The secretary didn't know how to explain anymore.

Dragging Wu Junyong, they approached the computer.

After hitting a key on the keyboard, a forum page popped up.

Scrolling the mouse downward.

Image after image shockingly appeared before their eyes.

Wu Junyong glanced once and was immediately dumbstruck.

There were many photos, at least dozens, displaying various street corners of Changming County adorned with banners and posters.

"Warning: Li Duming monopolizes power, a disaster for millennia."

"All units and departments are forbidden from attending Li Duming's memorial service. Violators will be severely punished."

"Overthrow Li Duming, preserve the clear skies of Changming County."

"..."

Similar slogans varied in form, some were placed on bus ads, elevator ads, and even scrolled on mall advertising screens, looking quite glaring.

"What's going on here?"

Wu Junyong asked in astonishment.

The secretary shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know who from below did this."

Wu Junyong was so angry he was practically steaming.

These slogans were indeed what he wanted to express, but those fools below had actually put them up directly. Wasn't this clearly trying to provoke him?

"Leader, I'll have someone remove them immediately."

The secretary said.

Wu Junyong narrowed his eyes.

Said, "No need, given that Li Duming will be cremated tomorrow, we can still remove the banners then."

"This..."

"What's this? The man is already dead, and even if people see it, so what? I'll assume responsibility if anything happens."

Wu Junyong said.

If that was the case.

The secretary had nothing more to worry about.

Just as he was about to go out, there was a loud clang. The door to the office was "banged" open again.

Office director Wang Zhiyu rushed in breathlessly and said, "Mayor Wu, something terrible has happened."

Wu Junyong furrowed his brows and asked, "What now?"

Wang Zhiyu took a deep breath.

Trying to calm his racing heart, he said, "Li Duming... Li Duming..."

"Did he come back to life? Such a fuss over nothing."

"It's... it's more serious than coming back to life... Many have gone to the mourning..."

Wang Zhiyu said breathlessly.

Upon hearing this, Wu Junyong furrowed his brows and said, "Damn it, I've repeatedly said no one should go mourn, yet there are still people trying to provoke me. You two, go and take down the names, I want to see who is so senseless..."

"It's... it's the provincial and city leaders..."

Wang Zhiyu stamped his foot and said.

Wu Junyong was stunned, his expression suddenly froze as he asked, "What did you say? Provincial and city leaders?"

Wang Zhiyu nodded and said, "The Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Committee, Tang Changxue, the Political Commissar of the Provincial Military District, Feng Xiao, have already arrived at the funeral home, and the City Committee Secretary, Song Yiqiang, the Deputy Secretary of the City Committee, Wu Qinglan, and the head of the Organization Department, Xu Lianyun, have also gotten off the freeway and are heading straight to the funeral home. The county leaders who have received the news are already on their way there."

This statement was the key point.

Wu Junyong wished he could kick Wang Zhiyu to death. After all that preamble, it was all redundant.

At that moment, she was also incredibly shocked.

He had worked with Li Duming for so long.

He never thought Li Duming had any connections at the provincial or city levels.

And it was impossible for him to know the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Committee, Tang Changxue, and the Political Commissar of the Provincial Military District, Feng Xiao, yet why were they attending the mourning?

He couldn't manage to care about that anymore.

Recalling the many slogans he had seen online.

His heart had already risen to his throat.

It was over, it was really over now...

"Prepare the car, quick, to the funeral home!"

Wu Junyong bellowed.

It was a little after eleven in the morning.

Wu Junyong's car reached the parking lot of the funeral home.

Sure enough, as far as the eye could see, the parking lot was filled with vehicles from the provincial and municipal committees.

He shivered, then hurriedly dashed toward the condolence hall.

Upon arriving at the scene.

All around the condolence hall, there were leaders everywhere.

He didn't even bother to strike up a conversation with them; he took two steps at a time and rushed into the condolence hall, fell on his knees in front of the coffin, and wailed, "Mr. Li, my Mr. Li, how could you just leave us... you've just let go of this mortal world. What am I supposed to do now... Mr. Li..."

And, believe it or not.

Wu Junyong's acting wasn't bad.

He cried so convincingly, it was just that no matter how much he squeezed, he couldn't bring any tears.

"Mayor Wu, why are you crying?"

At that moment, Chen Fang approached and asked.

Seeing Chen Fang, Wu Junyong also paused, then said sadly, "Comrade Chen Fang, you've come as well. I'm here to mourn Mr. Li..."

"But Mr. Li has already been cremated."

Chen Fang said.

Wu Junyong was startled.

He stood up and peered inside the coffin; sure enough, the transparent coffin was empty.

"Mr. Li, I've arrived too late. How could you leave like this, Mr. Li... Why didn't you wait for me?"

Wu Junyong burst into loud crying again.

The entire condolence hall echoed with his howls and cries.

"Comrade Wun Junyong, come here for a second!"

Suddenly, a scolding voice sounded from behind.

Wu Junyong shuddered, turned sharply, and saw the city committee secretary, Song Yiqiang, staring at him coldly.

He immediately stood up, walked timidly over to Song Yiqiang, and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Secretary Song, hello."

"I want to know, what's with those banners I saw all the way here?"

"Banners? What banners? I don't know."

Wu Junyong played dumb.

Song Yiqiang chuckled coldly and said, "You don't know? Did you fly here from the county government? The banners were all along the way, you don't know, and I got a severe scolding from the leaders, and now you're telling me you don't know? Weren't those the exact words you told the people at the lower units?"

"I didn't."

Actually, Wu Junyong was already terrified to the core.

But he knew that he must not admit it, no matter what.

"You don't know? Fine! You are still deceiving the organization, deceiving the leadership. You can stop being the mayor, go back and reflect on yourself. As for your next step, I'll decide after I go back and think it over."

As soon as Song Yiqiang finished speaking.

Wu Junyong's world collapsed.

He momentarily became dizzy and nearly fell to the ground.

It goes without saying that the banners were set up overnight by Chen Fang, and these mourning leaders had come to give face to Chen Fang.

Moreover, the city had already signed a decision to declare Li Duming had died in the line of duty.

Chen Fang had two reasons for doing so: he wanted to give Li Duming a magnificent funeral, and naturally, he wanted to take revenge on those who were ruthless to Li Duming until the end.

"Comrade Chen Fang, Comrade Chen Fang, please say some good words to the leader for me, I was wrong, it was my fault, I... I will sweep Mr. Li's grave every day from now on, please let me go this time, alright?"

By then, Wu Junyong had realized what was happening.

The situation he faced, undoubtedly, was orchestrated by Chen Fang.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be present.

Wu Junyong suddenly clung to Chen Fang, pleading.

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