Chapter 107 Donghe Song and Song (2)

The two men returned to the car and checked each other's information.

Tian Jun was a native of Haizhou, so he had some general understanding of the sphere of influence of each urban area, so he asked more questions.

"I heard that the boss of Dafu Food Co., Ltd., Wu Dafu, is a subordinate of Boss Song, the local snakehead in Donghe City. He was released from prison last year and then set up this pork factory. Xing County is the hometown of Boss Song and his men. If nothing unexpected happens, no one in Xing County, from top to bottom, dares to provoke Boss Song."

"What? Xing County has become independent?"

Jiang Ningyue's eyebrows knitted together after hearing this. "You're such a powerful person, yet you're still competing with a bunch of pork vendors?"

Tian Jun shook his head: "You don't understand, do you? Boss Song has such a huge influence, it's impossible for him to control everyone under him."

After hearing this, Jiang Ningyue fell into deep thought.

"We can't contact the Xing County Public Security Bureau about this matter."

Tian Jun pondered, "Why not go directly to the Donghe City Public Security Bureau?"

Jiang Ningyue pondered for a moment, then took out her phone and said, "I made a call."

"Oh, sure." Tian Jun teased, "You can even make phone calls now?"

"snort."

Jiang Ningyue smiled and called Sun Qiang, deputy director of the Public Security Department of Haizhou Province, the same director Sun who sang "Young Man's Ambition Does Not Worry".

"Director Sun, I'm Jiang Ningyue."

Director Sun laughed after answering the phone. "Reporter Jiang, what are your instructions?"

"How dare I tell you anything! I just need your help with something."

Jiang Ningyue recounted the events of Xing County to Director Sun. "I now suspect that some officials in our public security system have illicit interests with this Dafu Company. Therefore, I dare not approach the local public security bureau."

"Your concerns are reasonable, but I trust our police officers."

Director Sun pondered for a moment. "Well, I'll talk to the Donghe City Public Security Bureau right now. But Reporter Jiang, can we postpone the broadcast of this news? That means we can wait until we've completed our investigation, and you can do some follow-up interviews before broadcasting it."

"No problem." Jiang Ningyue agreed readily, "But Director Sun, the weather will be warmer soon, and the clothes we wear will be different. We can't delay that long."

"Don't worry."

Director Sun laughed and said, "Within a week at most, I will arrange for someone from Donghe City to accept your interview."

"Okay, please help Director Sun."

"Reporter Jiang, you're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Tian Jun looked at Jiang Ningyue in surprise, "Is this Director Sun, Sun Qiang from the Public Security Department?"

"Yes." Jiang Ningyue nodded.

"How do you know him?"

"Governor Li introduced it."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Tian Jun sighed. The young reporter who used to rely on him for everything has now grown up and can make a phone call to the deputy governor.

Meanwhile, Director Sun immediately requested that Donghe City file a case to investigate the incident. Upon receiving the news, Ding Lang, the captain of the Donghe City Criminal Investigation Team, grabbed his satchel and left, driving to a luxuriously decorated villa in Donghe City.

At this time, seven or eight people were already seated in the villa.

In the side hall, what caught the eye was a huge solid wood office desk. A middle-aged man with slicked back hair was sitting on a solid wood chair.

In front of the desk is a set of Chinese solid wood coffee tables and a small sofa, and several people are drinking tea.

After Ding Lang came in, he expertly found a place to sit down, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Mr. Song, isn't your brother Dafu, who just came out last year, in Xing County? He set up a pork slaughterhouse and sells pork. Now this matter has been reported to the provincial TV station reporters."

"reporter?"

A middle-aged man with a round crew cut and several scars on his head sneered, "Just give him some money. If he doesn't want money, I'll make him shut up completely."

The man sitting in the main seat tilted his head and glanced at the middle-aged man. His voice was not loud, but it echoed throughout the room. "Xiao Wei, I've told you many times that we live in a society ruled by law now. Don't do the same old things."

After saying this, Mr. Song looked at Ding Lang with a smile, "Captain Ding, please continue."

Ding Lang smiled and said, "This reporter is no ordinary one. Her name is Jiang Ningyue, and she's a famous reporter throughout the province and even the country. Now, reporter Jiang has called the Provincial Public Security Bureau, requesting that they investigate the forced sales at the Xing County Dafu Food Factory."

"Forced buying and selling?"

Mr. Song frowned and turned to look at Xiaowei. "Xiaowei, what's going on?"

Jin Changwei chuckled, "Brother Wen, after Dafu got out of prison, he insisted on returning to his hometown. Since there weren't many ways to make money in the county, he started selling pork. He doesn't have much business sense, so he could only use this low-end method to capture the market. But Brother Wen, Xing County is our base camp, and everything there is managed perfectly."

There was a hint of anger in Song Wencheng's eyes. Over the past 20 years, Song Wen has climbed up from the bottom of society, from an ordinary fisherman to the helmsman of a 10 billion yuan group and a member of the Municipal People's Congress.

Although Song Wencheng had been trying to whitewash himself and transform himself as early as ten years ago, it was difficult to turn the ship around, and many of his subordinates still could not change their previous ideas of getting involved in society.

"Xiaowei, I've told you countless times that you should be low-key in your conduct. Do you really think we can completely control everything in Haizhou?"

The others also lowered their heads, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Song Wencheng sighed slightly, "Captain Ding, what do you think we should do about this?"

Ding Lang lit a cigarette and pondered for a moment. "This matter is personally supervised by Director Sun. It is definitely not as simple as going through the motions."

At this time, Song Wencheng's younger brother Song Wucheng said: "Just pay some money and let the local police station sentence it to a fight and assault case, and that's it."

Song Wencheng shook his head and said, "That's definitely not possible. They've definitely conducted an investigation. Do you remember the catering company incident that caused such a stir in Donghe City a while ago? Reporters were already inside filming the incident. You definitely can't fool them. How about this? Have Dafu hand over a few people to take the blame. Lock them up first, and then release them after the storm has died down."

Seeing that Song Wencheng had made the decision, no one below objected.

Song Wucheng said again: "Brother, I know a director of the provincial TV station. I will ask him if he can help resolve the matter."

Song Wencheng thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly, "Okay, don't tell me the details yet."

"clear."

Song Wucheng took out his cell phone and made a call. "Director Jia, I'm Song Wucheng from Wencheng Group! I have a personal question for you. A reporter came to Donghe City to report, and I'd like to ask if you could ask for their permission to not report."

Jia Feng on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "No problem, Mr. Song. Which reporter did the interview? I'll call him now."

"This reporter's name is Jiang Ningyue."

"Jiang Ningyue..."

Jia Feng's tone changed, and he laughed dryly, "Boss Song, I may not be able to help you. This reporter Xiao Jiang is very popular, and she won't give me, the office director, face."

"She doesn't even give you face?"

Song Wucheng was a little surprised, and then said, "Okay, Director Jia, it's not a big deal, I'm just asking casually. I'll treat you to dinner later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wucheng looked at Song Wencheng and said, "Brother, this old guy can't do it."

Song Wencheng nodded slightly, "It seems that he is a reporter who is not afraid of power. Then don't cause trouble."