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Chapter 43 Hou Liangping Wants to Reap the Rewards? I Retorted: Do You Deserve It!
Just as undercurrents were swirling in the officialdom of Handong because of Qi Tongwei's brilliant stroke of genius.
A Boeing 747 passenger plane tore through the clouds and landed at Gyeongju International Airport with a huge roar.
First class.
A young man, dressed in a tailored casual suit and with his hair meticulously styled, is looking down at the city through a porthole.
He's handsome.
That kind of handsomeness, with a scholarly air yet exuding a confident and superior sense of "I am in control of everything".
Hou Liangping.
The head of the Investigation Division of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Supreme People's Procuratorate is an "imperial envoy" wielding the imperial sword.
"This is Handong."
Hou Liangping smiled knowingly and casually closed the crumpled newspaper in his hand.
The photo of Qi Tongwei bowing in the newspaper was particularly jarring.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
He shook his head, his eyes full of disdain and mockery, as if watching a clumsy farce.
"Is this promoting a personality cult? Inciting populism?"
"Tongwei, Tongwei, so many years have passed, how come you're still so...childish?"
In his view, a society governed by the rule of law emphasizes procedures, evidence, and institutional constraints.
Relying on a police chief's personal guarantee? Relying on this kind of chivalrous, backroom deal?
It's simply a horror of slipping the world!
This is a desecration of the law!
"Looks like I made the right choice coming here."
Hou Liangping straightened his collar, picked up his expensive briefcase, and strode out of the cabin.
The wind ruffled the hem of his clothes, and he felt like a torchbearer about to enter a dark forest.
Only he is the embodiment of justice.
Only he can bring true light to this murky land.
……
Provincial Procuratorate.
Hou Liangping had barely stepped inside, and before he could even take a sip of water, Chen Hai grabbed him.
"Monkey! You've finally arrived!"
Chen Hai's face was flushed, and his eyes shone with a fanatical light—the look of a fan meeting their idol. "You weren't there! Yesterday at Dafeng Factory, Director Qi was simply amazing! That bow, that shout—thousands of workers who were working themselves to the bone were completely subdued! At that moment, I felt like he was truly shining!"
Chen Hai gestured wildly, spitting as he spoke, as if he wanted to praise Qi Tongwei to the heavens.
Hou Liangping sat on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a disposable paper cup in his hand, with his signature half-smile on his face.
He listened quietly, occasionally pushing up his glasses; the reflection from the lenses concealed the coldness in his eyes.
Even after Chen Hai finished speaking, he was still sighing, "We really misunderstood him before; he's still a hero!"
"hero?"
Hou Liangping chuckled, crushed the paper cup, and casually tossed it into the trash can.
"Smack."
This soft sound interrupted Chen Hai's excitement.
"Chen Hai, you're a veteran prosecutor, how can you still be so naive?"
Hou Liangping stood up, patted Chen Hai on the shoulder, and said in a condescending tone, "The rule of law is not a江湖 (jianghu, a world of martial arts and chivalry), it doesn't rely on loyalty or personal charisma. What makes Qi Tongwei a guarantor? Is he a judge? If the court ultimately rules against Dafeng Factory, what will he use to pay compensation? His official position as bureau chief? Or the credibility of the country?"
"This..." Chen Hai froze, as if he had been doused with cold water. "But... given the circumstances at the time..."
"No buts."
Hou Liangping interrupted him, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. "This is overstepping authority! This is a serious violation of regulations! It's even playing with fire!"
"He's putting the government in a very difficult position to gain personal fame!"
Chen Hai opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself completely speechless in the face of Hou Liangping's impeccable theory of "procedural justice".
"Alright."
Hou Liangping glanced at his watch, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination.
"Now that I'm here, this farce should come to an end."
He walked to his desk, picked up the red secure phone, and expertly dialed a number.
That was Qi Tongwei's private number.
At this moment.
Office of the Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Qi Tongwei was standing by the window, looking at the bustling traffic below. The "Dignity Value" column on the system panel was jumping wildly.
The phone rang abruptly.
Qi Tongwei glanced at the number, a cold smile playing on his lips, a smile he had expected.
finally come.
connected.
"Tongwei? This is Hou Liangping."
On the other end of the phone came that familiar voice, tinged with three parts warmth and seven parts arrogance.
Without any pleasantries, they got straight to the point.
"I am now formally informing you on behalf of the Supreme People's Procuratorate."
"Regarding the Dafeng Factory 116 Incident, given its egregious nature and wide-ranging impact, the Supreme People's Procuratorate will take over the investigation immediately."
Hou Liangping paused, each word sounding like a command.
"Please, immediately, right now."
"Hand over all relevant files, evidence, and all the leads you have to us."
"This is an organizational decision."
After he finished speaking, he confidently waited for the other party to obey.
In his view, Qi Tongwei was now in a difficult situation, and he was giving him a way out, so Qi should be grateful.
however.
There was only deathly silence on the receiver.
And then there was Qi Tongwei's steady, heart-stopping breathing.
"Feed? Tongwei? Are you listening?" Hou Liangping frowned.
"Hou Liangping".
Qi Tongwei finally spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura from an extremely cold place.
"This is Handong, not Beijing."
"This game has only just begun."
"Want to pick some peaches?"
"Are you worthy?"