Sowhere in Guizhou, Zhu Shijun sat in a dim room.
"Zhu Shijun, be frank and confess. This ti toxic cigarettes have reappeared on the market, is it related to you," personnel from the Provincial Public Security Departnt and Bureau of Industry and Comrce, dressed in police and comrce uniforms, were recording his statent.
In the interrogation room of seven or eight square ters, sitting across from Zhu Shijun were about four people. The police rank and badges on their bodies indicated they were provincial-level state officials.
"I’ve already said what I needed to say. I’ve been in Guizhou for these past years, and haven’t dealt with tobacco matters, nor have I been in contact with them." Facing the ferocious investigators, Mr. Zhu remained composed, showing no trace of fear.
April and May are the critical periods for Ge Village’s rice production and harvest. Recently, he and the village chief even planned to build a few more pig farms at the head of the village and prepare to open up so sugarcane fields at the village entrance, using the organic fertilizer from the pig farms to supply the village’s farmland.
Before anyone descended the mountain, the car from the province to detain people arrived at the village entrance, and without further discussion, took him away directly, not even giving him a chance to understand what the matter was, nor could he properly delegate the village tasks. It’s been two and a half days since the detention, and the people in the village must be worried sick, and there’s also Xiao Xian, by counting the days, she should be calling ho soon.
Mr. Zhu appeared unruffled, but in truth, there was a simring anger within him.
"Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, old man. I’m telling you, the trouble you caused back then hard many people, and this is even more serious now. The toxic cigarette incident has already claid several lives, and the symptoms are identical to those back then." A provincial police officer sitting on the left side slapped the table, directing the interrogation lamp onto Zhu Shijun, the glaring light forcing Zhu Shijun to shield his eyes.
The police officer’s finger jabbed at Zhu Shijun’s face, cursing openly, while pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a heavy book, slamming the table loudly.
"Calm down, the higher-ups said, after investigation, this is also an elder who contributed to Guizhou, so no handcuffs," several other personnel pulled the notoriously harsh interrogator to the side.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a white coat walked in, his face sneering, emitting an eerie vibe. After he entered, the interrogation room quieted down.
The man spoke with a Beijing accent: "Director Zhu, long ti no see."
Hearing a title he hadn’t heard in years, Zhu Shijun raised his eyelids and assessed the newcor; he had no impression of this person.
This middle-aged man had venomous eyes, looking at people like a snake, his head shaking occasionally.
The newcor took out a certificate, and waved it in front of the interrogators. They muttered, "The safety bureau is involved in this too?" Though a bit dissatisfied, no provincial-level staff dared to confront the safety bureau, so after glancing at the credentials, they all left.
"Speak up. This ti, what kind of dirt does your Wang Family want to throw at ?" Zhu Shijun didn’t recognize the newcor, but he knew the true handler behind the safety bureau. Eight years ago, a batch of people holding safety bureau credentials stord into his courtyard in Beijing and detained him directly. The event was very similar to this ti, happening without any warning.
"Director Zhu, that’s not quite right, our Wang Family never wrongly accuses anyone. Do you dare to say the toxic tobacco incident back then had nothing to do with you? Don’t forget, at the ti you personally proposed to introduce the latest overseas technology," Wang Peng circled around to Zhu Shijun’s side, his teeth appearing chillingly white in the lamplight, sending a chill down one’s spine.
"You are... Wang Peng. I should have known. When Zhang Lvxiao hid and protected you back then, I didn’t think you would still be alive. The Wang Family really protects its own well. Since you’ve personally co to , we should settle the accounts. Wang Peng, back then, you colluded with the Guizhou Agricultural Bureau behind my back and replaced that batch of tobacco seedlings. Don’t think I don’t know." After guessing Wang Peng’s identity, Zhu Shijun’s face suddenly changed, standing up to glare angrily at Wang Peng.
Nine years ago, Zhu Shijun selected a batch of tobacco seedlings, which he introduced from abroad, then handed them over to Guizhou’s tobacco farrs for cultivation. During the introduction process.
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