Chen Fang's transfer was not the original intention of the Wulan City Committee.

It was a personal request from Zhao Yiping.

On the very day that Xu Jianfeng was taken away, Zhao Yiping came to his office, sat there for a long time, and then summoned Chen Fang.

Xu Jianfeng's office was the most minimally decorated of all the city committee leaders' offices.

There was no water dispenser, only the most old-fashioned kettle.

The standard air conditioning unit that every room should have was replaced in his office by a mere electric fan.

On the side wall hung a piece of calligraphy that was gifted to him by Zhao Yiping before he took up his post in Guyang City.

"Pure as the wind."

Now it seemed extremely ironic.

Zhao Yiping held a pen in his hand.

He said to Chen Fang, "This pen was also a gift I gave him before he took office, and at that time I advised him to think three times before signing anything, to ensure that the tip of the pen always pointed towards the common people. He promised me back then, but in the end, he failed to do so."

As he spoke these words, Zhao Yiping's face showed countless expressions of disappointment.

"When I was a teacher, I taught many students. Xu Jianfeng was the most diligent and the most hardworking of them all. Back then, everyone thought that going to college was just for fun, but only he would spend each day in the library, reading. He wore old clothes picked up from others, and ate simple meals. I wasn't much older than him at the time, and it always hurt me to see him like that. Every time I got paid, I would take him out for something nice to eat. I still remember his simple smile from over twenty years ago…"

Chen Fang saw how heartbroken he was.

He consoled, "Secretary Zhao, such an outcome may not be solely his fault but also that of the times. In the midst of sweeping changes that occur once in a century, material desires surge like tides. Xu Jianfeng was strung tight like a chord all his life; it was those who intended to profit from him that cut this chord."

"Ah!"

Zhao Yiping sighed deeply.

He continued, "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. I called you here today because there is something I want to discuss with you."

"Please go ahead, Secretary Zhao."

"I'm thinking of transferring you to work at the Disciplinary Committee."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fang was taken aback.

He had not been working as the Organization Department head for long; why was he being transferred to the Disciplinary Committee now?

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Chen Fang's eyes,

Zhao Yiping explained, "There are two reasons. First, after so many incidents in Guyang City, there will definitely be a major reshuffle. The work of the discipline departments will be of utmost importance, and I believe your character is better suited to discipline work—at least that's what I think."

Chen Fang did not respond to this.

Truth be told, he was more inclined towards organizational work.

After all, organizational work put one in a position to be ingratiated with, whereas disciplinary work, on the contrary, was more likely to make one unpopular. After all, it involved dealing with matters that offended people.

"There's a second reason, too. There is an unresolved case in Guyang City that hasn't been cracked yet. Ren Yiweng couldn't handle it, so I thought I would give you a try."

Chen Fang was startled and asked, "An unsolved case? What kind of case?"

Zhao Yiping picked up a folder from the coffee table and handed it to Chen Fang, saying, "A robbery case."

"A robbery case? Aren't robbery cases the responsibility of the public security department? Why would the Disciplinary Committee intervene?"

Chen Fang wondered.

"Just look at the material first, and after you're done, we'll talk more."

Since Zhao Yiping had spoken, Chen Fang began to read seriously.

But after scanning just a few lines, his eyes widened.

The robbery had occurred not long ago, just three or four months earlier, and what was most surprising was the identity of the suspect: he was Song Yan, the deputy prosecutor of the Guyang City Procuratorate.

How could a deputy prosecutor be committing robbery?

And it was an armed bank robbery?

This sounds more like a storyline straight out of a movie.

The incident occurred at the end of September last year.

The location was inside the Agricultural and Commercial Bank of Guyang City.

The specific time was around nine-thirty in the morning when Song Yan, armed with a police handgun, burst into the banking hall. At that moment, a business owner and his entourage had just withdrawn a large sum of cash from the counter and were about to leave with the money when Song Yan entered. He opened fire without saying a word, hitting the business owner's arm by luck. However, one of the bodyguards, attempting to protect the owner, was killed on the spot.

It so happened that there was a patrol car nearby at the time.

After hearing the gunshots, two police officers quickly got out of the car and rushed into the robbery scene, engaging in a physical altercation with the suspect Song Yan.

In the end, Song Yan was shot dead on the spot.

After reading this, Chen Fang felt the case wasn't particularly complicated.

He looked at Zhao Yiping and asked, "It shows that the case is closed on the material. Why is it still mentioned as an unsolved case?"

"Because some people don't believe he would commit robbery," said Zhao Yiping.

Chen Fang, pointing at a line in the report, said, "In this report, a large number of loan notes were found in Song Yan's house, totaling more than 400,000. Aren't these corroborative evidence?"

Zhao Yiping paused and said, "Sure, the motive for the crime is clear, but this kid is someone I watched grow up. Neither his father nor I can believe he is that kind of person. This is just a personal request from me. You can either take it or leave it. It doesn't matter."

Chen Fang pondered for a long time.

In the end, he nodded his head anyway.

So the third directive was to remove Chen Fang from his position as Head of the Organization Department and to appoint him as the Secretary of the Disciplinary Committee.

Everyone knew that after these three directives were issued, the "dramatic changes" in Guyang City were far from over.

First off, the top leader's position was vacant, and following Chen Fang's transfer to the Disciplinary Committee, the Head of the Organization Department's post also opened up.

The reason these two positions weren't filled at the same time was obvious.

There was no need to guess; it was well known that the leaders in the city were fiercely vying for these two positions.

There's no need to mention the top leader.

The role of Organization Department Head, particularly with the initiation of the Economic Development Zone project, became extremely important.

After all, only the top two positions in the Economic Development Zone were confirmed, and there was a vast number of official appointments yet to be made, which required the Organization Department's involvement. Gaining control over the Organization Department meant essentially controlling the Economic Development Zone.

Wulan City's First Detention Center.

Xu Jianfeng sat inside the cell, looking listless and sullen.

Suddenly.

The sound of a lock being opened came from the entrance of the cell, followed by a prison guard shouting, "4570, interrogation!"

Hearing this number, everyone's gaze turned toward Xu Jianfeng.

That was because it was the number on the orange vest he was wearing.

Xu Jianfeng climbed down from the bunk and walked to the door, obediently extending his hands, and with a click, handcuffs were placed on him.

After leaving the cell block, Xu Jianfeng walked a familiar route.

"Turn left up ahead."

The prison guard suddenly reminded him from behind.

Xu Jianfeng paused.

He asked, "Officer, isn't this the way to the interrogation room?"

The guard, with a stern face, replied, "I told you to turn left, so turn left. Why all the unnecessary talk?"

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