Chapter 292 Haibei Storm (3)

In a residential area in Haibei City, this area looks plain, but is actually composed of duplexes. The average size of each house is over 280 square meters, and people who know it call it a "villa in the city."

Song Jin, director of the Haibei Municipal Development and Reform Commission, lives here. He smoked one cigarette after another all night, and the entire study was filled with smoke, making it impossible for anyone to enter.

He had received the news that he had been caught, and all the evidence of his crime was on the desk of Zhao Heping, the new provincial Party Secretary. He was at the end of his rope, powerless to turn the tide.

People are different. Even if they are all civil servants, they have different ways of dealing with things because of their different positions and life experiences.

Song Jin knew that he was almost doomed to die.

A department-level official embezzled and misappropriated huge amounts of state-owned assets and accepted bribes of an extremely large amount.

It's almost impossible to survive.

The only possibility of survival.

First, confess everything to the organization and expose all the people who support you. Perhaps you can get a suspended death sentence.

Second, the transferred Secretary Shen could give him a hand.

However, Song Jin didn't want to choose either of these two options.

Song Jin sat in the study and poured himself half a glass of whiskey, which was nearly 65% ​​alcohol, and drank it in one gulp.

When the strong alcohol is drunk, it instantly explodes in the mouth, then goes down the throat, giving the entire stomach a strong burning sensation.

Song Jin exhaled and leaned back in his chair.

He thought: "If I get caught, my wife will divorce me and I will live in hiding with my children. My children will even change their surnames. My old mother will cry all day long."

In fact, he often woke up from nightmares at night in recent years. He knew that he was too greedy, but some things were beyond his control.

He had wasted half his life and at the age of 38 had achieved nothing, just eating and waiting to die every day.

It was by chance that he was appreciated by Ouyang Jian, then director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, who appointed him to an important position. After Ouyang Jian's death, Secretary Shen did not forget or ignore him and directly appointed him as director of the Development and Reform Commission of Haibei City.

This is the National Development and Reform Commission! The most powerful department in a prefecture-level city!

Thinking about these years, it has been an unforgettable experience!

Song Jin lit another cigarette, pushed open the door of the study and walked out. His wife was sitting in the living room, crying silently.

She had already guessed something, even though Song Jin didn't say anything.

"I'll go out for a walk, maybe... there's still a chance."

Upon hearing this, the wife took out two bank cards from foreign banks and said, "All our family's money is here. Take it."

Song Jin pushed the bank card away. "How can you ask for help or give gifts right away? Just put it away and hide it well."

His wife said nothing and silently bid farewell to Song Jin.

After Song Jin left the community, he parked his car on the side of the road and walked into the community next door.

He sat in the small garden in the middle of the community for two hours. He got up in the early morning when he had finished smoking all the cigarettes he had with him and walked to the high-rise building next to the garden.

I came to the corridor door and pulled it, but found that it would not open.

This is a new residential complex and you need a card to enter.

Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

At this time, a security guard on an electric bike stopped and asked, "Don't you have your access card?"

"...Yes." Song Jin said.

"Let me help you brush it."

The security guard enthusiastically helped Song Jin open the corridor door. Song Jin said thank you and walked in.

Then he walked into the elevator and randomly pressed a number - the 14th floor.

After reaching the 14th floor, he opened the window in the corridor and jumped down.

——

"Song Jin is dead?!"

Jiang Ningyue was stunned.

"Yes."

Feng Xin took a sip from his teacup, feeling overwhelmed. "In the residential complex next to his home. From the 14th floor. He jumped down."

“…”

Jiang Ningyue frowned. "This guy is definitely not as simple as he appears. Otherwise, why would he rather jump off the building than be caught?"

"Who knows?" Feng Xin sighed. "Death is like the extinguishing of a candle. Even if he was corrupt, he's dead. How can we sentence him?"

Jiang Ningyue felt a pang of depression and a sense of terror, which reminded her of the Song brothers back then. They were also like this, treating human life as worthless.

"Why would you tip off Song Jin when you could just control him? What's the point?"

As Li Chunyan's confidant, Feng Xin naturally knew that Song Jin's materials were provided by Jiang Ningyue. He also knew that Zhao Heping had pushed the matter to Haibei Municipal Party Committee Secretary Tu Zheng to resolve it himself, but Tu Zheng undoubtedly messed it up.

"Calm down! Song Jin committed suicide. This isn't good news for Tu Zheng, and it's a blow to Cai Hanwen. You know, this is a blow to Zhao Heping's reputation. Our new provincial party secretary is not someone you can easily talk to! He was transferred from the provincial party secretary in the northwest!"

Jiang Ningyue didn't want to get involved in the political struggles between them, like your power was weaker, my power was less, etc. But once Song Jin died, his connection was completely severed.

Does Song Jin really have the courage to embezzle 2 billion yuan without any scruples?

Tu Zheng, Cai Hanwen and the transferred Secretary Shen, what roles are they playing behind the scenes?

Was Song Jin's suicide this time due to a threat, or did he figure it out on his own?

However, it is conceivable that the entire Haizhou officialdom was shaken.

Officials in Haibei City were also discussing this matter. From the municipal party committee and government down to ordinary civil servants, it eventually spread to ordinary citizens, even online, where there was a subtle discussion.

All kinds of rumors filled Haibei City, and Haibei was in chaos.

But can suicide really cover up all crimes? Can Song Jin's wife and children live happily ever after with the money he embezzled?

Of course not.

The provincial Party committee remained silent on the matter, with no one publicly commenting. However, Haibei Municipal Party Committee Secretary Tu Zheng felt somewhat embarrassed. He felt that if he mishandled the matter, not only would his promotion be lost, but after his term ended, he would likely end up spending his retirement in an unemployed department.

Therefore, he immediately urged the Haibei Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Public Security Bureau to investigate the matter, freezing all bank cards in Song Jin's name, restricting his family's travel, and conducting surprise inspections of his subordinates.

There is nothing excessive in this method of dealing with such a corrupt official.

However, in the eyes of many people in Haibei City, Municipal Party Committee Secretary Tu Zheng's decision seemed a bit cold and callous. Song Jin was your man. After he died, instead of treating his family well and protecting his property, you took advantage of the situation to rob him?

Ning Ping'an thought so. After learning that Song Jin had jumped from the building, he pondered for a day. The next day, he drove to Haining City himself. He was also looking for a new backer. Tu Zheng was unreliable. If something went wrong, this guy would definitely push him out.

Even if you have to pay a little more, as long as you can get through this stage, you can earn it back in the future.

Even if all my money is gone, it will come back!

Ning Ping'an was driving the car, thinking in his heart quite heroically.