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"We have come a long way through hardship and adversity. Under the wise leadership of our former Party Secretary, we have developed Handong Province into the fifth largest economy in the country."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lichun burst into laughter: "Tongwei, stop flattering me."
Liu Cheng stood aside, watching this scene indifferently. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
The anti-drug hero and the diligent chief prosecutor have all vanished into thin air.
. . . . . .
Meanwhile, Lin Yunfei changed into civilian clothes in his office.
Holding the keys to the Audi A6 that the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's office had given him, he left the bureau directly.
He first drove an Audi A6 and used his mobile phone for navigation.
I drove to the 4S store on Daxue Road in the northern part of Jingzhou City.
Lin Yunfei swiped his card and bought a Land Rover Range Rover SUV, the high-end version, for 856,000 yuan.
Ask the 4S store to help you register the vehicle directly.
On the car purchase contract, the car owner, Lin Yunfei, filled in Zhao Lan's name.
He parked his Audi A6 in the parking lot in front of the 4S store.
Then, he drove the Range Rover and reversed out of the dealership.
Using the car's navigation system, I found the address of Dafeng Factory.
No. 45-8, Guangmingfeng Development Zone, Guangming District, Jingzhou City.
After an hour's drive, we arrived at Guangmingfeng Development Zone.
Lin Yunfei deliberately stopped by the roadside and bought two packs of cigarettes from a roadside newsstand.
Upon arriving outside the Dafeng factory, a ditch came into view. A group of workers, carrying shovels and pickaxes, were patrolling the area.
"Stop the car. Who are you?" An old man with a scarred face ran out.
Lin Yunfei opened the car door with a smile and took out a pack of cigarettes: "Hello, sir. I'm in the clothing business and I'm from Beijing."
"I'd like to place another order with your Dafeng Garment Factory."
The old man with the scarred face immediately beamed and his attitude improved: "So you're the boss who's here to place an order. Please come in."
"I am Wang Wenge, you can just call me Old Wang."
Lin Yunfei observed the area throughout the journey. He discovered a gasoline depot in the northwest corner of Dafeng Factory.
There are only three vehicles in this factory.
"This is Cai Chenggong, the general manager of our Dafeng Factory."
"Old Cai. This is a boss from Beijing. He wants to place a new order with our Dafeng Factory."
Wang Wenge led Lin Yunfei to the general manager's office.
I met Cai Chenggong here.
Cai Chenggong is worried because the Jingzhou City Bank has cut off his loans. That woman, Ouyang Jing, has set him up.
The chairman of the rural credit cooperative refused to lend him the money.
If the 60 million bridge loan cannot be repaid, the shares of Dafeng Factory will be transferred to Shanshui Group.
He was recently arrested by loan sharks and locked in a dog cage. They don't give him food, only water.
If it weren't for his wife, who sold three houses...
"What? A boss from Beijing is placing an order?" Cai Chenggong looked up, quite surprised, staring at Lin Yunfei.
He wanted to see where this great traitor came from.
He looks young, not at all over forty.
"Sir, what is your surname?" Cai Chenggong quickly stood up, a fawning smile on his face, and bowed ninety degrees.
Lin Yunfei pondered for a moment: "My surname is Zhao."
Of course, I have to use a pseudonym; I'm doing an undercover investigation.
"Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work."
"Accountant You, go make a cup of tea for Boss Zhao." Cai Chenggong snapped out of his daze and quickly gestured for him.
7. At the headquarters of the State Security Bureau of Dongping City, Ding Yizhen is to convene a standing committee meeting.
7. At the headquarters of the State Security Bureau of Dongping City, Ding Yizhen is to convene a standing committee meeting.
"President Cai, I'm from out of town and don't know much about Jingzhou. I asked an eighty-year-old man, and he said that your Jingzhou Dafeng Garment Factory was originally a state-owned enterprise."
Lin Yunfei sat down, picked up the white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and unconsciously smacked his lips.
Cai Chenggong nodded and began to boast: "Yes, Boss Zhao. Our Dafeng Factory was restructured in the 1980s."
"Under the leadership of former Chief Prosecutor Chen Yanshi, state-owned enterprises were transformed into private enterprises."
Lin Yunfei seemed to be deep in thought. He reached into his pants and took out his phone. He turned on the recording function under the table.
"Mr. Cai, is Dafeng Factory... a joint-stock company?"
Cai Chenggong nodded and said smugly, "Yes, I hold 40% and the employees hold 60%."
"President Cai, as you know, I'm from Beijing."
"Seeing is believing, after all. What if I give a deposit..." Lin Yunfei paused here.
"You've run away, who am I supposed to look for?"
Lin Yunfei slowly opened his mouth and spread his hands: "Even if I call the police, I still won't know your real name."
"Who knows if the name is real or fake? There are so many scammers these days."
Upon hearing these words, Cai Chenggong's face stiffened. This young man was not easily fooled.
After all, he's a big boss from Beijing, someone who's seen the world.
Cai Chenggong snapped out of his daze and said mysteriously, "Boss Zhao, let me tell you, I have a childhood friend. He's the director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau at the Supreme People's Court."
Lin Yunfei remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged: "President Cai, you're making friends out of thin air."
"Anyone who goes out to do business knows a few officials."
“I also know someone in the capital, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. This leader… his surname is Chu,” Lin Yunfei said slowly and seriously.
Cai Chenggong was immediately taken aback and hesitated. He took out his wallet and showed his ID card.
"Mr. Zhao. This is my ID card. You can take a picture of it with your phone."
“I can assure you that I, Cai Chenggong, am the genuine owner of Dafeng Factory.”
Lin Yunfei's lips curled slightly upward, a smile appearing on his face. He calmly picked up his smartphone and turned off the recording.
He opened the camera and took five photos of Cai Chenggong's ID card in a row.
"Boss Cai, Cai Chenggong."
"How about this, you take me to your factory's production workshop for a tour."
"I need to see how the quality of the finished products made by your Dafeng Garment Factory is," Lin Yunfei said slowly, finding another excuse.
. . . . .
After a three-hour visit, Lin Yunfei and Cai Chenggong signed a letter of intent to purchase.
Furthermore, Lin Yunfei transferred 1,000 yuan to Cai Chenggong's WeChat account. (Note: This was marked as a "deposit for purchasing ready-made clothing.")
Cai Chenggong looked rather grim after working for most of the day.
I thought it was a big order, but it turned out to be a small one.
"Boss Cai, I'll be back."
“This time I need five hundred blue shirts. I’ll come back in five days to pay the second deposit,” Lin Yunfei said slowly, shaking Cai Chenggong’s hand with a forced smile.
Cai Chenggong forced a wry smile: "Okay, no problem. We'll get in touch later."
Requesting flowers...
That afternoon, Lin Yunfei drove his Range Rover.
Through the address given by his wife Zhao Lan, he arrived in Dongping City, 300 li away from Jingzhou City, Handong Province.
Dongping City is a county-level city with a mere 380,000 permanent residents.
It's essentially a small county town, but Dongping City is under the administration of the Jingzhou Municipal Government.
The headquarters of the Handong National Security Bureau is a three-story building on the outskirts of Dongping City.
"Honey, I've arrived. There's a combination lock on the door, could you come out and meet me?"
Lin Yunfei drove his Land Rover alone to the outside of the three-story building.
Zhao Lan's eyes lit up, and her previously icy face blossomed into a sweet and radiant smile. She was like a blooming snow lotus, standing proudly in the world.
He rushed out in a hurry, attracting the attention of many national security officers.
After a while, Zhao Lan, arm in arm with Lin Yunfei, walked in and proudly introduced herself.
"This is my husband, Lin Yunfei. He currently serves as the Executive Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau of Jingzhou City, Handong Province."
"Member of the Standing Committee of the CPC Guangming District Committee, and Deputy District Head of Guangming District, Jingzhou City".
"Welcome, a warm welcome!"
"Hello, Director Lin. I am Li Zheng, the director of the First Division of the Handong National Security Bureau."
A middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a thick callus on his right index finger.
"Director Li, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Lin Yunfei extended his right hand and grasped the other person's large hand. He could feel the calluses.
This must have been left from long-term shooting training.
"Hello, Director Lin. Let me introduce myself. I am Tian Qi, the director of the Second Division of the State Security Department of Handong Province. I am the seventh child in my family."