stjorthotic Chapter 47 This is a family matter, you can't arrest me!
Chapter 47 This is a family matter, you can't arrest me!
Inside the government compound.
Dong Chenggang is still working overtime.
He sat opposite Mayor Chen and reported on the latest progress of the acquisition of Jiangdong Garment Factory.
After listening, Mayor Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"Old Dong, you handled this well. You need to communicate more with Wang Guanxi and provide more support. He's willing to come back and invest, so we need to keep him here."
"Don't worry, Mayor Chen, I'll keep a close eye on it."
"Also," Mayor Chen picked up his teacup and blew on it, "tell Wang Jiming's son to congratulate his father. It's better for you to say it than for me to."
Dong Chenggang understood immediately.
"I understand, Mayor Chen."
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Meanwhile, Jiangcheng No. 1.
Wang Guanxi was watching TV on the sofa when Xie Baizhi brought him a plate of freshly cut fruit.
At this moment, Cecilia Cheung was wearing a silk nightgown, and her hair was wet, as if she had just taken a shower.
My phone vibrated.
Dong Chenggang sent me a WeChat message.
"Mr. Wang, congratulations on your father's promotion to director of the development zone police station. We look forward to your continued support for the development zone's affairs."
Wang Guanxi stared at the message and paused for a moment.
It seems I've figured something out.
Yesterday, he mentioned to Dong Chenggang that his father was the deputy director. Now is a critical moment in the acquisition of Jiangdong Garment Factory. Wang Jiming, who has been the deputy director for so many years, has suddenly been promoted to the director position. This is very likely the reason why Dong Chenggang is pulling the strings behind the scenes.
He had only mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect Dong Chenggang to take it so seriously. He couldn't let Dong Chenggang's efforts go to waste.
He replied, "Haha, thank you, Director Dong. I'll need your guidance on matters concerning the development zone in the future."
"By the way, I've already prepared the money for the Jiangdong Garment Factory. As long as you have the contract ready, I can sign it immediately."
Dong Chenggang replied immediately: "Okay, Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'm working overtime to finish the contract."
After chatting with Dong Chenggang for a few minutes, Wang Guanxi dialed Wang Jiming's number.
It rang eight times before I answered.
"Feed".
Wang Jiming had already lain down in bed to go to sleep, but when he saw his son calling, he immediately got up, though his tone remained indifferent.
"Dad, you've been promoted to director?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Wang Jiming wanted to tell his son the news in person, but he didn't expect that his son already knew.
How did you know?
"Oh, I have a friend in the government, and he just mentioned it to me. Congratulations, Dad."
"Hmm." Wang Jiming paused for a moment. "You're quite well-informed."
Wang Guanxi smiled but offered no explanation.
The father and son chatted for a few more minutes, but there wasn't much substance to it; it was just things like "take care of your health" and "don't stay up too late."
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The next day, around 11 a.m., Jiangcheng Guanxi Trading Co., Ltd.
Wang Guanxi had just brewed a cup of tea and hadn't even taken a sip when Xie Baizhi pushed open the door and came in.
He didn't look well.
"Mr. Wang, there are people causing trouble downstairs with banners."
Wang Guanxi frowned, walked to the window, and looked down.
Good guy!
Upon seeing this, he almost smashed the teacup.
There were more than a dozen people standing downstairs.
Cheng Wanhua, with a cast on, stood at the very front.
There was an old bed sheet laid out next to them, and sitting on it was Xiao Jun, a seven or eight-year-old child. His mother, Zhou Lijuan, had pressed him down to sit there, looking bewildered, not knowing what was happening.
Several workers stood behind, holding a banner with white background and red lettering that read, "Heartless entrepreneur Wang Guanxi refuses to support his own mother."
Wang Guanxi stared at the banner for several seconds, then drew the curtains.
He leaned against the window frame without saying a word.
The last vestiges of warmth in my heart vanished completely at that moment.
Cheng Wanhua resorted to force when soft tactics failed.
They're putting up banners and blocking the company entrance; they're ready to break off all ties.
Row.
Then don't blame him for being impolite.
Wang Guanxi took out his phone, found Mayor Chen's number, and dialed it.
I answered the phone after it rang twice.
"Good morning, Mr. Wang."
Mayor Chen spoke very politely.
"Mayor Chen, I'm sorry to bother you. I've encountered a problem here. Some people are causing trouble by putting up banners in front of my company. I'd like to ask for your help in mediating this."
Mayor Chen's tone immediately changed.
"Someone is causing trouble at your company? Who is it?"
"Cheng Wanhua, the owner of Chengda Garment Factory, and... my mother."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Mayor Chen didn't press for why the mother would bring people to cause trouble for her son; he only asked one question.
"Have you called the police?"
"Not yet, I called you first."
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away."
After hanging up the phone, Mayor Chen dialed the number of the Public Security Bureau Chief.
"Old Liu, some businesses in the development zone are being blocked at their doors."
"Immediately arrange for the police station in the development zone to dispatch officers, take the person back, and investigate thoroughly."
"The entrepreneurs in Jiangcheng are not to be bullied by just anyone."
……
Less than twenty minutes later, two police cars with flashing lights pulled up in front of the office building.
Wang Jiming pushed open the car door, and before he could even stand up properly, he heard Cheng Wanhua's howling.
"Everyone, be the judge! My wife raised him with such hardship, and he does that—owns his own company, lives in a big house, drives luxury cars, and doesn't even support his own mother! Where is justice?!"
More and more people gathered to watch, some taking pictures with their phones, others pointing and gesturing.
Zhou Lijuan sat on the steps, head down, without saying a word.
Xiao Jun was frightened and started to cry.
Several workers stood behind Cheng Wanhua, holding banners. Their expressions varied: some were embarrassed, some were indifferent, and some were just watching the spectacle.
Wang Jiming walked over, glanced at the words on the banner, and his face turned ashen.
He had known Zhou Lijuan for over twenty years and never imagined that one day he would see her blocking his son's door with a group of people, scolding him for not supporting her.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
He walked over, his voice not loud, but firm.
"Take down the banner."
Cheng Wanhua's expression changed when he saw Wang Jiming, but he still forced himself to remain composed.
"Commander Wang, we're not causing trouble, we're just..."
"Take it."
Wang Jiming didn't look at him; his gaze fell on Zhou Lijuan.
Zhou Lijuan kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look at him.
Upon seeing this, the workers behind him quickly took down the banner.
Wang Jiming turned around and said something to the police officer behind him.
"Take him back and take his statement."
"Wang, take them all?"
"all."
Cheng Wanhua became anxious.
"Wang Jiming! This is a family matter! What right do you have to arrest him?!"
Wang Jiming ignored him and turned away.
Several police officers came up and took Cheng Wanhua, Zhou Lijuan, and the workers into two police cars.
Xiao Jun was picked up by a policewoman and cried uncontrollably.
Cheng Wanhua was still shouting, "I'm his stepfather! This is my son's business! You can't arrest me!"
No one cares about him.
The police car drove away, and the entrance to the office building returned to quiet.
Wang Guanxi stood behind the window on the third floor and looked from beginning to end.
The expression on his face was not one of anger.
Colder than anger, heavier than disappointment.