Zhou Yi knew exactly what role he was supposed to play in Changtian, Jiangnan.
He was there to be a competent firefighter.
Yes, he had come specifically to solve cases, bringing the killers to justice while building up some political capital for himself along the way.
He was pleased that the 730 Dormitory Tragedy had been successfully solved.
He was very displeased that someone wanted to obstruct the 83 Major Arson Case.
And when he was displeased, he had no intention of letting anyone else be pleased.
Justice, conscience, morality... these were certainly motives behind his actions. But without any false modesty, the real reason he dared to open fire in public at a Standing Committee meeting was that his father-in-law was a Provincial Party Committee Secretary.
So he would not boast about how brave or fearless he was. He simply had other options-if they did not want him here, someone elsewhere would.
Wang Haidong regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself. After all, he was the one who had first invited Zhou Yi to express his opinion.
He had dug his own grave-he had only himself to blame.
The entire conference room fell into an awkward silence.
At last, Deputy Municipal Party Secretary Chang Baili cleared his throat and said in an ambiguous tone, "It seems Comrade Zhou Yi has objections to the findings of the arson investigation. Once the meeting is over, you can report them to Comrade Haidong first."
Chang Baili's meaning was clear: this was not on the agenda for today's Standing Committee meeting. If Zhou Yi had any thoughts, he should discuss them with his supervisor first.
Zhou Yi nodded. "Secretary Chang is right. I've already conveyed my objections to Secretary Wang."
The corner of Wang Haidong's mouth twitched. *You little bastard.