Chapter 2120

Zheng Yanjun said that if the Provincial Party Committee forcibly wanted to punish the relevant parties, it might make the influence of this matter even greater and cause a strong backlash, at which point the situation might become even more serious.

The opinions of several parties were deadlocked, and this matter could only be shelved for the time being. They were all waiting for Lao Xinhua to investigate a result that was closer to the truth of the facts.

In order to investigate the truth, Lao Xinhua personally had a talk with Pang Xingjie that day.

For the past two days, because Pang Xingjie also had to accept investigation, his investigation into Su Xinghui was suspended. He lived in a room at the County Party Committee reception house every day, having nothing to do, which made him very unhappy.

Damn it, I suffered such a big loss, and instead they want to investigate me? Where is there such a thing?

That day, although he was quickly rescued by Su Xinghui, he only stayed in that detention room for more than ten minutes, but those ten minutes indeed made him suffer a great deal.

Tang Chaoxin hated him for abusing his late mother. When he handcuffed Pang Xingjie, he handcuffed him from behind and tightened the handcuffs relatively tightly, which made Pang Xingjie almost unable to move. His handcuffs got tighter the more he moved, and he couldn't stand, sit, or lie down—it was uncomfortable no matter what.

Those ten minutes could be said to be the most difficult ten minutes of his life. He hated Tang Chaoxin and Jiang Zhiqing to the bone. During those ten minutes, he cursed the ancestors of the two for eighteen generations in his heart. He swore to make the two pay a huge price.

But now these two were still fine, and Lao Xinhua wanted to have a talk with him instead. Could he be happy?

Therefore, when facing Lao Xinhua, his attitude was not very good either.

Although both he and Lao Xinhua were deputy directors of the Provincial Party Committee General Office, the degree of their popularity and career prospects were incomparable. He was Jiang Fangpin's big secretary, only about forty years old, and his future looked promising. Lao Xinhua was already over fifty years old, had no room for progress, and was just a deputy director of a cold department in the General Office.

Pang Xingjie usually looked down on Lao Xinhua and had no friendship with him. Now this person he looked down on wanted to come and talk to him, so naturally he had no good attitude.

Lao Xinhua was not very annoyed by Pang Xingjie's attitude. He still asked about the situation that day with a smile. Pang Xingjie still insisted that he had no intention of hitting anyone at the time, and that he abused Tang Chaoxin because the cadres of the Economic Development Zone besieged him at the time and abused him first, so he abused them back.

Lao Xinhua repeatedly asked about the details at the time, which made Pang Xingjie a bit annoyed. He said, "I say Old Lao, we are comrades in the same trench after all, why are you turning your elbow out? Why are you asking so carefully? Are you trying to take the opportunity to fix me? Let me tell you, you picked the wrong idea."

Lao Xinhua was still not annoyed. He said, "Director Pang, the Provincial Party Committee asked me to investigate this matter, so naturally I have to ask seriously, so don't be angry, it's all for work."

Pang Xingjie said, "I have nothing more to say. I've said everything I should say."

Seeing Pang Xingjie's attitude, Lao Xinhua had no choice but to let him return to his room first.

Pang Xingjie returned to his room cursing, turned on the TV listlessly, and started watching TV. He really regretted coming to Chongjin County and wading into this muddy water. He hadn't eaten the mutton but had gotten a body full of stench.

That afternoon, Yuan Yifu called Huang Weiran again. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Huang Weiran, he reported to Huang Weiran on some preparations for the Chongjin County election.

He reported this to Huang Weiran actually to probe what the charter for this election was. To put it bluntly, could Su Xinghui still be elected as County Magistrate?

Huang Weiran naturally also knew Yuan Yifu's intention. However, now that Su Xinghui had severely offended Provincial Party Committee Secretary Jiang Fangpin, this made Huang Weiran's heart a bit uncertain. Should Su Xinghui be elected or not? This was a question.

And this question was also a difficult one. He didn't know how to answer Yuan Yifu either, but he couldn't not answer this question. After all, Chongjin County was still a county under their Chengshui City's jurisdiction. If the result of the election didn't meet Jiang Fangpin's wishes, then he, as the City Party Committee Secretary, would also be implicated.

And he couldn't ignore Ke Zhifang's mood either. This question was truly difficult for him.

Huang Weiran started playing tai chi. He inquired about the preparation situation for the Chongjin County election from Yuan Yifu, then praised Yuan Yifu a few times, and said a few words that were like clouds and mist, without any substantive content, which made Yuan Yifu listen in a daze, unable to grasp the point.

There was less than a week left until the election. If this problem wasn't clarified now, Yuan Yifu wouldn't be able to arrange things. If some slip-up happened temporarily, that would be bad.

Therefore, Yuan Yifu asked directly: "Secretary Huang, this, what is the city's view on these things that have happened in our county recently?"

Huang Weiran said, "Old Yuan, you naturally have responsibility for these things. You are the County Party Committee Secretary after all. However, don't worry too much. Your responsibility is mainly leadership responsibility, and the city also knows your difficulties."

Yuan Yifu was indeed in a difficult position. On one side was Su Xinghui, on the other side was Pang Xingjie, neither of whom was easy to provoke. Yuan Yifu sighed in his heart about his own difficulty and said, "Secretary Huang, thank you for your understanding. Can you give me more explicit instructions?"

Huang Weiran's tai chi really couldn't be played anymore. He couldn't not speak. After pondering for a long time, he said, "How about this, Old Yuan, I will give you an answer tomorrow."

Huang Weiran was preparing to inquire about it from the province. As a City Party Committee Secretary, he still had his own connections in the province. In the Provincial Party Committee, he had fixed sources of information. Of course, wanting to know Jiang Fangpin's wishes was probably difficult, but after finding out some real situations in the province, it would be helpful for guessing the leader's wishes, which was better than them guessing blindly like this.

Yuan Yifu heard Huang Weiran's words and also knew his plan. In fact, he just hoped that Huang Weiran could find out relatively accurate news so he could act.

Yuan Yifu nodded and replied, "Okay, Secretary Huang, I understand."

Just after putting down the phone, Yuan Yifu's door was knocked. Outside, someone was shouting "Secretary Yuan," the voice very anxious. The one shouting was Wu Zhengjing.

Wu Zhengjing was shouting: "Secretary Yuan, something happened! Secretary Yuan, something happened!"