Drinking tea is a very elegant thing. Good water, good tea and good mood. Sitting around a teahouse with many relatives and friends, sipping tea and chatting. The sweet wine soothes the throat, leaves the teeth and cheeks fragrant, and has endless aftertaste. It is a rare pleasure in life. Of course,
, if it is a cadre of the Discipline Inspection Commission who invites you to drink tea, it is a different matter. I don’t know when, drinking tea has become synonymous with the Discipline Inspection Commission’s investigation and punishment of corruption, making some people fear it like a tiger and change their expressions upon hearing it.
Qingrun Teahouse happens to be the largest teahouse in Binhai City. It has two floors and an area of nearly 500 square meters. It is decorated in an antique style and has great charm. Zhou Jing took his briefcase, entered the room, went directly to the second floor, and saw that he was upstairs.
There were not many people around, so I sat down near the window, took out the transcript of the conversation, a signature pen, and a small and unique tape recorder from my bag, and asked the waiter for a pot of Dahongpao.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought the tea in a purple clay pot and quietly left. Zhou Jing stuck his head out the window and admired the scenery outside. Soon he found an Audi car slowly stopping, the door opened, and a figure
A short middle-aged man with a slight bald forehead walked down. The man took out a tissue, wiped his forehead, and stepped in. Zhou Jing smiled slightly, feeling that the Pan family had arrived.
Pan Jiashun went upstairs, looked around for a few times, then walked to Zhou Jing and said politely: "Hello, are you the leader of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection?"
Zhou Jing also stood up, handed over the business card with a smile, and said softly: "Yes, Mr. Pan, please have a seat!"
Pan Jiashun took the business card, glanced at it twice, and said with a smile: "It's Director Zhou, hello, hello, it's an honor to meet you."
Zhou Jing shook hands with him and noticed that Pan Jiashun's palms were wet. Knowing that he was very nervous, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Pan, you're welcome. I invite you here this time because I want to understand the situation. Please give me some advice."
Cooperate."
Pan Jiashun walked to the opposite side, pulled out his chair, sat down properly, and said with some restraint: "Director Zhou, don't worry, I am a responsible businessman and a law-abiding citizen. I will definitely cooperate with the leadership's investigation. If you have any questions, just ask.
I can tell you everything I know, and I can tell you everything I know."
"Mr. Pan, thank you for your cooperation." Zhou Jing smiled slightly, picked up the purple clay pot, made a cup of tea and handed it over. He opened the conversation transcript and wrote the other party's name, work unit, home address and other details on it, and then
Turning on the radio, he started asking: "Mr. Pan, as far as we know, you have a very good relationship with Comrade Ling Mu, director of the Development Zone, is that true?"
Pan Jiashun's shoulders were tense and his expression was a little unnatural. He shook his head and said, "Director Zhou, you can't say that. Director Ling and I have only met each other a few times. We are not familiar with each other and have no business dealings."
Zhou Jing stopped writing, looked at him with a frown, and said in a higher tone: "Mr. Pan, please tell the truth and don't hide anything. You know, the reason why I came to you this time is because I learned something about the situation."
Pan Jiashun's expression changed slightly, he leaned over and cautiously asked, "Director Zhou, what's going on? Can you give me a hint?"
Zhou Jing snorted and said calmly: "Mr. Pan, please correct your attitude. Our conversation in the teahouse this time is a friend-like, friendly exchange. If you insist on it, you may have to go to the province to talk. By that time
At some point, the situation will become serious.”
Pan Jiashun was sweating on his head. After hesitating for a long time, he pointed to the tape recorder next to him and whispered: "Director Zhou, can you turn off the tape recorder first? I'm a little nervous watching that person talking."
Zhou Jing couldn't laugh or cry, so he complied with his request, turned off the recorder, nodded and said, "Can we talk now?"
Pan Jiashun took out a tissue, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and still concealed his words in a hesitant way: "Director Zhou, you also know that those of us who are in business will inevitably deal with the leaders of the development zone, but these are normal interactions. From now on
I haven’t had any personal contact with him.”
Zhou Jing put on a straight face and said calmly: "Mr. Pan, I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?"
Pan Jiashun smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said: "Director Zhou, don't believe it. We people have a lot of money, but in the eyes of the leader, it is nothing. Even if we want to make friends, it still depends on the mood of the leader."
Zhou Jing smiled slightly, knocked on the table and said, "No, as far as I know, Director Ling has a very good impression of you and is full of praise."
Pan Jiashun's lips moved slightly, and after a long while, he picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, coughed a few times, and timidly said: "Director Zhou, I know that I have offended some friends because of doing business, and those people may come up with some tricks to retaliate, but
, but I’m really not that kind of person.”
Zhou Jing's eyes were sharp, he stared into his eyes, and said in a solemn tone: "Mr. Pan, I just want to remind you that Director Ling once wrote sixteen words in his diary. Old Pan is good, very interesting, generous, and worth paying attention to."
, don’t tell me, this sentence is just a joke, right?”
Pan Jiashun's face turned pale and he put his hands on his chest. He kept changing his posture and said nervously: "Zhou, Director Zhou, I really don't know what these words mean. I want to go to the bathroom."
Zhou Jing smiled slightly and said calmly: "What, Mr. Pan, do you want to make a call and get the same message?"
Pan Jiashun shook his head quickly and said evasively: "No, I didn't mean that."
Zhou Jing picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said with a serious face: "Mr. Pan, I can tell you responsibly that we have already grasped some situations and checking with you is actually giving you a chance to change your ways. If
If you persist in persisting, the consequences will be very serious."
Pan Jiashun took out a tissue, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said hesitantly: "Will he go to jail?"
Zhou Jing hummed, and then said: "You should be lenient if you confess, and strict if you resist. You should understand this principle."
Pan Jiashun stared at the tea cup, his eyes dull, and he hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Director Zhou, let's do this. Things are a bit sudden. Can you give me some time to go back and think about it?"
Zhou Jing thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, then you go back first, and we will meet again at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. In order to ensure your own safety, do not communicate with that person, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."
Pan Jiashun was also scared and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I understand the policy. I will contact you tomorrow."
Then, he grabbed the leather bag on the table, walked downstairs quickly, left the teahouse, got into the car below, and left quickly.
"Perhaps it was a mistake to let him go back at this time!" Zhou Jing looked out the window and shook his head gently. In fact, he also knew that just now was a good opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and expand the victory. But seeing Pan Jiashun's depressed look, he felt sympathy again.
, decided to let him go back.
Of course, if he and Ling Mu were to confront each other overnight, it would probably be more difficult to find out the result.
Just as I was thinking about it, two young men wearing leather jackets and sunglasses suddenly came to a nearby table. They walked to the table and sat down without saying a word. One of them took off his sunglasses, revealing his face.
With a face full of scars, he frowned and said, "Hello, friend."
Zhou Jing was slightly startled, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the other person. After a while, he nodded and said, "Hello, what's the matter?"
The young man tilted his head and said in a bad tone: "Friend, it's me who should ask this question. Do you have anything to do in Binhai?"
Zhou Jing frowned and said without any sign of weakness: "What do you mean, which unit are you from?"
"I don't have an employer, I just work in society!" The young man snorted, pulled out a dagger from his waist, stabbed it on the table, and said word by word: "Don't ask so many questions, I'll give you two
Choose, take them away tonight, or stay forever!"
Looking at the trembling dagger, Zhou Jing felt threatened. His eyes became sharp and he asked, "What if I don't agree?"
A look of contempt flashed in the young man's eyes, and he shook his finger and said, "You will agree. If you are not convinced, we can go outside and try!"
Zhou Jing took out his cell phone and said calmly: "I'm not interested. If you don't leave quickly, I'm going to call the police and let 110 talk to you!"
The young man slammed the table suddenly and said viciously: "You brat, don't be so arrogant. I know you live in the hotel opposite. Let's see!"
Zhou Jing's expression remained unchanged, watching the two people go downstairs, then he frowned slightly, pulled out the dagger on the dining table, tried the sharp edge, and thought to himself: "Where did these two people come from? Could it be Ling Mu?"
Are you here to deal with me specifically?"
After thinking about it, it was possible. According to speculation, when Pan Jiashun received the call, he most likely got angry with Ling Muer and leaked the address where the two met. This aroused Ling Muer's vigilance and found a gangster to intimidate him.
, is also very possible.
Zhou Jing shook his head secretly, packed up the documents on the table, put the dagger into his briefcase, walked to the bar to pay, and said to the waitress: "Sorry, two people came just now and damaged the table in the teahouse.
No matter how many losses there are, all of them will be charged to my account!"
The waitress shook her head and sighed: "No need, those two are also ruthless characters on the street, no one dares to mess with them."
Zhou Jing frowned slightly, paid for the tea, turned and left, returned to the hotel bedroom, thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone, dialed the number, and called Pan Jiashun. After the call was connected, he lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Pan,
I am Zhou Jing from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, are you home?"
Pan Jiashun didn't dare to neglect, and said quickly: "It's Director Zhou, not yet, I'm in the company."
Zhou Jing hummed and said softly: "Mr. Pan, just now where we met, two gangsters appeared and threatened me with daggers."
Pan Jiashun was taken aback and said anxiously: "Director Zhou, I didn't do this!"
Zhou Jing smiled calmly and said softly: "Mr. Pan, I believe I am just worried about your safety, so I would like to remind you."
Pan Jiashun was also a little worried. He hurriedly walked to the window, opened the blinds, and looked outside. After a long while, he said, "Fortunately, no one is following."
Zhou Jing frowned and patiently enlightened: "That's good, let's do this. You can sort out the materials tonight and explain the specific details clearly. When we meet tomorrow, you will save a lot of trouble. The case will be handled as soon as possible. You
The side will be safe, so that you will not be constantly worried."
"Okay, okay!" Pan Jiashun nodded repeatedly and said absently: "I will try my best to remember the past things."
"Okay, Mr. Pan, see you tomorrow!" Zhou Jing smiled slightly, hung up the phone, threw it aside, opened the briefcase, took out the sharp dagger from it, fiddled with it a few times, and stuffed it under the pillow.
He lay on the bed with his head up, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for a reply.
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