After hanging up the phone, President Zhou began contacting his network of contacts. He had to protect President Tan; this wasn't just a matter for him alone.
As night fell, the phones rang one after another, but the interrogation rooms were like impenetrable fortresses, unable to transmit even a single radio wave.
Thick, dark clouds completely obscured the night sky. As the clouds surged high above, a patch of starlight was revealed to the people. The phone in Huang Youwei's office in the municipal government rang incessantly, but no one answered it. The same scene was also happening in the provincial government.
In a ward at the First People's Hospital of the city, a nurse brought in medicine and asked Lu Feng, who was lying on the bed looking more energetic than an athlete, "Still have a headache?"
"It hurts!!" Lu Feng glanced out the window and said dismissively.
How does it hurt?
“First it hurt inside, then it hurt outside, then the left side hurt, and finally the right side hurt,” Lu Feng said, looking at her.
"Sir, the ward you're staying in is very expensive, and it's taking up resources meant for other patients. If you have nothing else to do, you should be discharged," the nurse said helplessly.
"I feel really bad. My headache is the kind of squeezing pain, like I'm being squeezed between two forces, and I'm in excruciating pain. Do you understand?" Lu Feng asked, sitting up.
"Alright, alright, I'll give you an injection." The nurse took out a needle about the length of a finger and said to Lu Feng, "Take your pants off and stick your butt out."
"Huh?" Lu Feng looked at the needle and felt scared. He quickly said, "No need for a shot. I just need psychological treatment."
After much persuasion, Lu Feng finally agreed to pay for the medicine, thus avoiding the injection.
This night was agonizing for many, but no one could endure it more than President Tan. That night, Dean Wu went to the municipal government to chat with Huang Youwei, subtly probing for information. He expressed his apologies for what had happened before and said that he could immediately turn against Huang Youwei if needed.
This is a group of people without faith who carve their values into the shape required by their circles and fit them in. When their circles are about to collapse, they will transform into another shape and infiltrate another circle.
The world is full of stones, yet stones are the ones that end up being crushed into powder. Only dough can fit into any shape and into any crevice.
We all walk through this world, and often we no longer care about right or wrong. So-called shrewdness is nothing more than being strong when facing the weak and weak when facing the strong.
Over the next two days, more and more people from the provincial department went to Huang Youwei's place. General Manager Zhou became increasingly anxious. That place was like the most impregnable fortress in the world, impervious to wind and rain. No one could get through by phone. Meetings were held one after another, and everyone could see it clearly.
No one mentioned Jiafeng's cooperation with communications anymore; everything had escalated to a new level, a level that ordinary people dared not mention.
In the provincial conference room, an in-depth discussion was held on the issue of local state-owned enterprise reform. Huang Youwei spoke very radically at the meeting, criticizing a series of problems such as redundant personnel in state-owned enterprises, loss of state-owned assets, inability of responsible persons to distinguish between state-owned and private enterprises, long-term labor contracts being bought and sold, and rampant corruption.
Some of the people present were sweating profusely as they sat there, wondering how things had turned out this way since Jiafeng had come to cooperate and invest.
The meeting set the tone, requiring state-owned enterprises to dare to reform and actively embrace the market. State-owned enterprises under the provincial government must achieve results and upgrade their industries. The meeting also called on them to learn from Changhong Group.
Inside President Zhou's office, Mr. Zhou's eyes were bloodshot; he hadn't slept well for two days. At this moment, he had given up on getting President Tan out of trouble.
"Aren't they going to care? If something really happens, none of them will escape. Dad, we can't let Huang Youwei get us into trouble," Zhou Gongzi said, clearly unwilling to accept it.
Mr. Zhou silently smoked his cigarette and said in a low voice, "There's a possibility that we've been abandoned."
"No, absolutely not!" Young Master Zhou said in a panic, "We must shut Tan Keli up!"
Mr. Zhou stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his face gloomy, and said, "Let's go all the way. There are two options: either he shuts up forever, or we go abroad. You go and get the passports sorted out, and I'll take care of Tan Keli."
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