During dinner, Song Guanchao received a call from Cai Zixiang.

He slapped his forehead, realizing that he had been so busy today that he forgot to inform Cai Zixiang.

He quickly explained to Cai Zixiang that he had already resolved the issue on his side and didn't need to trouble him.

...

Lately, Mayor Zheng has been in contact with a foreign businessman.

The businessman himself didn't come; the deputy director of the company's marketing department came to Lingjiang for research, and Mayor Zheng received him throughout the visit.

Over a meal, he and the deputy director drank happily together, and the atmosphere was congenial.

The drinking session lasted until 8:30 PM, and when it was time to leave, he instructed Li Jun, "You see him off, make sure he's settled well."

"Yes, Mayor."

Mayor Zheng stood at the door of the restaurant, watching Li Jun drive off in his official car, sending the businessman to the hotel.

At this moment, a taxi pulled up, and an indistinguishable driver asked through the window, "Sir, need a ride?"

Mayor Zheng responded with a nod and moved to the back seat.

He paused for a moment before remembering that this was a taxi, not his official car; no one would be opening the door for him.

He opened the door and got in, reported an address, and then closed his eyes as if to take a nap.

Once the car was on the road, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, silently took out his phone, and quickly sent a text message.

...

On Chunyu Road, this particular residential area housed many households waiting for relocation.

The rent was subsidized by the high-speed rail project team.

The community had five large gates, with police cars parked outside each, red and blue warning lights flashing.

Police officers sat in the cars, observing the residents coming and going.

Some officers took shifts to patrol inside the community 24/7.

The residents waiting for relocation had heard some rumors.

It was said that the city was planning to delay the relocation compensation, deliberately arranging police to watch over them to prevent any disturbance at the City Committee.

They were skeptical, but indeed, today suddenly saw the arrival of over a hundred police officers.

And every now and then, there were officers patrolling downstairs.

If the 27th hadn't arrived yet, they would have already gone to the City Committee to cause a disturbance.

At this moment, outside one of the gates, a private car was parked.

Lu Feng glanced at the text message he received and said, "The people are almost here, Zhijun, everything's ready, right?"

"Ready!" Li Zhijun in the passenger seat was itching to act.

Lu Feng gave a nod and called Song Guanchao, "Leader, the people are almost here."

"Okay, I got it."

...

At 9:11 PM.

The taxi stopped at the community's East Gate.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Li Zhijun, wearing a mask, quickly ran up and shouted loudly from a distance:

"Brother Hui, you're here! Everyone's waiting for you. We've got everything ready, tomorrow morning we're going to the City Committee to demand the relocation compensation!"

The voice was so loud that all the police in the four patrol cars on either side of the gate heard it clearly.

Nearby residents also turned their heads to look.

Upon hearing the word "relocation compensation," several residents waiting for relocation immediately gathered around.

Meanwhile, inside the gate, dozens of residents already on standby also quickly ran out.

"Is Brother Hui here?"

"Which one is Brother Hui?"

This group of residents waiting for relocation had been contacted by Lu Feng today.

Lu Feng told them that the city really didn't plan to give the relocation compensation, hence the police presence in advance.

Lu Feng also told them that there's a Brother Hui who is very influential, and he would come tonight to discuss the details with them and go to the City Committee to demand money tomorrow morning.

With Li Zhijun's announcement, this group of residents all came out.

Li Zhijun helped the drunken Zheng Bihui out of the car, and the driver quickly sped off without collecting any money.

Zheng Bihui, in a daze, only felt the buzz and chaos around him, annoying him to no end.

Opening his eyes, under the dim streetlights were faces unique to the impoverished.

Who the hell are all these people?

Why are they all around me?

Who is this Brother Hui?

Seizing the chance, Li Zhijun slipped away, leaving Zheng Bihui behind.

In another car by the roadside, Song Guanchao hung a cigarette from his hand resting on the window, while Zhou Qian held a video camera, capturing the scene.

The police officers on the roadside, seeing the suddenly gathering group of residents, plus Li Zhijun's shout, realized that something was up.

"This group of residents is going to cause trouble at the City Committee! Xiao Wang, contact Director Qin!"

"Okay!"

"The rest of you, come with me; let's get them under control!"

"Forget the others, that Brother Hui must be controlled!"

One experienced officer, though surprised, calmly and methodically issued orders, leading people towards the crowd.

"What are you all gathered here for? Disperse, all of you!"

The officers shouted loudly.

This shout immediately triggered the residents' oppositional mindset.

"Which law says we can't gather?"

"Mind your own business; does your family live by the sea?"

A young officer glared at the shouting residents, shouting, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up!"

"What, you want to hit people?"

The residents, emboldened by their numbers, showed no fear.

Some even pushed the officers aside, guarding the Brother Hui surrounded by the crowd, trying to enter the community.

"Stop them!"

"Call for backup!"

The officers drew their batons and began swinging them indiscriminately.

The residents refused to be outdone and fought back with their fists.

Both sides quickly became tangled together, creating chaos.

In no time, additional officers arrived as backup, and with their superior numbers, the several dozen residents waiting for relocation were quickly subdued.

Each suffered many blows.

However, the commotion was so large that other residents within the community also became alarmed, and more residents began to rush over to join the fray.

The situation seemed to be reversing.

The veteran officer, noticing the situation worsening, ordered, "Grab that Brother Hui."

Several officers rushed in, spotted Zheng Bihui, and grabbed his arms, pulling him away.

Zheng Bihui was completely bewildered.

He had no idea what was happening.

Wasn't he coming back home by taxi from a restaurant?

Where had the driver brought him?

What the hell is this place?

What are these people doing?

Why are they fighting the police?

A myriad of questions left him immensely puzzled.

"Protect Brother Hui!"

The residents shouted, rushing forward, while two quick-eyed young officers swiftly pulled Zheng Bihui from the crowd and held him on either side, rushing towards a police car, making Zheng Bihui feel as if he was floating in the air.

"Bang!"

The two officers shoved him into the back seat, positioning him in the middle.

Another officer got in, started the vehicle, and prepared to drive away, only to see the enraged residents charging forward.

Over a hundred residents surrounded the police car, banging on the windows, demanding they release him.

The other officers were also surrounded.

Director Qin had called for over a hundred officers, which seemed plenty, but the community residents numbered in the thousands.

Currently, at the East Gate, there were at least four or five hundred residents gathered, and the numbers were still growing.

This police force was simply not enough.

Inside the car, Zhou Qian was already in shock: "Will anything go wrong?"

"Nothing will go wrong."

Song Guanchao calmly exhaled smoke and sent a WeChat message to Wu Qiangwei: "Everything's ready; the Secretary can step in now."

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