However, the more Dong Xuebin wanted to keep his feet on the ground and get things done, the more obstacles he ran into.
That day, Dong Xuebin was going through case files brought back from the Huitian Township Police Station in the county bureau office. Many had also been provided by Officer Chu Feng. Most were cases from Huitian Township that had either gone unsolved this year or had ultimately been dropped. There was the incident of people gambling and fighting at a township Mahjong parlor, someone's dog biting a person without even paying medical expenses, someone's child driving drunk and trampling a villager's crops—dozens of disputes that did not quite rise to the level of criminal cases. Dong Xuebin understood why these cases had gone nowhere. It was not entirely because the Police Station had failed to do its duty; the relationships involved were simply too complicated. There were connections to township leaders, county leaders, and the County Public Security Bureau. Often, a leader would make a call to plead someone's case, or it would turn out that the person was a friend or relative of some official. Naturally, the investigation could not continue.
Throwing the files onto the desk, Dong Xuebin rubbed his aching brow. He wanted to investigate every case without regard for personal ties and get justice for ordinary people. But this country ran on connections and rules. If he refused to give anyone face, he would certainly be shut out of the circle. He might even lose his position.
Ring, ring, ring. His phone rang.
Dong Xuebin checked it. It was from his mom, Luan Xiaoping.
"Xiao Bin, you're busy, right? Mom will only say a couple words. The second son of Lao Qingzi's family, who gets along pretty well with us, was bitten by