So, one after another, these section chiefs all consented.
Thus, before long, the various departnts of the Political Departnt indeed underwent a minor reshuffling.
Not only were all of Qiu Tu's previously suspended confidants reinstated, but they were also given better positions.
Even Cao Dabiao and Song Qing were called back by Qiu Tu and temporarily arranged in a vacant departnt, ready for further adjustnt as opportunities arose...
From the outside, although Qiu Tu's actions were not dramatic, they were still akin to a new official acting decisively upon taking office.
And in the eyes of those section chiefs: Qiu Tu adjusting his own departnt was a sign of trust; adjusting other departnts was reform. In any case, they felt overwhelmingly impressed...
As for whether there were any section chiefs who communicated privately...
There were, but not many… And after the communication, aside from privately cursing Qiu Tu for being cunning, there wasn't much they could do.
After all, Qiu Tu was their imdiate superior, and it was too simple for him to manipulate them.
So, even though they knew Qiu Tu was leading them on with false promises, they still looked forward to him delivering...
By the ti Qiu Tu had understood the make-up of all the Political Departnt's sections and painted a picture for everyone,
Qiu Tu, holding a cup of coffee, stood by the office window, gazing at the scenery outside, silently summing up in his mind,
'One should employ more open strategies in handling affairs. Sotis, open strategies are easier to achieve goals than secret sches.'
'Just like... even though they know I'm just painting an empty promise, since I painted it, they have no choice but to take the bait...'
'And no matter what, always be prepared.'
'It's easy to make a mistake when nurturing one person, but when cultivating a group, it's easier to select the best among them.'
'Since they all want to lean on , as long as there aren't any major issues, I might as well accept them...'
'Inside the group, if even one person succeeds, it's worth it.'
'The sa goes for tasks... always be well-prepared. As long as one aspect is effective, the whole ga cos to life...'
...
While Qiu Tu was thinking in this way,
in Xinjie City, City Hall, a secret interrogation room's door was "bang, bang, bang" knocked on.
Hearing that knocking, the Supervisors inside who were torturing a subject jumped in fright.
The middle-aged man removed the damp towel from Eagle's face and then signaled to a team mber with his eyes.
The team mber quickly nodded, walked over, and opened the door.
Standing outside was Tao Yaoyao, the secretary of Commissioner Jiang, who had collaborated with Qiu Tu many tis before.
And behind Tao Yaoyao stood a squad of Political Departnt Investigators dressed in black uniforms.
Leading them was the reliably efficient Chen Feng.
Seeing the Supervisor, Chen Feng looked coldly at the situation inside the room and then said to the Supervisor, "Hello. My na is Chen Feng. I am the chief of the Inspection Departnt of the Political Departnt."
"This morning, a Political Departnt Investigator was taken away by you."
"After we reported to the minister, the minister confird that Xinjie City hasn't received any arrest notification from the Supervisory Bureau."
"Therefore, we need to check your arrest warrant."
"Furthermore, as fellow supervisors, the minister has requested that from now on we assist you in your work, to cooperate and conduct the investigation properly."
After listening to what Chen Feng had to say, the Supervisor anxiously turned to look at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man knew that "assistance" was a pretext and "oversight" was the reality.
Qiu Tu's move was impeccable, effectively avoiding the possibility of Supervisory Bureau's coerced confessions.
'It's all over... too late.'
Having understood Qiu Tu's intent, a sense of despondence washed over the middle-aged man's heart.
He knew he was going to take a fall this ti.
If he had made any breakthrough before Qiu Tu's people arrived, he could have continued the investigation.
But now... Qiu Tu had given him a whole morning, and with no results to show, Qiu Tu would not afford him a second chance.
As the middle-aged man was thinking this, suddenly, "ring, ring, ring..." the sound of a Communicator went off in the interrogation room.
The middle-aged man picked up the Communicator, looked at it for a second, and his face turned pale.
His hand trembling slightly, he answered the call.
A man's voice, devoid of any inflection, ca through the other end, "Co back, Old He."
"Qiu Tu has stirred up trouble, and the Speaker is now aware. He said his old face has been treated by Qiu Tu as sothing to be trampled upon, and he's completely lost face."
Supervisor He went pale. He opened his mouth to attempt an explanation.
Just then, the man continued,
"Additionally, after the Speaker had a detailed understanding of your entire operation, he said you've been played. Wu Zhi's case can't be pursued any further."
"So, co back. Don't continue losing face in Xinjie City."
Hearing the man's words on the other end, the middle-aged man didn't even have the courage to retort.
All he could do was say with a trembling voice, "Yes..."
After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, then looked up at Chen Feng and said, "I just received orders from my superiors. I have to go back to investigate another case."
"Therefore, your help might not be needed after all."
Having said that, he signaled to his two team mbers with his eyes, preparing to leave.
However, just then, Chen Feng stepped forward, his hand resting on his holster, and said, "Please wait, Supervisors!"
"Eagle is an investigator from the Political Departnt, not soone you can simply arrest or release at will."
Seeing Chen Feng's gesture, the three Supervisors' complexions changed.
The middle-aged man glanced at the dozen or so investigators standing behind Chen Feng.
The investigators, not at all intimidated by his rank, followed Chen Feng's cue, and placed their hands on their holsters as well.
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