A typhoon hit the whole of Lingnan without warning.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the whole city was shrouded in wind and rain and thunder in Guangdong.

The neon at night is no longer bright, and looking through the window of the room at the night outside, you can only see the dim light, and nothing else can be seen.

The phone rang in a hurry, Huang Hongyuan woke up from his sleep, grabbed the phone and didn't have time to speak, he was stunned by the news on the other end of the phone, he couldn't care about the night, quickly dressed, took the briefcase, and hurried downstairs.

The driver downstairs had been waiting for a long time to start the car, he got into the back seat of the car, his face was pale, and said, "Go to the governor's house first, and I'll call him immediately!" ”

The rain was too heavy.

Many roads in the city of Guangdong have been flooded.

The car sped through the water, splashing countless waves.

Occasionally, a silver-white lightning flashed, which was so exciting that people's hearts would be awe-inspiring unnaturally, and then they had the urge to cover their ears, because there would inevitably be earth-shattering thunder next.

In the rain, Huang Hongyuan looked outside through the glass, and there was an indescribable tension in his mood.

He has been in the political arena for most of his life, has experienced countless things, and has long developed the quality of not being surprised by changes.

But today, encountering a sudden situation, it still makes him feel up and down, and it is difficult to calm down!

Half a year later, the car finally arrived downstairs of Governor Zhou.

The lights in Governor Zhou's study were on, and the curtains dyed the lights orange, which was dazzling at night.

Huang Hongyuan got out of the car in a hurry, didn't care about the umbrella, and trotted all the way into the Zhou family's small building.

Zhou Zibing was talking on the phone in the study, his expression was serious, his tone was hurried, and when Huang Hongyuan arrived at the door of the study, he suddenly stood still.

He already knew in his heart that Zhou Zibing had also received the news, and it seemed that Yuezhou was destined to be peaceful tonight!

It took a long time for Zhou Zibing to hang up the phone.

He turned around and saw Huang Hongyuan, and said, "You immediately notify Director Jin of the Public Security Department and Director Bian of the National Security Bureau to have a meeting with the Provincial Party Committee, this is Secretary Mo's order!" ”

Huang Hongyuan said: "Both of them called me just now, they have already made arrangements, and they are both rushing to the provincial party committee at the same time!" ”

Zhou Zibing waved his hand and said, "Then let's go too!" ”

Zhou Zibing walked out of the door, got into the car and shouted at Huang Hongyuan: "Let's take a car over!" ”

The car restarted, and Zhou Zibing felt that the atmosphere in the car was extremely depressing, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

I just received the news that something happened in Guancheng.

Jing Guohua, deputy mayor of Guancheng City and director of the Bureau of Justice, died suddenly, and it was preliminarily determined that it was a suicide, and the accident occurred at his home, and the Guancheng police have now controlled the scene, and the Provincial Public Security Department and the State Security Bureau have sent leaders to Guancheng to control the situation.

And this news spread to Yuezhou, especially when Huang Hongyuan heard the news, he felt that his heart jumped to his mouth, and he almost messed up.

The news that a deputy mayor, a senior cadre, died suddenly, whether it was suicide or homicide, was extremely shocking.

What happened to Guancheng and what situation it was in.

At present, it is difficult for anyone to judge, and such news is enough to shake the provincial party committee.

Secretary Mo of the Provincial Party Committee convened an emergency meeting, and all the main leaders of the Provincial Party Committee were urgently notified, such a scene is unimaginable.

"Holy shit!"

Huang Hongyuan muttered, feeling so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Zibing.

Governor Zhou closed his eyes and recuperated, breathing evenly, and his demeanor was incomprehensible.

He secretly sighed that the demeanor of the provincial general, he was too much worse than him.

And Zhou Zibing didn't show it so easily.

Regarding the problem of Guancheng, Secretary Mo of the Provincial Party Committee has organized several meetings in the past few days, what are the problems in Guancheng, how many problems there are, and how many people are involved.

The province is still considering and brewing, and the situation has not yet been fully figured out.

With regard to the series of problems that have been discovered in Guancheng, there are differences within the provincial party committee in handling them.

Everyone has their own ideas, and they are all hesitant, and Secretary Mo is difficult to make a decision.

"Ding, ding!"

Huang Hongyuan hurriedly answered the phone, and Zhou Zibing's eyes suddenly opened.

"Governor, your call, Secretary General Jiang!"

Zhou Zibing took the phone and said, "Mingren?" I'm Zhou Zibing! ”

"Governor, Secretary Mo has just instructed Director Bian of the National Security Bureau to let him go to Guancheng immediately. Immediately take full control of the relevant personnel, strictly control the travel channels of the railway and the airport, and enter a state of emergency in Guancheng. The corresponding emergency mechanism of the provincial party committee was launched......"

Zhou Zibing said: "I completely agree with the secretary's arrangement, and I will go to the provincial party committee in ten minutes!" ”

"Well, it's raining heavily outside, stay safe on the road!" Jiang Mingren said, "The secretary has arrived!" ”

Zhou Zibing hung up the phone, handed the phone to Huang Hongyuan, and suddenly said, "Are you familiar with Yue Yunsong?" ”

"I'm not too familiar, I've had a few contacts before, and when the provincial party committee was in a meeting, we used to stay in the same hotel!" Huang Hong said from afar.

Huang Hongyuan is no stranger to Yue Yunsong, secretary of the Guancheng Provincial Party Committee.

When he used to be the secretary of the municipal party committee in Haishan, Yue Yunsong was in the store

Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.

Previously, Yue Yunsong served as the mayor of Guancheng, and in essence, he was a cadre trained in Guancheng.

This time, the provincial party committee adjusted the teams of various cities and transferred Yue Yunsong back to the provincial capital to serve as secretary, and public opinion was optimistic.

Public opinion generally believes that Yue Yunsong understands Guancheng and has worked in Guancheng for many years, and he himself is a representative of academic cadres, with a solid foundation in economic theory, rich experience in grassroots work, and strong ability to deal with complex problems.

Therefore, the provincial party committee and all walks of life have placed high expectations on Yue Yunsong's new appointment.

But now......

"Yue Yunsong is finished!"

Huang Hongyuan secretly said in his heart that he had friendly contact with Yue Yunsong.

I have a good impression of Lao Yue.

Yue Yunsong has achieved great results in Tongmen, his style is softer, his work is more rigorous, and he is very friendly. Everyone else called him the smiling secretary.

The Guancheng controlled by Secretary Smile has exposed so many problems, and now he has poked out a big basket, how can he still stay in this position?

Less than a year after taking office, there was such a serious problem, Yue Yunsong is really pitiful!

The provincial party committee has arrived......

……

It was raining heavily.

Chen Jing slept soundly, and the storm outside could not affect his sleep at all.

Recently he was so tired and physically and mentally exhausted.

The review work of famous enterprises has entered the review stage, and the review work is personally deployed, and there are endless things to do, people to see and documents to be approved.

The project of the West High-tech Park has now reached a dead end, and Yao Junhui and Secretary Qingxiang have put a lot of pressure on Chen Jing, and they all hope that Chen Jing can find a way to go to the provincial party committee for public relations, as long as the provincial party committee can pass this hurdle. The whole project will be 80% successful.

In addition, the thunder that returns to Beijing once a month can't be moved, Fang Wanqi's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and family affairs are also worried about Chen Jing's heart.

So many things pressed on Chen Jing's shoulders.

Even if he is beaten with iron, there are times when he can't bear it.

In fact, he was really tired, he was holding on all the time, and on a rare rainy day, he slept very deeply.

But in the wee hours of the morning, he was woken up by a non-stop phone.

He stood up from the bed and put the phone to his ear, Tang Yu on the other end of the phone had become very impatient.

"Chen Jing, where is the third brother? Can you get in touch with him! ”

Chen Jing was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

"No, no...... Yes! Something happened in Guancheng, there was a serious violent incident in Zouma River in Guancheng, and it seemed that many people died. Guancheng Tianxin nightclub fire......"

"Tianxin nightclub fire?"

Chen Jing looked out the window and muttered in his heart.

It's raining so hard outside, what fire can't be extinguished? What does it mean when a nightclub fires?

"Have you contacted him, can't you get in touch?" Chen Jingdao.

Tang Yu exhaled and said, "I'm in a hurry, I just can't get in touch." The matter in Guancheng is very troublesome now, because it is said that the accident occurred by a local gang-related force in Guancheng, which caused a lot of casualties. I'm worried about ......"

Chen Jing frowned, he immediately understood what Tang Yu was worried about.

The third brother is a person who has a close relationship with the Shen family in Hong Kong.

Such a thing suddenly appeared in Guancheng, and the location was in Tianxin Nightclub.

This nightclub used to be run by Shen Beiwang.

This is easily reminiscent of another brawl within the underworld.

And behind this matter, there may be the shadow of the Shen family in Hong Kong.

Tang Yu was worried that the third brother would get involved in this matter.

Chen Jing thought about it for a moment, and said, "Tang Yu, don't worry! Don't think nonsense, third brother, I understand, he doesn't have the heart to get involved in those things anymore. He likes his current life, which is dull and good!

We don't have to worry about it, he is more rational than us! ”

"Then why can't you contact him?" Tang Yudao.

Chen Jing fell on the bed and said: "If you can't get in touch, you don't need to contact again, such a heavy rain is a good weather for sleeping, you almost couldn't contact me just now!" ”

Tang Yu snorted softly and said, "You know sleep, you have narcolepsy!" Okay, you sleep well, don't bother to pay attention to you! ”

Tang Yu hung up the phone, Chen Jing lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head, all kinds of thoughts flew in his head, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

The rain outside was still heavy and showed no signs of stopping.

For some reason, Chen Jing suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

He always felt as if something had happened tonight, how serious was something happening in Guancheng?

He thought that Zhou Zibing inspected Guancheng and Lingang this time, and Chen Jing was the main entourage.

Following Governor Zhou's inspection and investigation to understand Guancheng and Lingang, Chen Jing had high expectations for this trip.

In order to prepare for this investigation, Chen Jing has been busy reading a lot of relevant materials about the two cities recently.

The more he looked at the material, the more he sometimes felt lost.

He vaguely felt that the city of Guancheng seemed to have always been shrouded in an unspeakable mystery, as if it was difficult to understand.