Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Hou Weidong directly regarded Feng Sizhe's words as a defense. He was sure that he had a relationship with Wang Zerong and that the Z Discipline Inspection Commission's actions were related to Feng Sizhe, so he continued, "Okay, Secretary Feng, let's not beat around the bush in front of others. We were indeed wrong in this matter. Tell me what you want to do and I will take care of it."

"Alright, you are wrong in this matter. As for what happened, let me find out the situation first." Feng Sizhe hung up the phone. He really didn't want to talk too much with Hou Weidong. He was curious and mysterious about this person at first, and now he is disappointed. He even thought that if a country is handed over to a person like Hou Weidong who has no great wisdom, it would be a very dangerous thing.

Feng Sizhe immediately called Wang Zerong again. He wanted to ask what was going on. If Secretary Wang did this just to help him, then he wanted to try to convince the other party. That was enough. Zhen Ting had never been taken seriously by him. It was enough for him to play tricks on him in the Jingxi Hotel. After all, this was not a life-and-death situation, and there was no need for him to give others the impression that he was cruel and ruthless.

But when the call came, Wang Zerong said directly, "Comrade Tang Yi has given instructions, so don't ask any more questions about this matter."

Just this one sentence made Feng Sizhe realize that this matter was beyond his control.

Feng Sizhe never called Hou Weidong back. He believed that he knew the real reason behind the incident, and the Hou family would definitely know it soon. At that time, the other party would not bother him anymore. What he should do now was to return to Jiaoliao and stay out of it.

After countless struggles over the years, Comrade Feng Sizhe has a clear understanding of what should be done and when, and what position should be taken.

After Feng Sizhe wisely withdrew from the vortex of struggle and returned to Jiaoliao, news about Zhen Ting finally began to spread from the central government.

The news said that Zhen Ting, as the secretary of the military's Discipline Inspection Commission and deputy director of the General Political Department, used his power to suppress dissidents and received benefits of more than 100 million yuan during his tenure. He was already one of the biggest corrupt officials in the military. In response to some investigations by the Discipline Inspection Commission, Zhen Ting eventually confessed to the charges.

After hearing the news, Feng Sizhe knew that Zhen Ting was finished. This time he had wanted to harm his grandfather according to Hou Weidong's wishes, but he never expected to shoot himself in the foot.

Of course, Comrade Wang Zerong played a big role this time. If it weren't for what he said in front of Tang Yi, perhaps the outcome of the matter would not have changed like this. As a result, Feng Sizhe owed him a big favor again.

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The year was 2014.

It has been nearly two years since Tang Yi and other fifth-generation leaders took office. Through their unremitting efforts, the country has successfully completed the transition and is moving in a better direction.

It was at this time that Tang Yi and others began to study the personnel changes at the top level. This adjustment would involve the retirement of three members of the Political Bureau, including Comrade Hou Zhennan, Secretary of Guangdong Province.

Hou Zhennan is already over 65 years old. Seeing that there is no room for advancement, he will inevitably step down.

At the beginning of this year, Hou Qishou, the pillar of the Hou family, passed away. Not long after, the powerful figures in the half deck of playing cards controlled by Feng Sizhe, such as Zhong Lao, also passed away.

As these elders left, Tang Yi and others who were in power felt that their hands and feet were no longer restricted, and they could finally make adjustments to the senior personnel.

This time, Comrade Feng Sizhe was also listed as a candidate member of Group Z. There were three positions for him to choose from, namely the position of Secretary of the Shancheng Municipal Party Committee (the former secretary Lu Wei was transferred to become the secretary of the Shencheng Municipal Party Committee), the position of Secretary of the Guangyue Municipal Party Committee (the former position of Hou Zhennan), and the position of Minister of Group Z, a member of the Central Secretariat (Zu Youjing will also have to step down at the end of the day).

It is very rare to have three positions at once. All those who meet the requirements started to think about it. Obviously, these three positions are too tempting.

Feng Sizhe was sitting in the secretary's office, chatting with Comrade Xia Xiang about the general situation of the Central Committee.

"Secretary Feng, you will have a very high voice this time. I heard that many people support you," Xia Xiang said with a smile.

If Feng Sizhe could be promoted one step further, it would be very beneficial to him, and he would have the opportunity to be promoted from the governor of Jiaoliao Province to the secretary. In fact, although the secretary of a province is a ministerial-level official, it is a very high position among the people, but in front of the real high-level officials, it is really nothing. Only when you enter the political bureau can you be considered to be among the national leaders.

The Feng faction is very powerful now, but unfortunately it does not even have a single committee member position, which has led to the Feng faction's inability to develop rapidly.

How could Feng Sizhe not know that this was definitely an opportunity for him? If he didn't seize it this time, he would have to wait for three years until the 9th National Congress. He could enter the top three years in advance. For him personally, this was definitely a good opportunity, a golden opportunity that could not be missed.

"Haha, old leader, you're joking. I'm only less than 50 years old this year. Where are so many comrades who are more senior than me? I'm afraid it won't be my turn this time." Feng Sizhe said modestly.

"What is Secretary Feng saying? Although qualifications are important, in my opinion, ability is more important. If promotion can be achieved solely based on ability, then there is no need for us to work so hard and just wait to gain qualifications." Xia Xiang waved his hand, obviously disagreeing with the idea of ​​qualifications.

"Haha, our opinion doesn't count in this matter. I think the central government still needs to order it. We just need to do our own job well." Feng Sizhe laughed.

"No need. Secretary Feng, why don't you go to Kyoto first and if possible, meet some leaders and report on the changes in our work in Jiaoliao over the past two years." Xia Xiang laughed and took the initiative to give Feng Sizhe a way out.

But Feng Sizhe unexpectedly did not agree. Instead, he waved his hand and said seriously, "No need. I just reported my work to the central government when I went to Kyoto to attend Mr. Zhong's memorial service. I can't use it now. Let's just do the work in Jiaoliao first. Come, old leader, have some tea."

Feng Sizhe's unhurried attitude made Xia Xiang stunned. He wondered in his heart, is Feng Sizhe really not going to Kyoto to make some efforts this time? Is he confident enough? Or does he think that he is not qualified enough to compete for this position?

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Kyoto Hou family.

In the Hou family compound, white cloths hanging in front of doors can still be seen everywhere. It is obvious that it has not been too long since Mr. Hou passed away, so that the Hou family is still commemorating him.

In the yard, Hou Zhennan and his son Hou Weidong stood together, looking at everything in the yard, and it felt as if Old Hou had come back to life.

"Well, if your grandfather were still alive, you might have been able to make further progress this time." Hou Zhennan finally spoke first, but his voice was extremely hoarse. It was obvious that he had been running around a lot for his son's affairs recently, and even talked so much that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Dad, you don't have to worry too much. After all, I've only been in Nanxi Province for two years. I've just gained a grasp of the situation there, and I need to consolidate it further. I will still have a chance in three years." Hou Weidong said with some reluctance as he looked at his father who was working hard for him.

How could Hou Weidong not know that, although he had only served as the provincial party secretary for two years, if his grandfather were still alive, he only needed to say a word and some people would think carefully about it. It was not like now, where his father was running around but was met with obstacles everywhere. In the past, those who were close to the Hou family rejected him on the grounds that he had too little qualifications.

"Well, in the final analysis, it's still dad who is useless. But don't worry, although it is unlikely that you will appear on the recommendation list this time, I will not let that person succeed. I want to do something big before I retire." Hou Zhennan said in a very firm tone.

"Dad, what are you going to do?" Hou Weidong asked. He could feel that his father seemed to have made some big decision. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Don't worry about what I want to do. Don't worry, if it works out, you will be able to rise to the top and become the real power center." Hou Zhennan did not tell his son what he wanted to do. Instead, he advised his son to go back to Nanxi. Since there was no chance here, he should just not stay here to avoid being depressed.

After Hou Weidong obediently left Kyoto, Hou Zhennan found Duan Yunpeng, the eldest son of the Duan family who later changed his mind and supported Hou Weidong.

Duan Yunpeng's investment in Sanxiang Province was like being stuck in a quagmire, with a large amount of funds tied up there. Although the state was responsible for paying back the Samsung Group's funds in the end, the relevant state departments would not bear the debts of domestic enterprises like his.

Duan Yunpeng was depressed for a while because of this. While hating himself for making the wrong move, he actually felt aggrieved and angry towards Feng Sizhe. In his opinion, if this person was willing to help him at the critical moment, he would never have fallen into such an embarrassing situation.

The Great Wall Club is still open, but it is not as prosperous as before. Since Duan Jianghe retired to the second line, the business here has plummeted. Everyone seems to know that Duan Yunpeng's business has been hit hard. How can the business of a club opened by a person without power and influence be good?