Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 929 - 885 A Letter of Complaint
Chapter 929: Chapter 885 A Letter of Complaint
Chapter 929 -885 A Letter of Complaint
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Nie Jiamin stayed overnight at Nie Zhenbang’s, and the two brothers hadn’t seen each other for quite some time. They had much to talk about this visit.
For this trip to Xibei, An Na did not come along, as the children were gradually growing up. Regarding the three children, Pan and Wen were one matter, and so were Nie Zhenbang and An Na, including Li Xue; none of them planned to let the two children enter the system.
On the one hand, although there were certain benefits for women entering the system, unless it was a department involved in political consultation, if it was the party and government system, it was very difficult for a woman to come to the forefront. Therefore, individuals like Nie Zhenbang had no intention of letting Pan and Wen follow that path.
Consequently, the two children had no major issues over at Tenglong Island; with Tenglong’s connections, it was completely feasible to arrange for them to attend a private school in America.
However, when it came to Dong Zhiping—yes, that was the child of Nie Zhenbang and Dong Wan, and his name was indeed Dong Zhiping. This reflected the Dong family’s strong dissatisfaction with how Nie Zhenbang treated Dong Wan. Following the mother’s surname was also a form of compensation. Although the Dong family wasn’t what it used to be, they still wielded considerable influence in Jingcheng even now.
On another level, it also served as protection for Nie Zhenbang. Though such situations were not unusual in noble families, for someone with potential, this could become a ticking bomb at any time. Changing his surname to Dong spared some trouble.
In planning Dong Zhiping’s future, Dong Wan’s stance was clear: Dong Zhiping must take the path within the system. Moreover, Dong Wan was very resolute this time; no amount of persuasion would change her mind. Consequently, Dong Zhiping could only return to Jingcheng to study. Hence, An Na stayed in Jingcheng to look after Dong Zhiping’s daily needs and education.
Without An Na, Nie Zhenbang was staying at the Factory 38 guesthouse. The room cleaning and meals were all handled by dedicated staff, so the two grown men were free to sit at the living room coffee table and go through four whole bottles of Maotai, along with a dish of peanuts. Nie Zhenbang had brought only six bottles from Jingcheng, so in one evening, they had gone through two-thirds of them.
The next morning, Nie Jiamin left early by car. His purpose for coming to Xibei was also for the Huaxia Group. The conversation had opened up, and as brothers, Nie Jiamin believed Nie Zhenbang would make arrangements; there was no need for further talk, and no need for clarification. Otherwise, it would make things difficult for Nie Zhenbang. The current approach, stopping at the right point, was most appropriate.
When Nie Zhenbang got up, it was around seven-thirty. As his Xingyi martial arts progressed to a new phase, there had been subtle improvements in all aspects of his physical condition. This was something indescribable. As for the legendary feats, Nie Zhenbang was certain they were impossible.
After all, legends are just that—legends. It’s normal for Huaxia’s traditional martial arts to have some unfathomable aspects. However, anything truly miraculous was implausible.
Since he was staying at the guesthouse without many facilities, Nie Zhenbang just did some stretching for his body and had just finished washing up.
There was a knock at the door.
“Please come in!”
Nie Zhenbang said aloud. It was one of his habits. In the system, whether a grassroots leader or any other kind of leader, people often gave a simple command after knocking: Enter.
There was nothing wrong with this approach; it helped to convey a leader’s authoritative presence. After all, superiors at any level hardly ever knocked; they would have been greeted earlier. Generally, it was someone of a lower rank who knocked.
Of course, there were no rules about this—it was just a personal habit, but because so many people did it, it became a custom. No one insisted it had to be that way. At least, Nie Zhenbang always used two words, “Please come in.”
By speaking this way, nothing seemed amiss. The door opened, and Yun Fei walked in. She was about to speak when she suddenly crouched down.
Today, Yun Fei was wearing a professional suit: a dark blue jacket and pencil skirt, with a white blouse underneath, which outlined her figure.
In the moment she crouched, a flash of red was momentarily visible. Nie Zhenbang, who had just turned around, caught sight of this and felt a bit awkward as he turned his head away and sat down on the sofa.
Nie Zhenbang’s reaction didn’t escape Yun Fei’s notice. With a cold snort, as a person transferred from a special department, Yun Fei knew exactly why Nie Zhenbang had that reaction. She cursed silently in her heart but maintained a calm expression, speaking softly, “Director Nie, there’s a coordination meeting with the Ganlan Municipal Committee at ten o’clock this morning to discuss the relocation issue. Also, this is a letter I found at the door.”
A letter? What letter?
Nie Zhenbang immediately sat up straight and took the envelope from Yun Fei’s hand. Nie Zhenbang was curious. Last night, when his younger brother left around two in the morning to go back to his room to rest, there was no sign of any letter. This meant the letter must have been quietly delivered after two a.m.
Who was it from? What did it say? Nie Zhenbang grew more curious. The envelope was special, with a dark red pattern, easily blending in with the color of the room’s carpet and the hotel’s. The use of camouflage was evident. Such an envelope definitely could not be bought off the shelf. This denoted that the person who sent or wrote the letter was prepared.
The envelope was unsealed, so Nie Zhenbang opened it right away and pulled out the contents—just around four pages of letter paper.
Upon opening it, at the very top, it read, “Respected Chairman Nie Zhenbang,” followed by a space, and then, “Hello”. Below was the main body of the letter.
The letter was not long, totaling about five or six thousand characters. But Nie Zhenbang read it with great attention, furrowing his brow from the start. He examined every word of the letter with utmost care, being meticulous to a fault.
It was a whistleblower letter, denouncing Chen Qingdong, the former Deputy Party Secretary and Discipline Inspection Secretary of the 38th Factory. The accusation was that during his tenure as the Deputy Director of the factory and as the Discipline Inspection Secretary, he used his power to exclude his enemies and frame the loyal and honest. If the letter was to be believed, Chen Qingdong was utterly corrupt, rotten to the core.
However, at that moment, Nie Zhenbang was very calm, showing no hint of disturbance. Although Huaxia Group had just been established, and he did not know much about the 38th Factory, based on what Nie Zhenbang knew about Zhang Shengshan, if Chen Qingdong was truly such a person, could Zhang tolerate him?
There had to be a problem here. Nie Zhenbang laid the letter on the coffee table and drummed his fingers on the armrest of the sofa. Given Zhang Shengshan’s assertiveness, his acceptance of the fifty million investment without hesitation, combined with his behavior over the past few days, Zhang wielded tremendous prestige in the 38th Factory. Chen Qingdong did not seem to belong to Zhang’s faction. This much, Nie Zhenbang understood to some extent.
This matter was indeed strange. Who was the target? Was it aimed at Chen Qingdong, or at himself? This was worth considering.
If he ignored this situation, would rumors and gossip start to circulate around the 38th Factory? It was all unclear.
After a moment of silence, Nie Zhenbang looked up at Yun Fei and said, “Xiao Yun, call Chen Qingdong, the former Disciplinary Secretary of the 38th Factory and now the Deputy Director of the Discipline Inspection Department of the group, and ask him to meet me here.”
When Chen Qingdong received the call from the executive secretary Yun Fei, he had just started work and was surprised. He couldn’t figure out why Director Nie would suddenly ask for him, but he didn’t dare to delay, hurrying over. As soon as he arrived at the hotel’s third floor entrance, the executive secretary Yun Fei stood at the door and waved him over.
“Minister Chen, Director Nie is waiting for you inside,” Yun Fei said calmly.
Chen Qingdong entered the room. Nie Zhenbang looked up at him, a man in his early fifties, not particularly tall, dressed very simply.
Looking at Chen Qingdong, Nie Zhenbang nodded slightly and said, “Deputy Minister Chen, please relax. The main reason I asked you to come over is to get a better understanding of things.”
As he spoke, Nie Zhenbang pointed to the letter on the coffee table and continued, “Today, I received a letter here. You should take a look at it first.”
At that moment, Chen Qingdong was already filled with confusion and unease. He didn’t have many opportunities to speak directly with Director Nie, given their respective statuses. After Nie Zhenbang finished speaking, Chen picked up the letter and just two minutes into reading it, he began to tremble with indignation.
It turned out to be an anonymous whistleblower letter, and it was denouncing him. Chen Qingdong became nervous. Who could be scheming against him from behind? Chen Qingdong considered the possibility; it must be someone from within the 38th Factory. It couldn’t possibly be from the other divisions of Huaxia Group—they hardly had any relationship with one another, and there was no reason for them to harm him.
But as to who was behind it, Chen Qingdong couldn’t figure it out. Observing Nie Zhenbang’s calm and serious demeanor, Chen Qingdong pondered what Director Nie’s intentions were.
One thing was certain: Director Nie had no intention of targeting him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called him here and allowed him to see the letter.
Nie Zhenbang also observed Chen Qingdong. Indeed, from the beginning, Nie Zhenbang hadn’t thought of acting against Chen Qingdong. At his level, Nie was no longer inexperienced and wouldn’t be swayed by a mere whistleblower letter. The situation had seemed suspicious from the start, which is why Nie Zhenbang had decided to meet with Chen Qingdong.
After a pause, Nie Zhenbang slowly said, “Deputy Minister Chen, what are your thoughts on this matter?” (
