But that's not important.

The important thing is that he now has a very sharp knife.

"Okay. Come to Huanglong Cave Hotel, I'll be waiting for you."

"Coming right away!"

The call ended.

Almost at the same time, outside the city hall, a car screeched to a halt.

As soon as Gao Zhenghao got out of the car, he saw Secretary Zhou and a group of municipal party committee cadres already standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for him.

"Secretary Zhou! Are you trying to roast me alive?" Gao Zhenghao rushed forward, a wry smile on his face.

"Zhenghao! What time is it? Stop talking about this!" Secretary Zhou grabbed his hand, his eyes sharp. "The comrades from the province are arriving at eight o'clock tomorrow morning! We don't have much time left!"

The two walked side by side at a brisk pace, while the crowd behind them remained silent in fear.

"Who gave you that deduction you made on the phone earlier?" Secretary Zhou asked in a low voice.

“It’s the Road Administration Bureau, Gao Datong.” Gao Zhenghao said without changing his expression.

Secretary Zhou paused, almost laughing in anger, and stared intently at him: "Gao Zhenghao, you really don't miss any opportunity! Just say what you want!"

"I need a knife, a knife that can cut through the mess quickly." Gao Zhenghao met his gaze without backing down.

"Deputy Director Qian of the Public Security Bureau is getting old; it's time for him to take a break and move to a less demanding role."

Secretary Zhou's eyes flashed, and he remained silent for a full five seconds.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Can."

"I will make arrangements immediately. Gao Datong will temporarily serve as the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau!"

"Tell him, I don't want evidence, I want results!"