Bad memory

  Huang Wenyun's loud and clear voice echoed in the grand auditorium, evoking different emotions among the audience. Some were delighted, some were disappointed, while others were worried.

  Han Dong sat in the crowd, feeling the occasional admiring glances from around him, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Before publishing those three articles, he had mentally prepared himself. It's just that his popularity was higher than he had imagined, even the leader of the Southern Tour praised him in a conversation, saying that reform required such fearless courage.

  Now, County Party Secretary Huang Wenyun is obviously going to use Han Dong to attack Fang Zhong and his gang, and in doing so, he has pushed him into the spotlight.

  At this time, Huang Wenyun smiled and said: "County Magistrate Fang, you also say a few words."

  Fang Zhong's face was expressionless as he nodded and took the microphone, saying: "Secretary Huang's speech was truly shocking and thought-provoking. As for Comrade Han Dong's issue, it can be said that the county party committee of Fuyi made some mistakes..."

  What he meant was that the responsibility for punishing Han Dong should be shifted to the entire Fuyi County Committee, after all, all disciplinary decisions are made collectively.

  Huang Wenyun smiled faintly and picked up his teacup, sipping his tea mouthful by mouthful.

  "Fang Zhong said: 'If there is an error, it must be corrected; if there is a mistake, it must be investigated. This is the good tradition of our party. Therefore, the county committee must restore Comrade Han Dong's all positions...'"

  The yellow pine under the table jumped twice, and his hands were tightly clasped together.

  "Bang, bang......"

  Huang Wenyun was the first to applaud, and soon the grand auditorium erupted in thunderous applause.

  Han Dong also applauded, but he knew in his heart that a new round of struggle was about to begin in Fuyi County. And he, from start to finish, had been in the midst of this struggle. However, through his own efforts, he had already taken solid steps forward.

  In the evening, Han Dong visited Mao Chao again, he had been there once last week.

  "Haha, Han Dong, you'll be back in your old position soon."

  Mao Chao laughed loudly, as the Minister of Public Security, he was different from other Standing Committee members, his stance was relatively more independent, if it wasn't for Li Dayong's phone call, he wouldn't have gotten involved in the county committee's struggle.

  Han Dong smiled and said: "Minister Mao, I was just about to tell you this matter..."

  "Oh, what's your idea?"

  "I want to go to the grassroots level and do some practical work."

  Because Mao Chao is a military background, Han Dong's words are not so hidden, "staying in the statistics bureau, although it can grasp the county's economic situation at any time, but for me now, these are not of much use, I want to go to the grassroots level to further hone my skills."

  Mao nodded, "Yeah, that's right, but you have to report this to Secretary Huang."

  Han Dong said: "I've already told Secretary Huang."

  Mao Chao's face showed a smile, "That's fine, I'll support you then."

  Han Dong sincerely said: "Thank you Minister Mao."

  Coming out of Mao Chao's house, Han Dong walked slowly along the quiet street.

  On winter nights, there are few pedestrians on the streets, and people seem to be all huddled indoors.

  With Huang Wen-yun's support, Han Dong's entry into the grassroots township should be no problem, so his leisure time is also scarce.

  At the Statistics Bureau, there were very few things to do every day, and the few businesses that existed were all handled by the deputy director of the department. Director Han Dong had nothing to do, and it seemed that reading newspapers and drinking tea was his profession.

  But if you work in a township, you will encounter many trivial matters every day and deal with all kinds of people, which is completely different from the statistics bureau.

  Not far from here is the gate of the grain bureau. Han Dong looked up and saw that Wang Shu's store was still lit.

  Suddenly, Han Dong stopped in his tracks.

  A group of people immediately emerged from the shadows at the foot of the courtyard wall, all holding iron rods and surrounding them in a fan shape.

  Then came another sound of footsteps from behind.

  "What are you doing?" Han Dong shouted in a low voice, clenching his fists tightly, but he was not afraid in his heart.

  A man walked out from among the people in front, and it was that scar-faced man. "Haha, you're not very arrogant now, are you? Today I'll let you know what's fierce."

  "It's you!" Han Dong furrowed his brow, "What are you trying to do? Do you know this is against the law?"

  "Hahaha, who's breaking the law? Who saw me break the law?" Scarface laughed wildly, swinging the iron rod in his hand, "Beat him to death."

  At once everyone brandished their iron clubs and rushed forward.

  Han Dong quickly scanned around and found that there were more than ten people in total, all holding iron rods, apparently a fierce battle was about to ensue.

  At this time, two people rushed forward and swung their iron rods together.

  Han Dong's body leaned to one side, and he suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbing the wrist of one of them. His right hand then snatched away the iron rod, followed by a swift kick to the guy's abdomen.

  "Ah——" The guy let out a miserable cry, clutching his belly and rolling around on the ground in agony.

  "Dong, dong, dong......"

  Han Dong's feet moved swiftly, quickly moving through the crowd, wherever his iron rod fell, he would knock down his opponent's iron rod and follow up with a kick, sending them tumbling to the ground, wailing in pain. Some of them even vomited, filling the air with a foul stench.

  In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen little rascals were all knocked to the ground, only Scarface was still standing.

  "You... don't come any closer." Scarface said with both hands grasping the iron rod in terror.

  "This kid is too fierce, in the blink of an eye so many brothers have been knocked down, could he be a martial arts master?"

  "Hmm—" Han Dong let out a cold hum, took a step forward with his feet together, and raised the iron rod in his hand.

  Scarface was startled and quickly retreated, while at the same time the iron rod also came forward.

  However, Han Dong swung his arm and threw away the iron rod. His palm drew an arc and slapped his chest with a "bang".

  Scarface felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, as if he had been hit with an iron hammer, and his face suddenly turned bright red.

  At this time, Han Dong quickly swung his palm and slapped him on the shoulder with two loud slaps.

  "Ah——" Scarface let out a miserable cry, and suddenly fell to the ground. His shoulder seemed to have been chopped into pieces, and the iron rod in his hand also fell to the ground.

  Meanwhile, several other hoodlums had scrambled to their feet and were running wildly into the darkness. At this point, no one dared to come and rescue their boss, Scarface.

  "Hmph!" Han Dong threw away the iron rod in his hand, squatted down, and stared at Knife Scar's face, which was covered in sweat. "You're quite bold, have you forgotten my words?"

  "Big brother spare my life..." Scarface said in terror.

  Han Dong smiled coldly, "Looks like you have a problem with your memory..."

  "Big Brother Dong." A clear voice came over, and Yanlin, wearing a white down jacket, ran over quickly. "Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine." Han Dong smiled and stood up, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. "How did you get out?"

  At this time a police car whizzed by and screeched to a halt at the side of the road, several policemen jumped out of the car.

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