"Zhao Gang!"
The bureau chief's voice suddenly became stern.
"Liu Zhiqiang is the main culprit in the poisoning case; the evidence is conclusive. His suicide out of fear of punishment is perfectly reasonable. Let's not create any further complications!"
Under intense pressure from above, Zhao Gang could only nod helplessly.
...
Inside Zhang Erhe's residence, the butler was placing a cup of ginseng tea on the desk.
"Sir, everything has been cleaned up."
Zhang Erhe nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the documents in his hands.
Those were the land ownership documents for the Sujiatun vegetable base. He had circled several key points in red pen amidst the dense text.
"Su Jianguo..."
He took a sip of ginseng tea, a sinister smile appearing on his lips.
"You think you've won? The game has only just begun."
He turned to the next page, where the property ownership certificates for four barren mountains were clearly visible.
Only one of them is registered under Su Jianguo's name, while the other three belong to Su Mingde, Su Mingqiang, and Su Mingfu, respectively.
Su Mingde is dead, Su Mingqiang is serving his sentence, and Su Mingfu...
He's still a high school student.
"Old Zhou."
Zhang Erhe summoned the steward.
"Investigate this Su Mingfu, the more detailed the better."
Three days later, the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Land Management.
Old Li, the archives administrator, looked nervously at the uninvited guest in front of him.
Although Zhang Erhe has been retired for many years, his influence within the system should not be underestimated.
"Director Zhang, the original files for those plots of land in Sujiatun that you requested are all here."
Old Li handed over a stack of yellowed papers.
"However...this is classified information, what do you think..."
Zhang Erhe took an envelope from his pocket and pushed it over.
"Old Li, I heard your son wants to transfer to the Municipal Bureau? I happen to have some connections with Director Wang of the Personnel Department."
Old Li's hands trembled slightly, but he still accepted the envelope.
As Zhang Erhe perused the files, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He discovered a fatal flaw.
When Su Jianguo divided the family property, he gave the three barren mountains to his three sons.
In other words, the Su family's vegetable base is actually quite easy to solve.
"Heaven is helping me..."
Zhang Erhe tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
A complete plan took shape in his mind.
at the same time.
The No. 1 High School of Beijing
Su Mingfu was walking out of the school gate with a basketball in his arms when he was suddenly stopped by a middle-aged man in a smart suit.
"Hello, Ms. Su, I'm Section Chief Wang from the Land Bureau."
The man smiled and handed over his business card.
"Regarding your family's property rights to the barren hills in Sujiatun, some procedures need to be completed..."
Su Mingfu cautiously took a half step back.
"If there's anything, talk to my dad."
"We will naturally go and find your father."
Section Chief Wang's smile remained unchanged.
"According to the law, those three mountains now belong to you and your two brothers, so we can only contact you."
He took a stack of documents out of his briefcase.
"Just by signing, the land rights will be officially confirmed. This is very important for the development of your family's vegetable farm."
Su Mingfu hesitated.
He knew that the family's greenhouses were all built on those mountains, but his father had never mentioned the issue of property rights...
"How about this?"
Section Chief Wang said understandingly.
"Take it back and take a look. Contact me anytime if you have any problems."
Watching Section Chief Wang's departing figure, Su Mingfu felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Zhang Erhe stood by the window, listened to the report on the other end of the phone, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, keep an eye on that kid. Also, contact Chengnan Prison; I need to see Su Mingqiang."
After hanging up the phone, his gaze fell on a photograph on his desk.
That's a photo of Su Jianguo at the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the vegetable base, beaming with smiles and full of vigor.
"Enjoy your final victory, Su Jianguo."
Zhang Erhe said softly.
"You'll soon find out the price of offending me..."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side...
At the ice rink of the Workers' Cultural Palace in Beijing.
A cheerful waltz echoed in the cold air.
Su Yuzhen carefully held onto the railing, trying to maintain her balance on the ice.
Since she took over the tofu business and did it better and better, Su Jianguo has also loosened the restrictions on his youngest daughter, Su Yuzhen.
In her spare time, Su Yuzhen would also meet up with a few good friends to go out and have fun together.
"Yuzhen! Come here quickly!"
My friend Wang Xiaoyan waved from a short distance away and nimbly spun around.
"Don't always hold onto the railing!"
Su Yuzhen bit her lip and mustered her courage to let go.
However, after sliding only two steps, he felt his body lose control and fell forward.
"ah!"
The expected pain did not come; instead, she bumped into a firm embrace.
Looking up, I met a pair of smiling eyes. It belonged to a young man wearing a military green sweater, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a roguish smile on his lips.
"Comrade, there's a right time and place when it comes to throwing yourself at someone."
His voice was teasing, yet he firmly supported her shoulders.
Su Yuzhen's face flushed red instantly. She hurriedly stepped back, but slipped and almost fell again.
The man quickly grabbed her waist, and this time the two of them fell to the ground on the ice.
"you!"
Su Yuzhen was both ashamed and angry.
Let me go!
"If I let go of you, you'll fall again."
The man reluctantly let go, but still stood behind her to prevent her from hitting the back of her head.
"First time ice skating?"
Su Yuzhen hurriedly got up and patted the ice chips off her cotton trousers.
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