Xu Jianxun felt an immense pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced. Secretary Yan had all but pointed at his nose and said, "If you can't handle this properly, vacate your position. I'll find someone else who can!"
The authority to nominate, appoint, and dismiss the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission secretary did indeed rest with the higher authorities. But if the Provincial Party Committee secretary became deeply dissatisfied with him, how could he carry on with his work? Besides, his appointment as secretary of the Jiangnan Province Discipline Inspection Commission had actually come with Yan Huafeng's strong recommendation and support.
Superiors pressured subordinates, one rank after another.
Xu Jianxun immediately summoned Deputy Secretary Gao Lian and sternly ordered him to accelerate the investigation. He had to uncover all of Zhou Shiyuan's illegal acts and disciplinary violations before the Central Discipline Inspection Commission made a move.
With a miserable expression, Gao Lian steeled himself and agreed.
As the official responsible for handling Zhou Shiyuan's case, he was now under equally crushing pressure.
In truth, many people had approached him lately, either asking him to go easy on Zhou Shiyuan or urging him to drag his feet deliberately and slow the investigation to buy time.
The dilemma before him was this: he had to give the Provincial Party Committee a satisfactory account, yet he could not afford to ignore what "certain people" had told him. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Also, look into the tip-off letter for me. Secretary Yan trusts me, and I trust you, but that doesn't mean the entire Discipline Inspection Commission can be trusted. Do you understand?"
Xu Jianxun stared into Gao Lian's eyes, his tone grave.
Gao Lian said he understood. Yes, he understood perfectly. Xu Jianxun claimed to trust him, but