Fan Xian's meaning was clear to Chen Fang.

If he wanted to investigate the case, he would need more specialized authority.

Since it involved smuggling, he should inquire into the department specialized in smuggling, and it had to be a higher-level department.

Her idea was the Wen'an City Customs.

Not allowing Chen Fang to continue the investigation now was to keep those at the core of the interests from noticing him. Once he continued the investigation, those people would become wary of Chen Fang, making it unlikely for him to enter Customs afterward.

"Secretary Fan, I understand what you mean, but how can I get into Customs?"

Chen Fang asked.

Fan Xian replied, "At the end of this month, the party school of the provincial committee will host a training class for division-level cadres, and our county has been allocated one spot. I plan to give that spot to you. Before you graduate from the party school, we'll find a way to see if there's any path to enter Customs."

Division-level cadre training class?

You should know, this spot is quite coveted throughout the province.

Generally, division-level cadres who enter such training classes do it to seek qualifications for promotion. With only one spot available in Jinde County, there are quite a few contenders. If Chen Fang really secured this spot, it would indeed be a great opportunity for him.

"What about Director Wen?"

Chen Fang asked.

Fan Xian replied, "Everyone stays put, only you make a move. As I just said, these people are very astute. They can perceive the slightest hint, and once you're in Customs, you will definitely need the help of the police. Then, the resources of Jinde County will be your trump card."

"Okay, Secretary Fan, I'll follow your advice."

Chen Fang nodded and said.

A few days later.

The news of Chou Goushi's death was reported.

The Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau and the Captain of the Criminal Police Brigade were initially supposed to take full responsibility, but because Wen Mei was also injured, their merits and faults offset each other, and they were not pursued.

The matter was dealt with leniently, and only Director Guan Cunzhong received a warning.

That was the end of it.

A few days passed.

Wen Mei, who had been "comatose" in the hospital for a week, awoke.

Late May.

After deliberation, the standing committee of the county decided to allocate the slot for this session of the division-level cadre training class at the party school of the provincial committee to Chen Fang, and reported it to the provincial committee's party school on the same day.

Everything seemed orderly and calm.

In fact, only a few like Chen Fang knew of the risks and undercurrents that were constantly present.

End of May.

Two pieces of good news arrived.

The first good news, Jin Yi Hui stores in the counties of Wen'an City opened for business that night, and other stores across the province were also in the planning stage.

The second good news, Chen Fang received a notification from the party school of the provincial committee that he could officially start his studies on May 30th.

Securing this opportunity for further education also laid a solid foundation for Chen Fang's future career.

Saturday, May 28.

Early in the morning, Chen Fang got ready.

He boarded the train bound for the provincial city of Rongjiang.

The reason for leaving two days early.

Was because tomorrow, Sunday, May 29, Qi Kexin had a concert at the Rongjiang City Olympic Center, and other signed artists of Lanfang Media were also scheduled to perform.

You should know, Chen Fang was the behind-the-scenes boss of Lanfang Media.

Unbeknownst to him, the company had grown significantly.

Although there were many trips of the high-speed train from Jinde County to Rongjiang City, there were also quite a few passengers.

Chen Fang found his seat and sat down, ready to take a nap during the hour-plus journey. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard an old man say, "How could you do this to me? You should at least let me through."

"What does it matter to me whether you enter or not?"

A rough male voice responded.

Opening his eyes,

he saw an old man standing in the aisle of the train, looking somewhat aggrieved.

The old man appeared to be over seventy.

His hair was a mix of gray and white, thin and short. His clothes were plain and even had some mud stains on them.

In front of him sat a middle-aged man in a crisp POLO shirt and glasses, who appeared quite respectable in society.

The old man's seat was by the window.

The middle-aged man's seat, however, was near the aisle.

Anyone who has taken a high-speed train knows this.

When the small tray table is down, the person sitting by the window can't get through.

At this moment, the small tray table in front of the middle-aged man was indeed down, and the elderly man tried to get through but was blocked by the middle-aged man.

"Seriously, how can you be so unreasonable? My seat is inside, how can I get in if you don't fold up the tray table?"

The elderly man said calmly.

The middle-aged man glanced at him.

With his arms crossed, he said coldly, "How you get in has nothing to do with me, I'm not occupying anyone else's seat."

"If you just fold up the tray table, I can get in."

The elderly man still said composedly.

The middle-aged man reclined in his seat.

Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the elderly man and said with disdain, "Figure it out yourself; fly over or jump over, I don't care."

"If you won't fold the tray table, would you mind standing up for a moment?"

The elderly man said.

The middle-aged man said with disdain, "Who are you? What's your status? Asking me to stand up, do you qualify? This shirt of mine is worth more than your life, if you dirty it while sitting next to me, can you afford it?"

By this point, the conversation had turned rather ugly.

The middle-aged man's "making a scene" now seemed to have a reason.

After all, he disliked the elderly man's lack of status and also thought he looked dirty, intentionally not letting him sit next to him.

At this time, the conductor had called the train manager over.

After failing to mediate, the train manager then called over the railway police.

Still, the middle-aged man didn't care, showing a dismissive attitude, as if the sky could fall and it wouldn't concern him.

The other passengers in the car, although they also disapproved of the middle-aged man's actions,

nobody actually stepped forward to speak in support.

After all, in their eyes, the middle-aged man's attire suggested that he was of high social status.

"Old man, how about we switch seats?"

Chen Fang suddenly stood up and said to the elderly man.

The elderly man was startled, somewhat perplexed.

Chen Fang then asked the train manager, "If the two of us voluntarily exchange seats, that should be okay, right?"

The train manager, not quite understanding Chen Fang's intentions, nodded and said, "If it's a voluntary switch, we won't interfere."

"Okay."

Chen Fang nodded, took his backpack down, and placed it on the luggage rack of the window seat where the elderly man was sitting.

He then helped the elderly man to sit down in his own seat.

The elderly man had more to say but was interrupted by Chen Fang, "It's okay, old man, that seat is mine now, it has nothing to do with you anymore."

Then,

Chen Fang walked up to the middle-aged man.

He said, "Sir, excuse me, I need to get in."

The middle-aged man, having noticed the seat exchange, glanced coldly at Chen Fang and sneered, "Cut it out, what are you pretending for? Pretending to be all righteous? I won't let you through, what can you do to me?"

"Now that is my seat, let me through!"

Chen Fang repeated.

Perhaps Chen Fang's actions irritated him.

The middle-aged man not only refused to move but became even more obstinate, muttering filthily, "I told you, I won't move, try flying over me."

"You sure you won't move?"

Chen Fang asked.

The middle-aged man scornfully said, "I'd rather die than let you through!"

"Oh, if that's the case then..."

Chen Fang said.

A hand lightly landed on his shoulder.

At that moment.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face changed.

From arrogance, it turned to shock, and then to horror.

His face, previously flushed from the argument, gradually lost color, and his lips started to tremble inexplicably…

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