Chapter 72

Chapter 19: Are You an Idiot?

Lin Feng's attention was entirely on the two people eating noodles in the distance.

Both were dressed in polo shirts and jeans, the only difference being that one had dyed hair while the other had not. For the conflict at Daya Chemical, the two merely glanced and then lost interest.

"Blackie, I heard you made a big score recently," the young man with yellow hair looked around and lowered his voice.

"Hehe, Yellow Hair, if anyone else asked, I'd definitely say no," Blackie laughed lewdly and leaned close to Yellow Hair's ear, "A few days ago, I broke into a cadre's house and found a passbook. Guess how much money was in it?"

"How much?" Yellow Hair, seeing Blackie being coy, urged him on.

"Hehe, there were actually 800,000 yuan in it. That was just a small department head, and he had 800,000 yuan," Blackie said resentfully.

"800,000 yuan!" Yellow Hair exclaimed, "So you're rich now!"

"Rich my ass. The passbook had a password set. But when I saw all those zeros, I got greedy and called him. Hmph, as soon as the department head heard I had his passbook, he immediately caved and gave me 100,000 yuan to get it back," Blackie said proudly.

"Damn! You really have a way with things. Aren't you afraid he'll report it? If we get caught, we might just be detained, but this is extortion, which is a serious crime," Yellow Hair was both envious of Blackie's luck and admiring of his boldness.

"Bullshit, do you think he would dare to report it? How would he explain the 800,000 yuan? He'd be in even more trouble!" Blackie said disdainfully, then put on an air of a great master, "Remember, in the future, steal from cadres. They have money, and they won't dare to report it!"

Yellow Hair nodded repeatedly, as if he had met an idol.

After listening to their conversation, Lin Feng had a sudden realization.

A thought flashed through his mind.

No! There's still a crucial link missing. — After pondering for a long time, Lin Feng sighed. He thought he had found a way to deal with Hu Xiaoli, but he was missing the most critical link in the middle. Without this link, his plan would at most make Hu Xiaoli uncomfortable, but it wouldn't shake his position at all.

Forget it, let's wait for the right moment!

At this time, Wang Yun and the "Chutian Style" team had already entered the coal chemical dormitory to conduct interviews and investigations, and the crowd had dispersed. Lin Feng and Wang Meng left, waiting for the "Chutian Style" show in the evening.

At 6 PM, "Chutian Style" aired on schedule. After a few news segments, the camera turned to the incident at Daya Chemical this morning. Although the footage was not very clear due to the pinhole camera, the faces of all the attackers and Hu Xiaobing's roaring voice were clearly visible.

"Haha, go and sue me, I'm waiting!" Hu Xiaobing's arrogant face was repeatedly shown on TV.

"He's finished!" Wang Meng said.

"Yep, he's finished," Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

At this moment, in a residential building in the municipal government compound, a middle-aged man with a stern appearance was sitting in a chair, savoring top-grade Tieguanyin tea, occasionally glancing at the TV, which was broadcasting "Chutian Style."

To be honest, this man had a strong aversion to "Chutian Style," even a bit of disgust. If there were problems, couldn't they report them to the relevant departments? Why did they have to call the journalists and go on TV? Isn't this tarnishing the government's reputation?

Unfortunately, Mayor Yu Haowei supported the program and highly praised "Chutian Style" at a government meeting, leaving those who had objections to the program speechless. As a vice mayor, he could only follow suit and express support. There was no way around it; the mayor had a powerful backer in the provincial government.

"Dear viewers, recently, a citizen reported to our station that a chemical plant was built near a residential area. Our reporter, Wang Yun, went to interview the situation this morning, but was met with violent treatment. The following is the footage secretly recorded by the reporter..." The TV broadcast the familiar voice of Jiang Dan.

The man drinking tea was initially stunned, then his face grew increasingly grim, and finally, he angrily smashed the teacup in his hand, stood up, and began to curse, "You damn fool, I told you to be low-key, but you just keep causing trouble for me!"

"Damn, useless, idiot!" The man grew angrier and grabbed the phone, waiting for the call to connect before unleashing a torrent of abuse, "You idiot, get over here now!"

"What's up, Cousin? I'm having dinner with someone. Can I come over later?" The caller was Hu Xiaobing, and the caller was naturally Vice Mayor Hu Xiaoli.

"Damn, you still have the nerve to eat! Get your ass over here now!" Hu Xiaoli was even angrier and hung up the phone after the scolding.

Not long after, Hu Xiaobing, looking reluctant, ran over.

"Cousin, I was just treating the deputy chief of the Liaoyuan District police station to dinner. Now that you want me to come over, I don't know how to explain it to him!" Hu Xiaobing said with a hint of complaint.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat. Is your head filled with straw? I told you to be low-key and make money quietly, but you ended up on TV, and you were so unguarded that they recorded you," Hu Xiaoli pointed at the TV and scolded.

At this moment, "Chutian Style" had moved to the fourth segment, "Wang Yun Speaks for You," which was showing clips of Wang Yun interviewing injured families and residents of the coal chemical dormitory. All the interviewees were deeply angry and condemned the misconduct of Daya Chemical and its thug-like behavior, with frequent inserts of Hu Xiaobing's arrogant face.

Hu Xiaobing, seeing this, his face twisted in anger, "Damn, I remember this woman. She was the one causing trouble earlier. Damn, I'll get some people to teach her a lesson." Saying this, Hu Xiaobing took out his phone to call for help.

"Smack!" Hu Xiaoli slapped Hu Xiaobing directly.

"Cousin, why did you hit me? Have you forgotten how my father took care of you? He let you go to school instead of me, and this is how you repay him!" Hu Xiaobing covered his face and shouted.

"Do you have the nerve to say that!" Hu Xiaoli's hands trembled with anger, "Last time, Lin Feng got you, and I had to owe several favors to revoke Lin Feng's business license. Now you've caused such a big mess again. I told you to properly comfort the injured residents and to donate money to repair the roads and install streetlights in the coal chemical dormitory to silence the residents, but you didn't do any of it!"

"Cousin, that would cost hundreds of thousands. For these little people, why should I spend so much money? Hiring a few security guards would solve the problem," Hu Xiaobing argued, "These people may seem happy today, but tomorrow I'll have people teach them a lesson, and they won't dare to speak out again!"

"You... you..." Hu Xiaoli, in a rage, raised his hand to slap Hu Xiaobing again, but thinking of his uncle's last words, he held back.

"Alright, now you go and prepare the money to comfort the injured residents. Then go to the community committee of the coal chemical dormitory and tell them you're willing to donate money to repair the roads and install streetlights. Help them calm the residents," Hu Xiaoli instructed.

"But that will cost hundreds of thousands, and I'm not willing to spend it," Hu Xiaobing disagreed.

"Idiot! If you don't comfort them, the city standing committee meeting will definitely order an investigation tomorrow. If they say anything to the investigation team, your chemical plant will be shut down!" Hu Xiaoli said angrily.

"What? Shut down my chemical plant! Cousin, you're the vice mayor!" Hu Xiaobing was shocked and jumped up.

"You know I'm the vice mayor, but do you think I'm the vice governor? I still have the mayor and the party secretary above me. Do you really think I can cover everything up?" Hu Xiaoli glared and urged, "Go quickly! Delay will cause more problems! Call me when you're done."

"Yes!" Hu Xiaobing, not completely unaware of the gravity, nodded and reluctantly went to prepare the money, then to the hospital to comfort the injured.

"Ah, it looks like tomorrow's city standing committee meeting will be a headache," Hu Xiaoli, with a headache, patted his forehead, thought for a moment, and picked up the phone to dial a few numbers.

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