On Monday at five-thirty in the afternoon, Sun Xianjin rushed to Li Ye's home. The moment he entered, he started shouting excitedly.
"Brother, Old Xun's punishment has been decided. He's being exiled to the Northern Frontier. You've really made a name for yourself this time—toppling a whole stack of people in half a week!"
"..."
Hearing the news, Li Ye said nothing for a while.
This time, he had only intended to deal with Professor Xiahou Qingzhi and his people. He hadn't expected to rake the grass and flush out a rabbit, bringing down Director Xun as well.
After Chen Fusheng, on behalf of the Hong Kong investors, had "voiced his opinions" to Director Qu and deputy group leader Luo that day, the higher-ups had taken it very seriously.
Pei Wencong had spent all these years quietly investing in the mainland, making almost no demands of the mainland. Now that he had suddenly lodged a serious protest, how could Minister Xue's faction possibly let such an opportunity slip by? The Department had no choice but to take it seriously.
And so, Director Xun was decisively pushed out to take the blame.
The incident had happened on Friday, and by Monday the decision had been made. The speed of the process was like a swift blade cutting through tangled hemp—not a moment was wasted.
Li Ye even figured that Director Xun must have been completely dumbfounded when he received the notice.
Professor Xiahou Qingzhi's side had been like pulling out a radish and bringing up the mud, implicating a whole host of people. Things were still murky and unsettled over there! Director Xun had merely brushed against the edge of it, yet he had been dealt with so cleanly.
But Li Ye knew that when a gecko severed its tail, it