunity to showcase himself.

Less than ten minutes.

Meng Qinghe hurried to the Municipal Party Committee building, having run all the way; by the time he pushed the door open, he was already drenched in sweat.

He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Secretary Character, did you call for me?"

"Please have a seat."

Character pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

After Meng Qinghe was seated.

Character leaned back in the chair, hands loosely folded over his abdomen, eyes fixed on Meng Qinghe: "Old Meng, have you heard about Luo Zhiwei's matter?"

Meng Qinghe nodded and replied: "I've heard; Chief Luo's work attitude over the years indeed has some problems."

"After he steps down, the chief position will be vacant." Character asked directly: "You're relatively familiar with the public security system; do you have any suitable candidates?"

Meng Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

I never expected Character to seek Meng Qinghe's opinion when considering the chief candidate; it seems Old Character in Wuzhou is truly in an isolated, helpless predicament, with no one usable.

This is a good thing.

If you have talent under you, when would it be my turn, Meng Qinghe, to run myself ragged for you?

Meng Qinghe collected himself and spoke slowly: "Secretary Character, if we're talking about a suitable candidate, I actually have one—the Deputy Chief of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Fu Xinping."

Character didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

Meng Qinghe continued: "Fu Xinping has worked in the public security system for over twenty years, rising from a grassroots police station; he has served as criminal police squad leader and bureau chief, possesses strong operational ability, and is familiar with every aspect of public security work. Moreover, he is low-key, non-contentious, and enjoys a good reputation within the bureau."

Character thoughtfully asked: "Does he have any problems?"

"None."

Meng Qinghe shook his head and further explained: "Fu Xinping is clean; over the years he has never been reported, and the organization has investigated him multiple times, finding no issues."

Character remained silent for a few seconds.

He questioned: "Since Fu Xinping has no issues and his work experience meets the standards for chief candidate, why isn't his name on the list submitted by the Organization Department?"

"This matter…"

Meng Qinghe gave an embarrassed laugh: "Secretary Character, to put it bluntly, the Organization Department's talent selection ultimately just follows the faces of those in power."

The implication is that the Organization Department is not selecting talent for the organization, but rather for Lin Dongfan, who holds absolute power.

This stab at Lin Dongfan's back also strengthened Character's resolve to firmly control personnel authority.

Character replied without hesitation: "I understand; you may go back for now. Regarding the promotion of Fu Xinping, do not leak this externally for the time being. This matter still requires further negotiation with the Organization Department."

"Okay, Secretary Character, I'll head back then; call me if anything comes up."

As Meng Qinghe stepped out of the office door, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Since the rumor of Luo Zhiwei's downfall spread, Fu Xinping has been frequently running to the Meng household; Old Fu never visits without a purpose.

Previously, they dared not promise Fu Xinping anything, but now there is at least a hint of progress.

As soon as Meng Qinghe stepped down, he sent Fu Xinping a message: "Old Fu, tighten up on work matters; whatever the link, implement it strictly, don't be careless."-

This remark is not just an ordinary implication.

However…

Fu Xinping is also a wily old hand; at a glance one knows: the so-called 'strictly implement every link' means that Old Fu still has things not done properly.

At this moment Fu Xinping is squatting in the unit's toilet, but this does not hinder him from scrolling his phone.

"Please rest assured, Mayor Meng, it will be properly implemented."

After replying to Meng Qinghe's message, Fu Xinping opened Douyin and entered a female streamer's live room. The streamer's online name is "Wanqing"; she is a talent streamer, currently singing.

She isn't strikingly beautiful, but she's pleasant to look at; when she smiles her eyes curve like crescent moons.

However, none of the above is important.

What matters is that her surname is Meng!

The number of viewers online in the live room is not large either.

It's just a few hundred people.

After Meng Wanqing finishes singing the song "Person in the Melody," Fu Xinping lightly taps the screen. A carnival effect explodes in the live room, golden light flashing, petals drifting across the full screen.

"Thanks to my Rich Brother for the carnival!"

Meng Wanqing's voice is excited and loud.

Fu Xinping's account name is "Wuzhou Rich Brother"; the "Fu" is a homophone of his surname, so Meng Wanqing immediately knows who he is.

The first carnival is just an appetizer.

Fu Xinping then kept clicking the second, third, fourth… he simply couldn't stop, as if money were no object, in one breath he clicked sixty‑eight carnivals in a row.

One carnival costs three thousand.

Sixty-eight carnivals come to 204,000; after subtracting the platform's cut, Meng Wanqing can get half.

In under three minutes, they were all finished.

The livestream exploded.

"Holy shit! A zero-level alt account just swiped sixty‑eight carnivals in a row?"

"Fu Ge, so awesome!"

"Fu Ge, do you still need a guard dog? I'd like to volunteer myself."

"The main reason is that our Wanqing is outstanding—she's not only beautiful but also sings beautifully; big brother has a keen eye for talent."

……

The various flattery in the comment section surged like a rolling tide.

Fu Xinping casually glanced at a few comments, merely gave a faint smile, then exited the livestream. He switched to the messaging interface and sent Meng Wanqing a private message: "Wanqing, please give my regards to your dad."

After sending that message, Fu Xinping opened a screenshot of the consumption list to save.

Then he directly cancelled this account.

And deleted the app.

After finishing this series of cheeky moves, Fu Xinping remained squatting in the toilet, unwilling to get up, and then took out a cigarette and lit one.

He inhaled a puff of smoke into his lungs.

A excited smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Damn, no wonder those people online dream of being the top big brother; the feeling of sending gifts really is awesome…"