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Meeting room of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Handong Province.
Sha Ruijin sat in the main seat, his brows slightly furrowed, listening to the report from the director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission on the budget for the next phase of the pilot project.
Zhao Dagong appeared to be intently looking at the documents in front of him.
But the pen in his hand unconsciously drew messy lines on the paper.
Gao Yuliang picked up his teacup and gently blew away any non-existent foam.
His gaze, however, was somewhat unfocused.
Everyone seemed focused on the task at hand.
But an invisible, anxious sense of waiting permeated every corner of the conference room.
Everyone is waiting!
Waiting for news from Beijing!
A piece of news that could determine the future landscape of Handong and the fate of many people!
suddenly!
The meeting room door was gently pushed open.
Sha Ruijin's secretary strode in, his face showing a shock that he tried hard to suppress but could not hide!
He walked straight to Sha Ruijin, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Sha Ruijin's hand holding the teacup trembled violently!
A few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware!
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with an unbelievable, almost tangible light!
He stared intently at his secretary!
It seems they are confirming the authenticity of this news!
The secretary nodded very solemnly and almost imperceptibly.
this moment!
The solemnity on Sha Ruijin's face melted away like ice and snow!
Instead, there was an indescribable, exhilarating sense of relief!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, and slowly swept his gaze over all the standing committee members present.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on his face, filled with inquiry and tension.
Sha Ruijin's voice, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, exploded like thunder in the silent conference room!
Comrades!
"We've just received the most reliable information from the capital!"
He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word:
"Zhao Lichun!"
"The case has been formally opened for investigation by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection!"
"This will be carried out personally by Special Envoy Comrade Mu Chen!"
"Just now! In the Western Hills of Beijing! Zhao Lichun has been taken away!"
boom!
This news struck like a thunderbolt at the Standing Committee meeting!
Zhao Lichun!
He's been arrested!
Chapter 332 The Sensation of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee Member, Reactions from All Sides!
As this news was announced.
The entire provincial party committee meeting room fell into a deathly silence!
You can hear the needle drop!
Only heavy breathing could be heard.
Everyone's face was filled with utter shock!
Although I was mentally prepared, the impact was still overwhelming when Sha Ruijin personally confirmed the news and announced it in such a decisive manner!
Zhao Lichun!
Zhao family!
Handong was a behemoth that had been entrenched for many years and was deeply rooted!
That name once represented supreme power.
At this moment, it truly collapsed.
Uprooted!
Starting today!
In Handong, the Zhao family is no more!
The provincial party committee standing committee meeting ended quickly.
No one was in the mood for a meeting anymore.
After all, this event had a tremendous impact on them! They had anticipated that this day would come.
When that day finally arrives.
It was so breathtaking!
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Office of the Director of the Provincial Public Security Department, Jingzhou City.
The night is dark.
Qi Tongwei, however, felt no sleepiness whatsoever.
He did not continue to handle official business.
Instead, he was reflecting on what Sha Ruijin had announced at today's meeting.
Zhao Lichun has been arrested.
He finally got to see this day.
Qi Tongwei slowly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.
A complex emotion, difficult to describe, welled up inside me.
Heavy, oppressive, relieved... and a belated sense of sorrow.
So many years.
From his early days at Handong University of Political Science and Law, to his hard work and experience in the public security system, and his gradual rise to a high position.
The Zhao family's influence is ubiquitous!
How many ambitions are suppressed?
How much of our conviction has been distorted?
How much helplessness and compromise?
The shadow of the Zhao family, like a malignant tumor, permeates every aspect of Handong, suffocating everyone.
Now, this great mountain has finally collapsed!
Moreover, he was pushed down by his younger brother, Mu Chen!
Qi Tongwei suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze now devoid of any confusion or gloom, only filled with determination.
He picked up the intercom on the table, his voice steady and strong:
"Issue this notice: All provincial department cadres at or above the division level will attend an emergency meeting in Conference Room 1 at 8:00 AM tomorrow!"
"Topic: Eliminate the remaining pernicious influence of Zhao Lichun! Reshape the atmosphere of the provincial department!"
He can finally let loose!
Let's go all out!
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The Provincial Party Committee compound, No. 3.
The lights were on in the study.
Gao Yuliang sat alone at his desk.
He held an open copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" in his hand, but his gaze was not on the pages. Instead, it pierced through the night outside the window, appearing somewhat distant.