Long Wu chatted with Xiang Yu for a while and noticed that Xiang Yu seed distracted, so she asked, "Is sothing the matter?"
Xiang Yu didn’t want to talk much about street matters with her, so he shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Long Wu didn’t press further, knowing Xiang Yu was feeling full, so she took his arm and went for a stroll outside.
Xiang Yu enjoyed this ti, leisurely strolling in the small plaza of the hotel, letting all his worries drift away.
"When will you be able to let go of all this?" Long Wu asked casually.
Xiang Yu sighed inwardly and shook his head. At this mont, he wasn’t the usual carefree hooligan, but his true self.
He had once thought about disappearing, going to a place where no one knew him to live a simple life.
But reality always contradicts dreams; there are still many things he cannot let go of. If he let go of everything, he might as well beco a Monk.
Long Wu ca to this city for Xiang Yu, working at the group company for him as well.
She wanted to always be by Xiang Yu’s side, regardless of the outco, without complaint or regret.
She too was enjoying this mont. All night, Long Wu’s phone kept ringing, but she didn’t answer it and eventually turned it off.
During the ti with Xiang Yu, she didn’t want to see anyone else.
They strolled in the small plaza until eleven at night, and then Long Wu drove away.
When Xiang Yu returned to the room, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were already asleep on the sofa.
When they heard Xiang Yu return, they groggily went to their rooms to rest.
anwhile, Gao Zhitao was holding a tense eting in the large office at the police station that night.
Here, Gao Zhitao was the top Commander. Ever since the train station incident, they’ve been quite relaxed.
The city’s cri rate had almost dropped to zero, which was previously unthinkable.
Today, Gao Zhitao gathered everyone again as they knew there was a big battle ahead.
"You might rember, last ti we tackled a group of terrorists at the train station, and now we still have so detained in our prison. I’ve just received news that their accomplices are trying to infiltrate our city again..." Gao Zhitao outlined the situation.
Gao Zhitao was very serious at this ti, exuding an aura befitting a director.
This was entirely different from when he was with Tie Zhuzi.
"Does everyone understand what I’m saying?" Gao Zhitao glanced around the room and asked.
Those present were all elites of the police system, most of whom had participated in the last incident, understanding its seriousness.
Since Gao Zhitao beca director, they had consistently perford well, and had often been praised by provincial officials. Mishandling this matter might undo all their previous efforts.
"Does anyone have any suggestions? You can bring them up now." Seeing everyone understood, Gao Zhitao said.
"I think we should start tightening controls from now on..."
This ergency eting of the city’s police system lasted from the afternoon until two in the morning, and only after establishing so preliminary plans did everyone go to rest.
Gao Zhitao was still restless and wanted to call Xiang Yu for analysis, but seeing the ti, he put down the phone and finally went to his room to sleep.
The next day, people in the city continued their work routines, living peaceful lives. However, observant people noticed that many more police officers were stationed at various intersections in the city. They would check vehicles without local license plates.
Moreover, checkpoints were set up at train stations, bus stations, and all traffic arteries; anyone from outside had to show proper docuntation to enter the city.
For foreigners, entry procedures beca even stricter.
Previously, foreigners were given special exemptions and could enter without paperwork, but not anymore; now they needed to go through rigorous procedures.
This impacted so aspects of the city’s economic developnt. Many foreign investors stopped coming, and many tourists decided against visiting.
All decisions have pros and cons; perfection is impossible. But Gao Zhitao believed it was worthwhile.
For the safety of the city’s people and their property, they had to do this.
However, he understood that the higher-ups disagreed, as it hindered economic developnt, directly affecting performance ratings, with many citizens starting to petition against so departnts’ mismanagent.
Gao Zhitao bore imnse pressure but had to do this for the citizens’ safety.
He had reported this to Kong Shenghui and received his consent. But the process was not what Kong Shenghui expected.
In the morning, Gao Zhitao got a call from Kong Shenghui, summoning him to the provincial office.
Gao Zhitao knew the higher-ups would pressure him. He was ntally prepared but didn’t expect the pressure to be so great.
When Gao Zhitao walked into the provincial office’s eting room, four people were already present.
Kong Shenghui was not in the main seat; upfront sat a middle-aged, obese man.
This man was the deputy secretary of the provincial committee. Upon seeing Gao Zhitao enter, Kong Shenghui quickly introduced him.
Gao Zhitao greeted everyone individually and sat down, exchanging so pleasantries before slowly getting to the main topic.
Firstly, they praised Gao Zhitao’s work during this period, acknowledging him as a good comrade who does good work, major work, and well-recognized achievents in recent tis.
But they were dissatisfied with the recent intense inspections, as many complaints had arisen.
"Director Gao, after discussions between the police departnt and the provincial committee, we’ve always believed the current level of scrutiny is enough, and perhaps if we ease up a bit, the future results could be even better," the deputy secretary said with a smile.
Gao Zhitao could be a competent director, but that doesn’t an he’s an excellent politician.
At this point, another politician started speaking, echoing similar sentints, urging Gao Zhitao to abandon the current rigorous inspections.
While their intentions were the sa, the deputy secretary’s words were more tactful, in a suggestive tone.
The other’s words were more cutting, carrying a semi-threatening tone.
Kong Shenghui sat silently on the side, his thoughts unreadable.
Gao Zhitao also sat silently, rely looking at everyone with a calm gaze.
The three individuals expressed their views, and finally, the deputy secretary looked at Kong Shenghui and said, "Director Kong, why don’t you say a few words?"
Kong Shenghui then raised his head, looking at the deputy secretary, and said, "I reserve my opinion."
The other three’s expression changed upon hearing Kong Shenghui’s words, but they remained silent, all turning their gazes to Gao Zhitao...
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