Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Wei Wenjun's move completely silenced the secretary of the governor and the executive vice governor.

Everyone knows that He Jiyun, the provincial party secretary, will step down from his post next year, and at this critical juncture, no one dares to cause any unpleasantness.

After all, the evaluation of the predecessor is also very important for the successor to take office smoothly. After so many years of disputes, Zhao Lichun did not want to have an embarrassing falling out with his old partner at the end.

Executive Vice Governor Liu Weimin was even less likely to offend He Jiyun, as he still needed the latter's final recommendation.

Qi Tongwei nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Then I'll trouble Director Wei to make the arrangements."

"You're too kind." Wei Wenjun stepped aside to make way, gesturing slightly with his arm. "Committee Member Qi, please."

Qi Tongwei nodded, took Qi Tian's hand, and walked towards the entrance of the waiting hall. When he reached Li Dagong, he suddenly stopped and his gaze lightly fell on Li Dagong's face.

With just that one glance, Li Dagong felt his legs go weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, trickling down his temples and instantly soaking his shirt collar.

The secretaries of the provincial party secretary, the governor, and the executive vice governor all gathered here, just to welcome this seemingly ordinary man.

This wasn't some rich kid he'd guessed; he was clearly a ruthless character with connections to the highest levels!

Just thinking about how he had relied on his position as the director of the Political Department of the Public Security Bureau to try and control the other party on the plane, his face burned with embarrassment, as if he had been slapped hard several times, so ashamed that he couldn't even lift his head.

The subordinates beside him were even more silent, each of them keeping their heads down, wishing they could shrink into a ball, afraid that Qi Tongwei would remember their faces.

Qi Tongwei's gaze swept lightly over Li Dagong and his group. Without uttering a word, the invisible pressure he exuded instantly enveloped the area like a net, making the air seem to freeze and so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Jiang Hai was taken aback, but still quickly stepped forward to introduce: "Committee member Qi, this is Comrade Li Dagong, the director of the Political Department of our Public Security Bureau."

Qi Tongwei raised his hand and smiled slightly: "No need for introductions. On the plane, Director Li gave me a detailed introduction of his identity and even explained the scope of authority of the Director of the Political Department of the Provincial Public Security Bureau."

This also taught me, a junior police officer who came from the public security system, a good lesson.

Upon hearing this, Li Dagong felt dizzy and his lips trembled. He wanted to say something apologetic, but he found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Qi Tongwei changed the subject, "However, Comrade Li Dagong, I still have something to remind you."

We are public servants; the power of any position belongs to the people, not to any individual. You must remember this.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely remember it." Li Dagong wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied repeatedly, his voice trembling.

Qi Tongwei gave him another cold look, then took Qi Tian's hand and walked straight out of the waiting hall.

Wei Wenjun didn't even glance at him, and led his men to follow closely behind.

Director of the Political Department of the Public Security Bureau? Is he a full-fledged division chief or a deputy director-general? He couldn't tell for a moment.

Normally, he only receives the top leaders of various commissions, municipalities, bureaus, and departments. He rarely sees directors or deputy directors of departments like this, maybe once a year. Why would he care?

However, having offended Committee Member Qi, he will definitely have to go back and report the truth.

When Chen Ming, the governor's secretary, passed by, he also glanced at Li Dagong with a hint of amusement in his eyes. It was quite a big news that Qi Tongwei had stopped and criticized him by name.

This person's career is likely over.

Wang Lei, the secretary to the executive vice governor, didn't even look at the other person, shook his head, and left with his men.

The public security system is the boss's territory, so logically this political department director should be considered one of his own.

However, this "insider" was not of enough importance, and he offended Qi Tongwei, whom the boss had always favored and who had now been elected as an alternate member, and who could sit on equal footing with the boss.

Both morally and logically, the other party is no longer suitable to remain in the public security system.

Only after Qi Tongwei and the three secretaries had completely disappeared from sight did Li Dagong feel as if all his strength had been drained away. He leaned against a pillar and gasped for breath.

Cold sweat mixed with hot sweat on his forehead, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, leaving a small wet patch.

He knew he was doomed, and even a god couldn't save him.

Even the provincial party secretary, the governor, and the future governor—a three-way power struggle with whom there are usually conflicts—are all eager to come and greet him. Who does he think he is?

The others who were with him also realized what was going on. Forget about friendship or superiors, no one dared to step forward to help him. Instead, they all kept their heads down and left, afraid of getting any bad luck on him.

That's how realistic the officialdom is. When you're in power, everyone adores you; once you lose power, everyone kicks you when you're down.

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The Sichuan Road of the Handong Provincial Committee is lined with plane trees that are as lush as ever, their branches and leaves intertwining to create a dense shade, just like the power contained here, which is only increasing and not decreasing, layer upon layer, so dense that it is impenetrable.

Qi Tongwei got out of the car, stood there looking around, as if trying to recall the memories of the four years he had been separated from Handong.

In the blink of an eye, I have been on the political path for ten years, which is neither a long nor a short period of time.

Ten years ago, he was just a policeman full of enthusiasm, but now he has one foot in the pinnacle of power, and even the provincial party secretary and governor have to look at him differently.

Time flies so fast.

Before there was time to sigh, Wei Wenjun had already knocked on the door of He Jiyun's No. 1 villa.

Guided by Wei Wenjun, Qi Tongwei went to the study on the second floor.

Stepping inside, a faint scent of ink wafts towards you. The provincial party secretary, who is about to retire to the second line, is standing by the window, holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand, and on the Xuan paper in front of him, he has just written the four large characters "清风两袖" (meaning "clean hands and sleeves")

Qi Tongwei glanced at the characters; the strokes were vigorous, yet they conveyed a sense of detachment and composure before stepping down.

Hearing footsteps, He Jiyun turned around, her gaze falling on Qi Tongwei, a genuine smile appearing on her face: "Tongwei's here?" She then glanced behind Qi Tongwei, "Didn't you bring the child?"

Qi Tongwei said, "Yes, she's downstairs. Children are naturally active, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I let her stay downstairs."

He Jiyun waved his hand, "Hey, this is a child's nature, we can't just stifle it. Xiao Wei, quickly bring her up here so I can take a good look at her."

After Wei Wenjun left, He Jiyun called out to the door again, "Xiao Zhang, make two cups of tea and bring some snacks, lots of them, so the child can have something to eat."

After giving all these instructions, he then allowed Qi Tongwei to take a seat.

Qi Tongwei noticed something from He Jiyun's behavior.

This provincial party secretary no longer possesses the same drive he had when he first took office eight years ago; now he seems more like an old man longing for his children and grandchildren to be around him.