"Deputy Minister Li said the public uproar over the Arson Case was intensifying and having a negative social impact, so he suggested we rein in the relevant media outlets and control the direction of news coverage..."
Cheng Yucai answered truthfully.
Li Wengui, at Deputy Ministerial Level, was one of the deputy ministers of the Central Publicity Department.
"What do you think?" Jian Wanyan tossed his pen onto the desk and asked expressionlessly.
Seeing the secretary's attitude, and remembering that a certain young man was in Changtian, Jiangnan, handling this very case, Cheng Yucai immediately answered solemnly, "I think Li Wengui is overstepping his bounds. I can't speak for elsewhere, but here in Liaodong Province, we've always upheld what you said, Secretary: 'Ensure transparency in the news and safeguard the public's right to know.'"
Secretary Jian nodded in satisfaction. "Tell Li Wengui that's my position!"
That was close, Cheng Yucai thought before turning to leave.
Jian Wanyan sat there thinking for a moment, then took out his phone and called "Brother Jianxian" directly. His very first words were, "If you really can't manage it, just give Zhou Yi back!"
Wei Siqi's first reaction upon hearing that was, Have you lost your mind, Jian?
When has anyone ever heard of someone taking back something that I, Wei Jianxian, have already claimed?
But a moment later, he understood what the other man was implying.
He gave a cold chuckle. "We both know that a Provincial Party Committee Secretary who can't control the core power structures of his province doesn't even deserve to be called competent."
"Just because I've kept quiet doesn't mean I can't see or hear anything. I'm simply waiting for your son-in-law to finish throwing his combination punches."
"If he does well, he'll be richly rewarded. If he doesn't, I can