"There was nothing wrong with this entertainment expense. More than a dozen people spent over ten days negotiating in the capital; eight thousand yuan was not excessive at all. The charge of abusing power for personal gain is even more baseless—this is plainly a false accusation."
Park In-cheol angrily threw the accusation materials onto the table, stubbornly craning his neck like a wronged martyr who would rather die than yield.
Ever since Li Ye had questioned the "eight thousand yuan in entertainment expenses" at the meeting on the day he returned, Park In-cheol had coordinated his story with outsiders and made thorough preparations.
As long as he refused to loosen his grip, there would be no evidence to investigate. After dragging it out for a while, he could fob them off by saying, "Too much time has passed; I forgot."
But after Niu Hongzhang gave Park In-cheol a few cold looks, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure these are all false accusations? Right now, I'm questioning you on behalf of the organization. In a couple of days, someone else may come question you on behalf of the state."
"..."
The stubborn Park In-cheol instantly broke out in a cold sweat, chilled straight to the heart.
Most of the contents of this accusation were deductions, and there was indeed no hard evidence. But what existed existed, and what did not, did not. The extra ten thousand yuan or so in his home was no fake.
Besides, the eighties had their own "great memory restoration technique." If outsiders truly came to investigate, he did not know whether he could withstand it.
Park In-cheol took several irritated breaths, then said, "Secretary Niu, perhaps I was somewhat extravagant when entertaining guests, but it was all for the organization's benefit. Other than