After contacting Jiang Yiren, Song Guanchao returned to his office and sat down, carefully organizing his thoughts.

Reports like this are all too common, happening all over the country, every day.

Even if this matter made it to trending searches, how would Secretary Lu become aware of it?

Apparently, that old guy has always been secretly monitoring any incident that might affect Wu Qiangwei.

To put it bluntly, he's just looking for trouble on purpose.

Luckily, it wasn't a big deal and he had already taken corresponding measures in advance.

Secretary Lu just wants to take the opportunity to cause trouble, but his abilities are very limited.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yiren came over.

Song Guanchao led her into the office.

Wu Qiangwei said, "I've contacted the Tax Bureau, the Bureau of Human Resources and Social Security, and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. I need Director Jiang to take the lead and, under the guise of cultural construction, investigate Futong Company."

Jiang Yiren looked a bit confused, clearly not understanding what Wu Qiangwei meant by her words.

Song Guanchao understood and said, "I got it."

As they left the office, Jiang Yiren just wanted to ask, caught a glimpse of Zeng Li, and then signaled to Song Guanchao: "Secretary Song, I have something to tell you."

After they exited the office, Jiang Yiren asked quietly, "What does Secretary Wu mean by taking the lead?"

Song Guanchao said, "The report happened during your promotion of cultural construction at Futong Company, and now that woman has also released a video of the report mentioning you in it."

"Secretary Wu means to solve this matter in the capacity of the cultural office."

Jiang Yiren gradually realized, then asked, "How to solve it?"

"Just handle it officially."

"If the company indeed has behaviors like tax evasion, non-payment of social security, then handle it by the book."

"You don't need to worry about these; just contact the various bureau commissions; they will handle it."

Jiang Yiren was a bit puzzled: "Isn't it simpler to let those departments handle it directly?"

Song Guanchao said, "Handling it directly is certainly possible, but it's not the optimal solution."

"The report was made to you, theoretically speaking, the cultural office has the qualification and obligation to deal with such reports."

Most departments have very limited rights, for example, the Tax Bureau only handles tax-related issues.

Another example is the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, mainly responsible for market supervision and administrative enforcement.

But the cultural office is different. Anything related to culture, they can handle.

Is a report about company tax evasion considered uncivilized?

Definitely, it is.

But most of the time, the cultural office will not intervene.

Unless it's absolutely necessary.

Now, it's one of those necessary times.

Secretary Lu is using this as a pretext to make trouble, and Wu Qiangwei isn't the type to take it lying down.

So naturally, she has to find a way to resolve it.

The simplest way is to let the cultural office take the lead in handling it.

The confrontation between leaders rarely shows its tracks, but those who have been in the system a little longer can usually see it clearly.

This time, Jiang Yiren fully understood but still mumbled: "Such a hassle."

A problem that could be directly solved, yet it has to be done this roundabout way.

She pouted: "I'm heading back."

Jiang Yiren returned to the subdistrict office and started contacting the Tax Bureau, Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and Bureau of Human Resources and Social Security.

Since Wu Qiangwei had given a heads-up, there weren't any obstacles, and all three directors said they would quickly arrange someone to follow up.

Director Feng had just hung up the phone when he received a call from Zhu Qiushui.

"Miss Zhu."

"Did the City Committee contact you about handling the Futong Company?"

Director Feng was startled, how did Zhu Qiushui know about this?

"Yes, they contacted me." Director Feng asked, "Is there anything you need, Miss Zhu?"

Zhu Qiushui said, "Be efficient, don't drag your feet."

Director Feng was puzzled, is this a push for me to solve the issues at Futong Company quickly?

"Miss Zhu, the tax issues are mainly handled by the Tax Bureau, at most we just provide a formality by going along."

Zhu Qiushui said, "I've already given a heads-up to the Tax Bureau. What you need to do is, within your power, make Futong Company suspend operations for rectification as much as possible."

"Suspend operations for rectification?" Director Feng's eyelid twitched, this sort of punishment seems too severe.

"Is there a problem?"

"..." Director Feng hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Miss Zhu, what's your intention?"

Zhu Qiushui gave an emotionless laugh and had no intention of explaining, hanging up directly.

This silent disdain made Director Feng miffed.

Annoyance aside, it also filled him with unease. He carefully pondered it over and over, ensuring that such an act wouldn't negatively impact him, thus he wasn't overly concerned.

Moreover, he suddenly realized that from what Zhu Qiushui said just now, it seemed that Director Yang from the Tax Bureau, like himself, also had handles on him by Zhu Qiushui?

Thinking of this, Director Yang's mood suddenly improved.

In a blink, two days passed.

On this Wednesday, the investigation results regarding Futong Company came out.

However, the results haven't been publicly announced yet.

At the same time.

The chairman of Futong Company, Peng Xingrong, was sitting in his office, frowning deeply, drawing on a cigarette with a worried expression.

On the day the video report trended, he had already asked his secretary to contact the department leaders, preparing to smooth things over and dial down the situation.

There are hardly fools who can run companies.

Especially in their line of business, they deal with related supervisory departments year-round, never skipping gifts and greetings during holidays.

But this time, it was different.

The secretary couldn't even get to see the leaders' faces.

Especially, the next day he learned that the cultural office was taking the lead, jointly with industrial, tax, and human resources three departments, to investigate the matter together.

At that time, he realized that this time is not the same as before.

It's very likely that someone is trying to undermine him from behind!

He personally went to visit, met the people, but didn't achieve the desired effect.

Director Yang from the Tax Bureau said this matter was being watched by the City Committee's top leader, and accountability must be given; no one could help.

That day, the prepared gifts couldn't be delivered.

The Industrial and Commercial Bureau gave him the same reply.

"Knock knock."

At this time, the secretary knocked on the door and said, "Chairman Peng, there's a Mr. Ruan here to see you."

"Mr. Ruan?"

What Mr. Ruan?

He didn't have this meeting on today's agenda.

"Which Mr. Ruan?"

"Not sure."

The secretary shook his head. Peng Xingrong was displeased, just about to reprimand, when the secretary said, "Mr. Ruan said, Chairman Peng encountered some problems, and he can solve them."

Peng Xingrong's eyes flickered, speculating.

Due to increasingly strict regulations within the system, the means of department-related rent-seeking have also become more complex.

Before, they would directly demand it, but after various regulations came about, it became more tactful.

Later, to avoid arousing suspicion, they would punish overtly and let an unrelated-seeming person come forward to talk to you, claiming they can solve the problem.

In reality, this person who can solve the problem is just a front-line representative of interests set up by the related department's leadership.

Having this insight, Peng Xingrong let out a sneer, silently cursing these entrenched freeloaders, who think of nothing but extracting profit from private enterprises like his.

Scolding is one thing, but realizing that this is the way of society, and given the limited power of individuals, he can only swallow this bitter pill.

"Invite Mr. Ruan in."

Mr. Ruan walked into the office, and Peng Xingrong immediately put on a smile, standing up to welcome him, quickly looking him over.

This person, in his forties, was lean, with a reserved demeanor, a smile on his face before he spoke, giving off a very good first impression.

"Mr. Ruan, please take a seat."

The two sat down and the secretary served tea before leaving.

Skipping the small talk, Peng Xingrong directly asked, "Mr. Ruan, how much does this matter cost?"

Mr. Ruan smiled slightly and said, "Chairman Peng, you might be mistaken. I'm not here for money; I'm here to help you."

Peng Xingrong smiled, "I understand."

Mr. Ruan shook his head, "Chairman Peng clearly doesn't understand. I am truly here to help you. Chairman Peng might not realize that Futong Company has already been targeted."

"If Chairman Peng doesn't take measures, your outcome would either be that the company is transferred to someone else or that you unjustly end up in prison."

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