Huang Youwei knew perfectly well what kind of old, trivial matters were involved. He looked at the head of the disciplinary committee and asked, "Can you investigate this? Do you have the ability? What were you doing back then?"
"Me! Me!" The person in charge of the disciplinary committee stammered for a long time without saying a word. Back then, he wouldn't have dared to investigate even if he had a few times the courage.
"We need to reconcile the accounts. We must get to the bottom of what happened back then. How much money does the municipal government make in a year? No matter who is involved, we must investigate this thoroughly. Don't talk to me about those underhanded practices. I'm not afraid of investigations. Anyone who wants to investigate can investigate me." Huang Youwei lit a cigarette as he spoke and said, "We'll start investigating this tomorrow."
The following morning, the finance department convened a meeting, summoning some senior executives from the post and telecommunications group. The finance department had some discrepancies in its accounts and hoped they could clarify the details of the bills from that year.
Some perceptive people have already sensed that something is amiss. Ever since Lu Feng arrived, the city has been going against the post and telecommunications group. You know, these kinds of internal matters are usually discussed and negotiated, and this bureaucratic approach is unusual.
The morning meeting was particularly heated. People from the post and telecommunications group said that it was something that happened many years ago, and if you want a bill, don't come to them. They said they were the guiding unit and you should contact the construction company from back then, but the construction company had long since gone out of business.
The finance department questioned the subsequent three million, demanding a clear explanation. They argued that as the guiding unit, they also had the authority to supervise, otherwise the three million should be returned to the municipal government, plus interest accrued over the years.
Around noon, several senior executives went back to report the matter to President Zhou. Upon hearing it, President Zhou slammed his fist on the table in anger and roared, "You want us to refund the money? Did we make money off them? Why didn't you dare back then? It's been four or five years, and you're bringing this up again?"
"That bastard vice mayor is a real son of a bitch. No wonder he only managed to become a deputy director-general all these years. Back then, he wouldn't have dared to utter such a fart even if he had eight hundred lives!" President Zhou roared angrily.
Despite his anger, President Zhou knew that the three million could not be returned. If it were returned, it would mean that there was indeed a problem with what happened back then, and they would have to investigate further to uncover more issues.
Not paying back?
If they don't pay, keep asking. If they can't produce detailed receipts in a day, they'll be in a passive position.
This was destined to be a lose-lose situation. President Zhou sat there cursing Huang Youwei, saying that he was a real beast for doing this, actually bringing up old grievances.
The executive sitting opposite him had a particularly grim face and whispered, "This is a trap. No matter what we do, we're doomed to lose."
After pondering for a moment, President Zhou said in a deep voice, "We can't limit ourselves to this matter. To break this deadlock, we need to start from the outside. Doesn't he like to dredge up old grievances? Let's do it too! Send someone to Suzhou to thoroughly investigate his past. Isn't that President Lu someone he associates with closely? Let's make good use of President Lu. Doesn't he want to get into the local 2G network? Let's give it to him for free!"
Lu Feng drank quite a bit last night and didn't wake up until noon. He had a headache and asked the hotel to prepare some sugar water to help him sober up. He got up around 2 p.m., washed up briefly, and had a quick lunch at the restaurant.
While they were eating, a waiter came over and said to Lu Feng, "Mr. Lu, we have a phone call for you. It's urgent."
Lu Feng stood up, slightly puzzled, and followed the waiter to the telephone counter. The phone had already been answered and was placed aside. Lu Feng picked it up and asked, "This is Lu Feng. Who is this?"
"It's me, your brother Tan. Did you drink a bit too much last night?" Fatty Tan's voice was warm and concerned.
Lu Feng was taken aback by these words of concern. He hadn't even entered the other man's circle yet, so why had his attitude changed so drastically?
"It is indeed a bit much. I don't drink often, and I just woke up," Lu Feng said politely.
"What we talked about last night was mostly just drinking talk. Today, Young Master Zhou told me that you are a very nice person and that he likes you a lot. We're all on the same side, and we can discuss anything. There's a dinner party tonight at my teahouse, and I hope you can come. To be honest, we're all here for the atmosphere. As long as we can get along, I can get your little thing done for you, even without paying."
Will you get it done for free?
Lu Feng was surprised by how quickly the other party had changed. This 180-degree turn made Lu Feng think a lot, but he couldn't figure it out. He wondered why he had such a strange feeling that a thousand years had passed overnight.
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