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Gao Qiqiang sent two text messages to Chen Hai.

He is now ambitious and has begun to hunt down Chen Yanshi and Chen Hai, making the Chen family father and son his protectors.

Chen Hai stared at the text message on his phone screen, his fingers trembling slightly. He knew this was not just a huge sum of money, but a turning point in his destiny.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Li Dakang's cold and stern face, as well as all the hard work he had put in over the years, appeared in his mind.

He rose to the position of anti-corruption bureau chief through his own hard work over the years. Unexpectedly, he was suspended from his post.

He had only been in office as the head of Guangming District in Jingzhou City for a short time when the January 16 Incident occurred.

Chen Hai felt that he was really unlucky.

Two hours later, Chen Hai drove alone to the Dalongshan Auto Repair Shop in the northern suburbs of Jingzhou City. The surroundings were quiet, save for the occasional chirping of insects.

Following the instructions in the text message, he located the Santana with license plate number 京B·22456. His heart pounded, and he slowly opened the trunk, where he found, sure enough, stacks of neatly arranged cash.

The bright red 100-yuan bills were extremely eye-catching.

Chen Hai took a deep breath and carried the cash into the trunk of his car one by one. He knew that from this moment on, an unspoken understanding had formed between him and Gao Qiqiang.

He closed his eyes and prayed silently, hoping he could get through this safely.

However, he did not know that all of this was a scheme set up by Gao Qiqiang.

There were two men dressed in black and wearing black masks nearby. They were holding two video cameras and had them recording.

The camera was fixed on Chen Hai.

To be precise, it was Chen Hai's face. The footage was extremely clear.

Gao Qiqiang was well aware of human weaknesses and enjoyed reading Sun Tzu's Art of War. He knew Chen Hai was cornered, which is why he set this trap.

. . . . . .

Chen Hai started the car and was about to leave when a cell phone rang urgently.

Chen Hai was startled, fearing that this unexpected phone call would disrupt his plans. But then he thought that no one should know he was here at this moment. He hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone.

A strange voice came from the other end of the phone: "District Chief Chen, the money you received wasn't clean. You think Gao Qiqiang would be so kind as to help you? You're really naive."

Chen Hai's expression changed drastically. He suddenly realized that he might have fallen into Gao Qiqiang's trap. He quickly looked around but found nothing unusual. Forcing himself to remain calm, he asked, "Who are you? What makes you think I've taken dirty money?"

Beep beep!!

Unexpectedly, the other party hung up the phone immediately.

Chen Hai put down his phone and started the car without thinking. He stepped on the gas and quickly drove away from the Dalongshan repair shop.

After a while, two mysterious men came out and made a phone call.

"Brother Qiang. Everything was filmed, and it's very clear."

Gao Qiqiang grinned, opened a packet of coffee, and chewed it dry: "Hmm, thanks for your hard work. Xiao Hu, get out of Jingzhou quickly."

"Keep the memory card safe."

"Understood, Brother Qiang."

Tang Xiaohu hung up the phone, and with his men, they rode away from the Dalongshan repair shop on two motorcycles with fake license plates at breakneck speed.

. . . . . .

Chen Hai sped along, his mind filled with mixed emotions. He kept recalling the contents of the mysterious phone call, trying to find a flaw in it, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were not going well.

He knew that if this money were exposed, not only would his future be ruined, but he might also face imprisonment.

Gao Qiqiang, on the other hand, could use this evidence to completely manipulate himself.

Thinking about this, Chen Hai couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

He began to regret his decision, regretting that he had risked making a deal with a businessman like Gao Qiqiang for a mere 15 million RMB.

Now that things have come to this, regret is useless. Chen Hai could only force himself to remain calm and think of a solution.

His first thought was to return the money to Gao Qiqiang, but then he realized that doing so would undoubtedly anger Gao Qiqiang and put him in an even more dangerous situation.

"Damn it, Dad. You've ruined me!" Chen Hai was furious. He pounded on the car horn and cursed loudly.

If it weren't for Chen Yanshi's repeated claims that "Gao Qiqiang is a righteous and compassionate person. The nursing home he invested in and built has solved the care problems of many elderly people."

Chen Hai couldn't possibly choose to believe Gao Qiqiang.

He didn't know that all of this was just one of Gao Qiqiang's tactics to ensnare cadres.

He himself had walked step by step into the trap set by Gao Qiqiang.

. . . . .

Gao Qiqiang was sitting in a high-end Western restaurant in Jinghai City, munching on coffee and admiring the night view outside the window. A barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips. "Heh heh. Qiangsheng Group can't be limited to Jinghai."

"We should come to Jingzhou, the provincial capital."

“That old man Chen Yanshi only needs to spend 120 yuan a month to live in a nursing home with a private garden.”

"Do you really think I, Gao Qiqiang, am a philanthropist?"

"Now that we have the evidence, we can make Chen Hai obediently listen to us and give the green light to our Qiangsheng Group's project."

Gao Qiqiang muttered to himself, chewing coffee powder: "Fifteen million is enough to send Chen Hai to jail. At least 18 years in prison."

A battle revolving around power, money, and human nature is quietly unfolding. And Chen Hai is the first prey to fall into the trap.

"Shuting, can you see it from heaven?"

"I, Gao Qiqiang, no longer need to be beholden to Zhao Lidong." Gao Qiqiang raised his head, looked up at the starry sky, and thought of his deceased wife, Chen Shuting.

84. Another incident occurs at Dafeng Factory, and Li Dakang turns against him.

84. Another incident occurs at Dafeng Factory, and Li Dakang turns against him.

The following day, Lin Yunfei, dressed in a white shirt and executive jacket, carrying a briefcase, got into his Range Rover.

Secretary Liu Can thoughtfully bought breakfast: "steamed buns and dumplings."

"Oh, thank you, Brother Liu."

Lin Yunfei readily accepted the food and sat down in the back seat to start eating.

"Today is my first day at the city government. Just getting familiar with the place."

"By the way, Brother Liu, please inform Song Xingyu later and tell him that his uncle can come and invest."

"It seems... his surname is Qian?" Lin Yunfei ate steamed dumplings with great relish.

Liu Can gripped the steering wheel with both hands, looking at the windshield ahead. His right foot was on the accelerator: "No problem."

To be honest, he also knew Song Xingyu, a third-generation member of the Song family.

Liu Can's status, after all, was that of Lin Hu's bodyguard. In Beijing, among the third-generation elites, who wouldn't give him some face?

"Song Xingyu, it's me. Liu Can."

Liu Can pressed the car phone button and found Song Xingyu's phone number.

On the other end of the phone, Song Xingyu's voice sounded surprised: "Brother Liu? What's up? Is something the matter?"

Liu Can smiled, his tone a mix of authority and friendliness: "Xingyu, I have good news for you. Your uncle can come and invest; Mayor Lin has already given his approval."

Upon hearing this, Song Xingyu's voice was full of gratitude: "Really? Brother Liu, thank you so much! I'll go tell my uncle right away."

Liu Can nodded, expressionless: "Okay, go ahead. From now on, we're brothers."

Song Xingyu immediately beamed with joy, extremely happy: "That's great, Brother Liu. I'll give you a Mercedes S600."

Liu Can readily replied, "Okay."

Song Xingyu knew Liu Can's identity, of course.

He is the personal bodyguard of Lin Hu, the secretary of the Imperial City Guard, and a level nine special agent. His annual salary is as high as 10 million.

. . . . .

Lin Yunfei listened to their conversation from the back seat, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He knew he had made the right move. The Song family's influence in the capital for three generations was not to be underestimated, and with Song Xingyu's support, his career would undoubtedly be smoother.

Attracting investment represents his achievements as the vice mayor of Jingzhou City.

The Range Rover sped along the wide road, yet the atmosphere inside the car was unusually harmonious.

After finishing his breakfast, Lin Yunfei wiped his mouth and said to Liu Can, "Brother Liu, when we go to the municipal government later, come in with me. I'll introduce you to a few bureau-level officials so you can all get to know them."

"After all, we live in a society based on personal connections."

"Many times, it's just small things. I don't want to waste my goodwill."

Lin Yunfei's implication was that his circle consisted mainly of second and third-generation rich kids.

Asking for help from other second-generation relatives requires using personal connections.

Asking the rich and powerful for help with trivial matters is a waste.

Upon hearing this, Liu Can was overjoyed. He knew this showed Lin Yunfei's trust and high regard for him. So he quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay, Yunfei."

The car continued forward and soon arrived at the gates of the city government. Lin Yunfei straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and took a firm step forward.

He strode into the Jingzhou Municipal Government building.

. . . . . .

When you arrive at a new workplace, the first thing you should do is pay your respects to the higher-ups.

Lin Yunfei, carrying a briefcase, wearing an executive jacket, and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, took the elevator to the 12th floor to visit Mayor Wu Xiongfei.

The secretary had already informed him, and Lin Yunfei stood in front of Wu Xiongfei's office door and gently knocked.

"Please come in." A steady voice came from inside.

Lin Yunfei pushed open the door and saw Wu Xiongfei sitting behind a large desk, looking down at documents.

"Mayor Wu, hello. I am the newly appointed Vice Mayor, Lin Yunfei," Lin Yunfei said respectfully.

Wu Xiongfei looked up, sized up Lin Yunfei, and said with a smile, "Oh, it's Comrade Yunfei. Please have a seat."

Lin Yunfei nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite Wu Xiongfei.