Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Zhu Jichang's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table.

He swallowed hard and forced an awkward smile.

"Standing Committee Member Shen, this problem does exist. But it's a legacy issue. The measurement data may have been slightly inaccurate when the plan was initially developed."

Zhu Jichang paused for a moment, seemingly finding his confidence.

"Besides, the industrial park is already built, with tens of millions of yuan invested in fixed assets. We can't just make companies demolish their factories because of a slight distance discrepancy, can we? That would be a huge blow to Handong's business environment!"

He turned to look at Zhao Lichun, hoping to get the support of the top leader.

"Moreover, all our approval procedures are compliant. We have records with the National Development and Reform Commission and the Planning Bureau. Procedurally, it is legal."

That's called being a hooligan.

Using legal procedures to cover up factual violations.

Even shit smells good once it's stamped.

Shen Zhong didn't look at him.

He bent down and pulled a cylinder from the briefcase at his feet.

turn on.

It is a high-resolution satellite map.

"Smack."

The map was casually tossed onto the center of the conference table by Shen Zhong.

A huge map was spread out, covering the teacups in front of several Standing Committee members.

Everyone craned their necks.

On the map, the so-called chemical industrial park was marked with a striking red circle.

There is a red line next to it, indicating the distance and the location of the provincial military district's position.

"Come on, Secretary Zhu, let's not talk about history, let's talk about the present."

Shen Zhong pointed his finger at the red circle.

"These are two large liquefied gas storage tanks belonging to your brother-in-law's company. The capacity is 10,000 cubic meters."

His finger traced the red line to the side.

"This is my reserve position number 09. I can't say what's stored here, but you all know what it is."

Shen Zhong raised his head and looked at Zhu Jichang.

"According to simulations, if these two tanks explode, the shockwave and high temperature will directly cover half of my position. My radar vehicle, launch pad, and even missiles that haven't been refueled yet will all be turned into scrap metal."

Zhu Jichang opened his mouth: "This... it's not that easy to explode..."

"So you're saying you're basing the nation's strategic security on the idea that it's 'not easy to bomb'?"

Shen Zhong interrupted him.

He braced himself on the table with both hands, leaning forward, his whole body like a mountain about to collapse, pressing down on Zhu Jichang.

"Zhu Jichang, tell me. Once the war starts, the enemy's first wave of attacks will definitely target my positions. At that time, your canisters will be the best accelerant. Are you helping the enemy build fortifications?"

This hat is too big.

It's so big it can crush a person.

Colluding with the enemy.

Sweat streamed down Zhu Jichang's face.

"This...this is too much of an exaggeration, too much of an exaggeration..."

Zhao Lichun frowned.

He couldn't let Shen Zhong so recklessly label him.

If word gets out that the Standing Committee is playing these kinds of over-the-top games, where will the Handong Provincial Party Committee put its face?

"Comrade Shen Zhong."

Zhao Lichun put down his teacup, his tone somewhat somber.

"It's a good thing that problems have been pointed out. Since there are potential risks, let's rectify them gradually. Let's not exaggerate; we live in peacetime, why would we need so many wars?"

Zhao Lichun waved his hand, as if to dispel the tense atmosphere.

"We should trust the coordination capabilities of local governments. Give businesses some time, give the local government some time, and we can always find a win-win solution."

This is what they call muddying the waters.

Gao Yuliang took a sip of water and remained silent.

This is Zhao Lichun's consistent style: to downplay major issues, and to let minor issues fade away, ultimately leaving things unresolved.

If this drags on for a year or two, who will remember it?

Shen Zhong turned around.

This time, he looked directly at Zhao Lichun.

There was not a trace of the awe a subordinate should have for a superior in his eyes.

It even carried a hint of scrutiny.

"Secretary Zhao, in peacetime?"

Shen Zhong smiled.

"That was a peaceful era for ordinary people. For soldiers, there were only two states: fighting and preparing to fight."

"Take your time to rectify the situation? Give us some time?"

Shen Zhong shook his head.

"The missiles will only take a few minutes to arrive. Should I call the enemy commander and ask for some time to demolish the illegal structures next door?"

The meeting room fell silent again.

Li Dakang's eyes widened.

This kid really dares to say things.

Zhao Lichun's face turned completely dark.

This is a public slap in the face to him.

Shen Zhong didn't care about Zhao Lichun's expression at all.

He looked at Zhu Jichang again, his voice becoming soft but firm.

"Secretary Zhu, since you are unwilling to demolish it, and the procedures are 'legal,' then in order to protect the security of the position, I have an alternative plan."

Zhu Jichang asked instinctively, "What plan?"

Shen Zhong took the pen out of his pocket and twirled it in his hand.

"I'll go back and adjust the defense deployment."

"Change the firing parameters of the positional defense radar and close-in weapon system."

"List your chemical industrial park as a top priority 'hostile threat target'."

Zhu Jichang was dumbfounded: "Wh...what do you mean?"

Shen Zhong spoke in a flat tone.

"What I mean is, if there's any disturbance or if we go into a state of combat readiness, my shells won't hit the planes in the sky first; they'll flatten your two cans first."

"This is called eliminating potential battlefield threats."

"What do you think of this plan?"

The entire audience was stunned.

Targeting local businesses' factories?

This is absolutely insane!

Zhu Jichang was so frightened he almost slipped off his chair.

His face turned deathly pale.

If they really did that, who would dare to work there? That industrial park would become a ghost town in less than three days.

Moreover, if something goes wrong, even a military strike, the insurance company won't pay out!

"You...you're threatening me! This is warlord behavior!" Zhu Jichang's voice trembled.

Shen Zhong put away the map.

The movements were slow and methodical.

"You can understand it that way."

"Or you can report me to the Central Military Commission."

Shen Zhong rolled up the map and stuffed it back into his briefcase.

Then he looked at the black notebook without raising his head.

"But before you sue me, Secretary Zhu, I'm giving you two choices now."

"First, insist on your 'legal procedure,' and I'll go back and give the order for the missile battalion to lock the fire control radar onto your compound."

"We'll see you in a military court then, and let the judge decide whether your tens of millions are more important, or the security of the position."

Shen Zhong raised his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Secondly, give me a clear timetable for the demolition, today, right now."

"Zhu Jichang, make your choice."

The air conditioning in the conference room seems to have stopped.

The only sound was the faint whirring of the pen in Shen Zhong's hand.

Zhu Jichang looked at Shen Zhong.

There was no hint of joking in those eyes.

He really would order the firing.

There's not even a need to actually fire a shot. As long as the provincial military district's radar lock alarm sounds in the chemical industrial park, without any serious action, those investors will pack up and run away overnight.

Not to mention the summons from the military court.

Colluding with the enemy and aiding the enemy.

If those four words are firmly attached, even if Zhao Lichun is the King of Heaven himself, he can't protect him.

Zhu Jichang felt a cramp in his calves.

His hand, which was supporting him on the table, slipped.