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Volume 2 Chapter 18 Face to face

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    Throughout the two sessions, Liu Fei had been living in fear. Every minute he waited for the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to take him away. However, the worst outcome never happened. Instead, another incident that closely related to him happened in Beijing.

    In the East Third Ring Road Middle Road, Chaoyang District, Beijing, in the CC** headquarters building, commonly known as "Big Pants", the famous reporter and host Ling Zijie is preparing to appear on the show. He is wearing an Armani suit jacket and a bright red tie. It is the time of the Two Sessions, it is festive.  , but underneath are sweatpants and slippers. Anyway, the stage is blocking the view, so just be casual and comfortable. The hosts all dress in a mix and match.

    The assistant suddenly ran over: "Teacher Ling, someone is looking for you."

    Ling Zijie said displeasedly: "Let him wait until the show is finished."

    A strange voice came from behind the assistant: "Ling Zijie, do you still remember me?"

    Ling Zijie took a closer look and recognized it. Isn't this Liu Handong? I heard that he has a very good relationship with the eldest daughter of Zheng Jeff's family. Why did he suddenly appear on CCTV? Is he asking for help?

    "Do you have time to chat?" Liu Handong said with a pleasant smile.

    "When I finish recording the show, I'll treat you to dinner." Ling Zijie didn't understand the situation. He was a man of many talents and wanted to make friends with the Zheng family through Liu Handong.

    Liu Handong said: "No, the show is cancelled. I'll treat you to tea."

    Ling Zijie then realized something was wrong and looked around, trying to find help.

    Liu Handong also brought two men in civilian clothes with him. They had short crew cuts and sharp eyes. They were law enforcement officers from the powerful department. The two stepped forward and clamped Ling Zijie on the left and right. One of them took out the steel handcuffs.

    "Save reporter Ling some face." Liu Handong said, "At least we got to know each other. By the way, Zhu Pengpeng asked me to say hello to you."

    Ling Zijie's legs were weak and he couldn't walk, so he was carried away. The staff of CCTV witnessed the arrogant reporter's face turning pale and being forcibly dragged away from the recording site. They all felt secretly happy. This guy is so arrogant.  Domineering and arrogant, there are many people who wish him bad luck.

    Ling Zijie was taken to the parking lot and put into a private station wagon. The moment the car door closed, he saw his car, a cool bluestone electric supercar, parked quietly in a special parking space. He didn't know  When can I come back and drive my own car? Maybe a year, maybe three to five years, maybe a lifetime.

    The Investigation Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China does not have a fixed office address. It is currently occupying a building from the 1960s in the garrison area. It has a clear Soviet-style architectural style. The five-pointed star relief on the door is mottled and dry grape vines cover the sunny area.  Facing the wall, walking here feels like walking into a time tunnel.

    Song Jianfeng borrowed a squad of soldiers from the Central Guard Bureau. They were all from Shandong. They were upright and loyal. They took obeying orders as their bounden duty and would never talk nonsense. The ministry bought them Youngor suits, shirts and ties.  A set of more than 3,000 pieces of woolen clothing made them look like migrant workers. Their hairstyle and eyes showed that they were soldiers.

    The mission of this squad is security and communications. It is equipped with Type 92 and Type 07 pistols, Chongqing imitation MP5 submachine guns, 95 rifles and 88 sniper rifles. The firepower is enough to suppress any armed gang in the country. Of course, when dealing with tough situations, the armed police will be called for support.

    The guard at the gate saluted Liu Handong, who returned the salute and ordered Ling Zijie to be put into a cell.

    Upstairs is Song Jianfeng¡¯s office. The department has been restarted and the facilities are not complete. Old Song is sitting behind an old-fashioned desk reading documents. Behind him is an old bookshelf filled with files covered in kraft paper, covered with a layer of old dust.

    Liu Handong pushed the door open and came in: "Ling Zijie is here."

    Song Jianfeng said: "Let him dry for eight hours first."

    Liu Handong said: "When will Liu Fei be arrested?"

    Song Jianfeng put down his pen, his eyes bright: "We can't act too hastily. Liu Fei is a member of the Central Committee, a deputy to the National People's Congress, and a deputy provincial cadre. To punish such corrupt elements, public opinion must be the guide, cut off his wings, completely destroy his psychological defenses, and finally  Take it in one fell swoop.¡±

    Liu Handong thoughtfully said: "Destroy the psychological defense, I understand."

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    In the early hours of the morning, Ling Zijie was woken up by the cold from his deep sleep. He was surrounded by blue-gray walls and a dim incandescent lamp on the ceiling. The lampshade was in the shape of a green iron hat, a product of the 1970s. He was lying on a red wooden bed.  On the chair, the number of the fixed assets of the Beijing Garrison District Logistics Department was written in white paint on the chair legs. The floor was a rough cement floor, and there were no other furnishings in the room.

    Ling Zijie was shivering all over and his nose was a little blocked. It was still very cold in Beijing during the two sessions. He wrapped himself tightly in Armani, which was made of wool, but it still couldn't bring any warmth.

    The door opened and Ling Zijie was frightened.Shivering, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Let me go. I have many high-level friends. I can do whatever you want."

    Liu Handong came in. He threw a stack of A4 white paper and a pen to Ling Zijie: "Write your confession materials."

    Ling Zijie pretended not to understand: "What should I tell you?"

    Liu Handong said: "If you think you have anything to explain, just write it down."

    Ling Zijie nodded: "Okay, okay."

    Liu Handong went out. Ling Zijie knelt on the ground, used a bench as a table, and began to write the explanation materials. He was a top student at Beiqing University. No matter what he wrote, he finished it in one go. By dawn, five thousand words had been written.  .

    At eight o'clock in the morning, Liu Handong came in again, took away Ling Zijie's confession materials, went back to the office and read it carefully. After reading it, he stormed back angrily, kicked open the door, and yelled at Ling Zijie: "Give me the part about sleeping with Xu Jiaojiao.  Rewrite! Don¡¯t even think about eating if you write less than 10,000 words.¡±

    Ling Zijie had no choice but to rewrite, clearly describing how Xu Jiaojiao coerced and lured her, and how she finally took over him. Every detail was not missed. He finally managed to scrape together 10,000 words, and called the guards to ask Liu Handong.  Will review again.

    Liu Handong read ten lines at a glance, and fell on Ling Zijie's face again: "You are a talented person who graduated from Beiqing University. What the hell is this? A third-rate pornographic novel! You need to highlight the psychological description, do you understand? Rewrite it!"

    Ling Zijie was about to cry but had no tears. He climbed the grid again hungry and rewrote it four times. It was not until dusk that Liu Handong was satisfied with the final draft. He brought a laptop and ordered him to input the manuscript into the computer.

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    Beijing, Jiangdong Building, this is usually the Jiangdong Provincial Office in Beijing, but now it is the residence of Jiangdong Provincial Representatives of the Two Sessions. Liu Fei lives here. The central government has implemented strict austerity. The hotel no longer has the red carpets, flowers, slogans and banners of the past, and even the rooms  Disposable toiletries are saved.

    Liu Handong came to Jiangdong Building and was stopped by the staff when he walked to the door: "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

    A red leather ID card was handed over. For the convenience of work, the Investigation Department used the ID card from the General Office of the Central Committee.

    The staff member was a member of the armed police. When he saw the ID, he immediately saluted: "Hello, Chief."

    Liu Handong went straight upstairs. He had already found out Liu Fei's room number. He came to the door and banged on it.

    Liu Fei was reading the newspaper indoors. Recently, he insisted on reciting the Buddha's name every day. Reading the "Diamond Sutra" can calm his mind and realize what it means to be empty of all four elements. He was immersed in the profound meaning of the Buddhist scriptures when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. He couldn't help but become furious. When will he be stationed in Beijing?  The quality of the service staff has become so low!

    Representatives of the two sessions were not allowed to bring attendants. Liu Fei lived alone and had no secretary to help him deal with these trivial matters. He quickly stepped forward and opened the car door. When he saw Liu Handong, his eyes widened and he took two steps back.  My breathing began to quicken, my calves became cramped, and if I hadn't been holding on to the edge of the table tightly, I might have had to sit on the floor.

    ??It¡¯s finally here, Shuanggui, transfer to justice, going to court, sentencing, and Qin Cheng¡¯s death. All these are overwhelming and make Liu Fei breathless.

    But Liu Handong didn¡¯t arrest him, he just took out a file bag and threw it over: ¡°Let¡¯s take a look, it¡¯s quite interesting.¡±

    Liu Fei woke up and saw that Liu Handong had left. The file bag was left on the carpet. It was evidence of his crime without asking. He stayed for a while, then opened the bag, took out a stack of writing paper from it, glanced at it a few times and threw it away.  Come on, this is Ling Zijie's personal confession. Every word shows that this big reporter is one of Xu Jiao's spoiled faces.

    For ordinary people, this is a fatal blow, but for Liu Fei, it is not worth mentioning. He has long been aware of these things. He and Xu Jiaojiao are doing their own thing. On the surface, they maintain a political marriage and live in peace and contentment.  Fortunately, since the political failure, these scandals cannot be covered up, and it is only a matter of time before they are made public.

    Liu Fei tore the papers into pieces and continued reading his Diamond Sutra.

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    The fact that the famous CCTV reporter Ling Zijie was taken away for investigation by the relevant departments could not be concealed at all. Within a day, the whole network knew about it, and all kinds of gossips were flying all over the sky. The whole world knew that Ling Zijie was the spoiled child of Xu Jiao, the wife of Omi Municipal Party Committee Secretary Liu Fei.  , people in CCTV who were dissatisfied with Ling Zijie dug up Ling's shameless business history and exposed it online.

    The most relieved thing is Zhu Pengpeng who was dumped by Ling Zijie. Her father Zhu Huabiao has been sentenced and her family has plummeted. Her life is miserable every day. Being able to see Ling Zijie being unlucky can make her happy for a long time.

    Liu Fei had completed the National Two Sessions under great pressure, and when he returned to Omi, he had to attend the Jiangdong Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He was busy with affairs every day, meeting endless people and shaking hands. This illusion sometimes made him feelHe is still a person, but soap bubbles have to be burst. Liu Fei sometimes feels that there is ridicule in other people's smiles, and other people's eyes always look at his head unconsciously, as if there is a green melon-skin hat.  .

    In fact, all the people in Omi know about Mrs. Liu Fei's romantic past, the handsome CCTV male reporter, the treasured prime minister Zhuang Qinghai Rinpoche, and the donkey-like treasure under Rinpoche's crotch, which is said to be soaked in high-quality liquor  , a sip can have the miraculous effect of making a golden gun invulnerable. In short, the people are full of malice and their whims are endless. Stories about Liu Fei's family emerge one after another and are popular.

    Liu Fei received a notice from the Procuratorate that his wife Xu Jiaojiao was suspected of embezzling charity funds and falsifying accounts. She was arrested in accordance with the law and is now being held in Taoyuan Detention Center in Jiangbei City.

    Xu Jiaojiao is being tried in a different place. It is said that Wang Hai and Heizi are also being held in Jiangbei Detention Center, which is Zhou Wen's territory. It is basically impossible to ask someone to deliver letters or find out information.

    After finishing his day's work, Liu Fei returned home, sat there for a while, and then came to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't dyed his hair for a long time, and his head was gray, showing his age. He sighed and took out the drawer from the drawer.  He took out the razor and put it on his neck.

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