1980 My literary era

Early in the morning, the club announced a meeting, and everyone from deputy to above in the department attended. Many cadres in the club rushed to the conference room.

In the corridor, everyone gathered together in twos and threes to chat and exchange the reasons for today's meeting. It turned out that no one knew.

Old comrades with sensitive nerves immediately noticed something was wrong, but most people were still laughing and joking.

Over the past two years, the development of the Chinese Literature Society has been booming, getting better and better day by day. Everyone has become accustomed to good things happening at meetings, and they thought today was another big announcement.

At the beginning of the meeting, it was rare that Secretary Zhou presided over it. Lin Weimin and Cheng Wuchun looked at their noses and hearts, with calm faces and no words.

Secretary Zhou usually does not have a strong presence in the club and is basically just pragmatic. He also actively cooperates with the work of Cheng Wuchun and Lin Weimin. Today, he did not say it was a business meeting, but he was asked to preside over it. Someone noticed something was wrong.

"...For a political party, discipline is the lifeline; for a party member, discipline is a high-voltage line. Our Chinese Literature Society is a publishing unit. Over the years, everyone likes to call us Qingshui Yamen.

In the past two years, the community has developed well, which is inseparable from the joint efforts led by Comrade Early Spring and Comrade Weimin.

It seems that good times are coming, but some people..."

When Secretary Zhou said this, he took a deep breath, his face was extremely serious and his momentum was overwhelming.

There was a loud "pop" sound, and Secretary Zhou slapped his hand hard on the desk.

"I was living a good life, but I went down a wrong path!"

After Secretary Zhou said this, he glanced at everyone present with a stern look.

Most people looked at him with a clear conscience, and then their eyes couldn't help but glance at several key positions in the company.

For example, Wei Fengjun is in charge of distribution, Mou Chunzhi is in charge of printing...

Mou Chunzhi's face turned a little pale, and he was feeling flustered.

He was originally going to Hangzhou on a business trip this morning, but the young man who came to pick him up suddenly told him that there was an important meeting in the club and sent him to the Chinese Literature Society.

Could it be that……

"Wei Fengjun!" Secretary Zhou shouted loudly.

Wei Fengjun, who had been sitting there calmly just now, trying to keep his composure, heard his name, and his face immediately turned pale. His eyes looked at Secretary Zhou, revealing great fear.

Secretary Zhou stared at Wei Fengjun without any emotion.

"Bang!" The door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside, and three public officials walked into the conference room.

"Comrade Wei Fengjun, we have received a report that you are suspected of violating disciplines and laws. Now please stand up and come with us and accept organizational review at the specified time and place."

In an instant, everyone could feel that Wei Fengjun's body was weak. Let alone standing up, he was sliding down the chair.

Several comrades immediately stepped forward to grab him, dragged him up from his seat, then lifted him up, nodded to Secretary Zhou, and left the conference room.

The whole process of taking Wei Fengjun away by comrades from relevant departments did not take more than a minute. It was like experiencing a tragic natural disaster, and there was a dead silence in the conference room.

The "Administrative Supervision Regulations of the People's Republic of China" promulgated by the State Council on December 9, 1990, stipulates that supervisory agencies have the right to "order relevant personnel to provide explanations and explanations on issues involved in supervision matters at the specified time and place during case investigations." .

In 1993, after the two ministries and commissions jointly worked together, the scope of use of "Shuanggui" expanded.

A scene that had only appeared in rumors before was presented to everyone for the first time. Even those who had done nothing wrong would leave a terrible memory in their hearts that would be indelible for life.

Everyone thought back to Wei Fengjun, who had just been taken away. In the past two years, because he had been in charge of the distribution work in the company, he had been really powerful and proud.

From time to time, everyone can hear some rumors about him and talk about it in private.

Thinking back to Wei Fengjun's helplessness and despair when he was taken away just now, everyone couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, they didn't do anything wrong!

There was silence in the conference room for about half a minute. Secretary Zhou spoke again and heartbrokenly enumerated Wei Fengjun's problems.

In the past, it was only rumored, but today, through Secretary Zhou’s mouth, it was confirmed that in less than two years, Wei Fengjun took advantage of his position to accept more than 400,000 in bribes, opening the door for many secondary booksellers. It caused millions of losses to the Chinese Literature Society.

"Wei Fengjun is also an old man of our Chinese Literature Society. From an ordinary editor to the vice president in charge of distribution, this is due to his personal struggle and efforts, but it is also inseparable from the cultivation of the organization and the help of comrades.

It pains me to see him decay so quickly.

I never dreamed that such a rampant corrupt element would appear in an institution like our Chinese Literature Society.

This is a dereliction of duty on my part. Here, I want to make a profound review to the organization and my colleagues..."

Cheng Wuchun spoke this time, "Old Zhou, this is beyond your control. Now that Wei Fengjun has been taken away, you have done your job well."

Secretary Zhou stopped the topic at this point, and Cheng Wuchun started to express some emotion and warning again.

Finally, there was Lin Weimin, with a calm expression.

"Comrades, today's events tell us a truth: Don't reach out, otherwise you will be caught. Don't be greedy, let alone take chances."

After a few simple words, Lin Weimin returned the right to speak to Secretary Zhou.

"After all department leaders return, they should actively explain today's situation to the department staff and avoid causing unnecessary panic and discussion..."

A giant rat was found in the club, and Secretary Zhou immediately got busy with his work. In the past half month, the Chinese Literature Club could not stop, and the conference and small meetings would not stop.

After the meeting ended, everyone left the conference room and discussed the scene just now. Many people were still frightened.

Lin Weimin and Cheng Wuchun walked together and passed by Mou Chunzhi who was still sitting in his seat. Lin Weimin patted his shoulder lightly.

"Lao Mou, why don't you leave?"

Mou Chunzhi trembled all over, "Ah... let's go right now!"

Lin Weimin and Cheng Wuchun paid no attention to his unusual behavior and walked out of the conference room.

Finally, when everyone in the conference room was gone, Mou Chunzhi let out a long breath and touched his leg.

It's finally feeling better now.

He stood up with difficulty, took two steps, and finally returned to normal before leaving the conference room.

June was the beginning of summer. There was plenty of sunshine outside, but the light was a bit dark in the corridor of the Chinese Literature Society Building. Mou Chunzhi felt a little cold and walked to the door of the building.

"Hello, President Mou!" Xiao Zhou greeted Mou Chunzhi at the door.

Mou Chunzhi nodded. After walking over, an incredible idea suddenly came to his mind.

Xiao Zhou also has the surname Zhou, could he be the same as Lao Zhou...

Then he saw the young man who was cleaning the car in the yard. The young man was Lin Weimin's driver...

Mou Chunzhi was suspicious, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. In the past, he always felt that the little things he did were not a problem, and the worst he could do was to be punished.

But when he really saw Wei Fengjun's fate, he was afraid, extremely afraid.

He thought of the terrible scene of being imprisoned, of becoming a criminal among the people of the Chinese Literature Society, and of the desolate night scene in the future...

When I got home in the evening, my wife was surprised, "Didn't you go on a business trip?"

"I have something to do, so I couldn't go." Mou Chunzhi said weakly.

After a while, my wife greeted me: "Let's eat."

"If you don't want to eat, you can eat it yourself."

His wife had long noticed something was wrong with Mou Chunzhi, so she came over and asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

Mou Chunzhi hesitated for a long time and finally said: "Something happened to Old Wei!"

After hearing Mou Chunzhi describe today's scene, his wife asked in a panic: "What about you? How do you deal with it?"

"It's none of my business."

"How could it not be your problem? Don't think that others don't know. Maybe they just caused it but didn't reveal it."

When Mou Chunzhi heard his wife's words, his heart suddenly tightened. How could he not know that he was taking a chance now?

But let him take the initiative to explain the problem...

When I thought about having to return so much money, I might not be able to keep my position as vice president, and half my life's hard work would be in vain.

His wife was his pillow. Seeing the hesitation on his face, she naturally knew what he was thinking.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. You are the backbone of the family. If you go in, what will our family do?

If your job is gone, it will be gone, as long as you are fine. Nowadays, there are so many people doing business overseas. If you have connections in publishing houses, it will definitely not be a problem for you to live a life without expecting to get rich. "

His wife's comfort made Mou Chunzhi feel a little relieved, and he thought of Lin Weimin's words during the meeting.

"Don't reach out, otherwise you will be caught. Don't be greedy, let alone take chances."

The more Mou Chunzhi thought about it, the more he felt that these words seemed to be a reminder to him. That night, he could not sleep all night, tossing and turning until dawn.

It was getting bright early in the summer, and his wife was preparing breakfast. Mou Chunzhi stood up from the bed in the cold, not even bothering to wash up and was about to go out.

"Lao Mou, what are you doing?"

"Go and turn yourself in. Pack up all the things you didn't sell. Someone will pick them up later!"

Mou Chunzhi made up his mind and went out after saying this.

This morning, Lin Weimin was reviewing a manuscript and received a call from Secretary Zhou, asking him to come to the office.

Lin Weimin went to Secretary Zhou's office and found that Cheng Wuchun was also there.

Secretary Zhou informed the two of them about the situation. Just now, Mou Chunzhi, the vice president in charge of the printing business, confessed to him about his bribery and corruption in the past two years.

Compared with Wei Fengjun's rampage, the amount and nature of Mou Chunzhi were not serious, so Secretary Zhou did not alert the comrades in the relevant departments, but wanted to talk to Cheng Wuchun and Lin Weimin first to see how to deal with it.

"Lao Mou took the initiative to explain this matter..."

Secretary Zhou said something specifically, which can be regarded as indicating his attitude.

Cheng Wuchun followed suit and said: "With two vice presidents missing all of a sudden, it will be difficult to carry out work."

Lin Weimin only said, "It is better to practice than to work hard."

The three of them reached a tacit agreement.

The Chinese Literature Society had just lost a vice-president, and any aggressive quarrel would easily affect the work. Moreover, Mou Chunzhi had always been conscientious and measured in his work, and this time he took the initiative to explain the problem.

"Then let him return the stolen goods first, and the company will impose internal sanctions. Don't alert the higher-ups yet." Secretary Zhou said.

There is a social committee in the club, and things like this will definitely have to go to the meeting, but the three giants have reached a tacit understanding, and there is no suspense about this matter.

Mou Chunzhi learned the result of his treatment from Secretary Zhou and couldn't help crying. He had been frightened for the past two days, but now that everything has settled, he felt at ease.

Moreover, the company actually retained his position, allowing him to make meritorious deeds. Mou Chunzhi had no other thoughts except gratitude, so he went to the offices of Lin Weimin and Cheng Wuchun to repent seriously.

Two days later, a document appeared on the bulletin board of the Chinese Literature Society, which was a notice of punishment against Mou Chunzhi for illegally accepting gifts from booksellers.

The club had just captured Wei Fengjun, and now Mou Chunzhi was born. Many people felt worried about this, but some also noticed the opportunity.

Although Mou Chunzhi made a mistake, it seemed like a small punishment but a big warning. The club gave him a chance to make meritorious deeds, and he still sat in the position of vice president.

But Wei Fengjun's seat is actually vacant. This is a rare opportunity!