Kuang Biao: Gao Qiqiang calls me the Godfather of Jinghai

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Saturday morning.

Inside Jinghai People's Hospital.

Li Qun was having breakfast, and his wife Shen Xiaoling was telling her mother-in-law to remember to pick up her daughter from school.

At this moment, Li Qun's PHS phone rang.

Shen Xiaoling picked up her PHS and took a look at it. She frowned when she saw the name of the caller.

"Bring me the phone." Li Qun said to Shen Xiaoling.

"Take it, they will beat you to death sooner or later." Shen Xiaoling looked ugly, but still handed the PHS to Li Qun.

Li Qun took the PHS phone.

A young man's voice came from the phone: "Reporter Li, they are still slaughtering sick pigs."

"I understand and I will continue to follow up on this matter."

Li Qun hung up the phone.

Shen Xiaoling's chest heaved, "I've told you several times, but you just don't listen. They are colluding from top to bottom. How can you defeat them?"

Li Qun didn't answer.

Shen Xiaoling picked up her bag angrily: "I'm going to work."

Watching his wife leave angrily, Li Qun picked up his PHS and dialed Meng Yu's number.

Soon, the call came through.

"Master, are you feeling better?" Meng Yu's voice came from the phone.

Li Qun said: "You told me a few days ago that your father reported the problem to the Market Supervision Administration."

Meng Yu said: "Yes, he contacted Uncle Cai from the Market Supervision and Administration Bureau in front of me. What, is there anything new?"

Li Qun said: "I just received a call from the whistleblower, and the Hongyu Meat Factory started killing sick pigs again."

"How dare they do this!" Meng Yu was surprised.

Li Qun said: "I would like to ask you to report it to District Mayor Meng again, hoping to attract the attention of the municipal party committee leaders."

"Yes, I will." After Meng Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

…

On Saturday evening, Zhang Yaoyang came to Meng Dehai's home.

This time, Zhang Yaoyang did not bring a gift.

Meng Dehai was very satisfied when he saw that Zhang Yaoyang didn't bring anything.

As soon as they entered the room, Cui Xiao'e said enthusiastically: "Xiao Zhang, Meng Yu will be back in a while. You go over and have tea first. The meal will be ready soon."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, auntie." Zhang Yaoyang sniffed it, then said with a smile: "It smells so good. It seems I'm in for a treat tonight."

"Hahaha." Cui Xiao'e said with a smile: "This is the first time I have made Dongpo Pork."

Cui Xiao'e went back to the kitchen, and Zhang Yaoyang sat on the sofa.

Zhang Yaoyang sat on the sofa, and Meng Dehai poured him a cup of tea.

Meng Dehai said: "You need to push the sewage pipe network construction project more. We are a development zone and we pay special attention to speed."

"I will." Zhang Yaoyang nodded.

Meng Dehai added: "The demolition of Shuanghu will also be left to you. The demolition will be completed before the end of the year."

Zhang Yaoyang drank tea and called Xiao Wanhua in front of Meng Dehai: "Mr. Xiao, arrange for personnel to go to Shuanghu for demolition."

Meng Dehai had a smile on his face.

Zhang Yaoyang is becoming more and more to his liking.

Don’t put off doing things, get on with things when they come up.

Zhang Yaoyang said: "District Chief Meng, the demolition will be completed by the end of this month."

"Yes." Meng Dehai picked up the teapot and poured tea for Zhang Yaoyang.

Clang.

The door was slammed shut.

It's Meng Yu who's back.

Meng Yu kicked his shoes into the entrance hall and walked to the living room.

Judging from her angry look, she must have encountered something unpleasant again.

Meng Dehai asked: "What happened again?"

Meng Yu sat down and said, "I'm going to be so angry with these people."

"Which group?" Meng Dehai asked again.

"Parents of students in No. 11 Middle School said some time ago that their children were poisoned by food from the cafeteria. However, after we reported it, they said that their children ate from unclean roadside stalls and had nothing to do with the school cafeteria."

"But they clearly said before that the child didn't eat outside."

Meng Yu felt like he was being fooled.

From the moment she took over, she knew something was fishy.

Unexpectedly, the victim also changed his story.

Zhang Yaoyang's face was expressionless. He was not surprised at all by this kind of 'reversal'.

Meng Dehai frowned and said nothing.

If the incident didn't happen in Qinghua District, he couldn't control it.

"That's right." Meng Yu suddenly remembered what happened to Li Qun, so she said to Meng Dehai: "Comrade Lao Meng, the Hongyu Meat Joint Factory has started to slaughter pigs that died of illness."

"How is this possible?" Meng Dehai said: "Lao Cai told me two days ago that he had already dealt with this matter."

Meng Yu said: "It must be the gang at the meat factory who deceived the superiors and did not take Uncle Cai's treatment seriously at all."

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Yaoyang didn't interrupt the whole time.

However, when he heard about the slaughter of dead pigs,

Zhang Yaoyang was not surprised at all.

Not to mention 2000, even in 2023, such cases are still rampant.

Because the profit is not small.

Zhang Yaoyang has read relevant reports.

There is an open secret in the "pig collection" business, that is, only by collecting discarded pigs can you make a lot of money!

In order to make money, some people specialize in purchasing dead pigs all year round.

Especially around 2000, pig farming has not yet become large-scale.

Pigs are generally collected in several surrounding counties.

After deducting freight, slaughtering fees, taxes and other expenses, the profit of slaughtering a pig is only about 10 to 20 yuan.

But if they can receive sick pigs, dead pigs, and residual pigs, their profits are quite considerable.

A dead pig weighing about 100 kilograms can be bought for only a few dozen yuan, and a dead pig weighing 200 to 300 kilograms can be purchased for only 100 to 200 yuan. Therefore, the net profit of buying such a pig can reach 200 to 400 yuan.

A meat processing plant sells thousands of kilograms of dead pork a day. How much profit can it make!

Meng Yu said unhappily: "Yaoyang, do you think these people are hateful? What's the difference between them selling dead pork and stealing money and killing people?"

"It's quite hateful." Zhang Yaoyang echoed: "You can't mess with the food you eat, it will cost your life."

"That's right." Meng Yu became more and more angry as he thought about it: "It's too hateful, Comrade Lao Meng, you contact Uncle Cai, give them a special sorting, and punish them severely. It would be even better if they can be arrested!"

Meng Dehai had a blank expression on his face, and he didn't call again.

After being an official for so many years.

Meng Dehai still knows how to be an official.

First of all, the incident did not happen in Qinghua District. Secondly, he cannot interfere with the work of his old comrades.

If he continues to call his old comrades and report the same thing, wouldn't it be like slapping his old comrades in the face?

So, Meng Dehai looked at Zhang Yaoyang: "Xiao Zhang, I have to trouble you to come forward for this matter."

Meng Yu looked at Zhang Yaoyang, her big black and bright eyes blinking.

She was very curious.

Meng Yu asked curiously: "Comrade Meng, why did you let Yaoyang handle this matter?"

Meng Dehai said: "Maybe it will be easier if Xiao Zhang comes forward."

Zhang Yaoyang and Meng Dehai looked at each other and smiled tacitly: "Okay, then I will send someone to talk to them."