A few days later, Zhang Jianjun took half a day of "sick leave" and went to a government staff housing compound in the east of the city.

He knocked on the door of a house in a slightly old tube-shaped building.

The person who opened the door was a 50-something, slightly plump man with slicked-back hair. He was Zhang Jianjun's distant cousin, Qian Youlu, deputy director of the Planning Department of the Light Industry Bureau.

"Jianjun? Why are you here at this time?" Qian Youlu was a little disappointed, but still let him in.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhang Jianjun seemed to have found an outlet to vent his feelings. He exaggerated and confused right and wrong and poured out all his "grievances":

"Uncle! You have to make the decision for me! We have a new deputy section chief, Lu Qingyang! He relies on his background and is totally lawless!"

"Oh? What background?" Qian Youlu leaned back in the rattan chair, drinking tea leisurely, not taking the matter to heart.

"I don't know the details, but he must be very tough! Otherwise, how could he be parachuted in and become the deputy section chief? He bullies me as soon as he gets here!" Zhang Jianjun gritted his teeth, "He's so domineering! He relies on Zhao Weiguo's favoritism to exclude and oppress me, an old comrade! In order to fight for power, he slandered me in public and fabricated charges to humiliate me! He said that I made mistakes in my work, and Zhao Weiguo scolded me so much that I can't even raise my head in the section!"

"So arrogant?" Qian Youlu frowned. "Mistake at work? What went wrong?"

"I did nothing wrong!" Zhang Jianjun denied it flatly, lying without blushing, "He was the one who deliberately picked a fight! He saw that I was strong in my professional ability and threatened his position, so he used dirty tricks to mess with me! Uncle, you don't know, he treated the Comprehensive Planning Department like his own home! He seriously destroyed the united working atmosphere of the department! If this continues, the work of the department cannot be carried out! Many comrades dare not speak out!"

Zhang Jianjun shed tears and portrayed himself as a victim of bullying.

Lu Qingyang was portrayed as a bully who destroyed unity.

He even hinted that Lu Qingyang's existence was a destruction of the good atmosphere of the entire Materials Bureau.

Qian Youlu listened, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the rattan chair.

He believed Zhang Jianjun's words about 70%.

Although my nephew is a little bit cunning, his business ability is indeed good, and he has worked in the Material Bureau for several years.

It is really unacceptable for a new paratrooper to be so arrogant and domineering as to suppress old comrades.

More importantly, he was the one who arranged for Zhang Jianjun to go in, and to some extent, he was sacrificing Zhang Jianjun's face, and to some extent, Qian Youlu's face!

"Hmm..." Qian Youlu pondered for a moment, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "This Lu Qingyang is really outrageous. He is young and has a little background, but he doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

He put down his teacup. "Well, write a detailed report, listing all his 'problems'. Be specific, especially the 'facts' of him 'bullying others with his power', 'squeezing out and oppressing old comrades', and 'destroying the working atmosphere'! Also write down his 'low work ability, relying entirely on his background'! Write it down and give it to me."

Zhang Jianjun was overjoyed when he heard this: "Uncle! Are you going to..."

"Humph," Qian Youlu sneered, "Doesn't he have a background? I, Qian Youlu, have been in the system for so many years, and I am no pushover! Just write the materials well, and make sure they are 'solid'! Leave the rest to me. I want to see who is stronger, his hand behind the scenes or my pen! A small deputy section chief doesn't know the rules, so I'll teach him the rules!"

With the support of his cousin, Zhang Jianjun was full of energy.

After returning to the unit, he seemed more "honest" and even more "polite" to Lu Qingyang.

But behind the scenes, they were like crazy concocting the "report" material.

He fabricated stories about how Lu Qingyang "robbed" his work results, how he "insulted" him in public, how he "formed cliques" to exclude him, and even hinted that Lu Qingyang "may" have engaged in improper transactions by abusing his power.

The material was written with "righteous indignation" and "conclusive evidence", and was full of accusations of "unhealthy practices".

The materials were quickly delivered to Qian Youlu.

After reviewing it, Deputy Director Qian was very satisfied and thought that this material was enough to make Lu Qingyang drink a pot.

He did not report it directly to the Materials Bureau, but used his connections in the light industry system to pass on the material "reflecting the serious work style problems of Lu Qingyang, deputy section chief of the Comprehensive Planning Section of the Materials Bureau" to a deputy team leader of the Discipline Inspection Group of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection stationed in the industry and transportation system who was familiar with him.

Zhang Jianjun waited with anticipation every day for news of Lu Qingyang's misfortune.

He imagined how embarrassed Lu Qingyang would be when he was called in for a talk by the disciplinary inspection team.

However, as the days passed, the Comprehensive Planning Section of the Material Bureau was calm.

Lu Qingyang still goes to get off work and comes home on time every day, handling his official duties calmly.

He turned a blind eye to Zhang Jianjun's deliberate "submission", as if nothing had happened.

This abnormal silence was like a thorn, making Zhang Jianjun restless.

After work that day, when Lu Qingyang returned home, he saw his father Fang Zhongwen standing under the grape trellis with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was in deep thought.

"Dad, you came back early today?" Lu Qingyang asked casually.

Fang Zhongwen turned around and looked at his son. He was silent for a few seconds before he slowly spoke: "Qingyang, have you offended anyone inadvertently at work recently?"

Lu Qingyang's heart was slightly moved, but his face remained calm. He picked up the ladle to scoop water to wash his hands and asked quietly: "Dad, why do you ask this suddenly?"

"This afternoon, a comrade of mine in the Commission for Discipline Inspection's Industry and Transportation Discipline Inspection Group privately passed me a message saying that they had received a report on you."

Lu Qingyang paused while wiping his hands. "Oh? It was delivered to you so quickly? Pretty efficient."

"Hmm?" Fang Zhongwen keenly grasped the information in his son's words, "You know about this? The materials were suppressed by Lao Zhang. As soon as he saw the signature and the content, he felt something was wrong. The route was roundabout, too much water, and..."

Fang Zhongwen paused, "He recognized you as my son, so he gave me a heads up first. He followed the procedure to transfer the materials to your bureau for verification, but he hinted at 'doubts'."