Lin Mo gripped Provincial Governor Zhou Weimin’s hand with a firm, steady nod.
“Governor Zhou,” Lin Mo said calmly. “It is an honor. I am glad you arrived in time to see the truth.”
Governor Zhou looked at Lin Mo with deep, steely respect.
“Chairman Lin,” Governor Zhou said, his voice carrying the quiet weight of authority. “The provincial government owes you a debt of gratitude. For five years, these parasites used charity slogans to siphon wealth from the poorest corners of Jiangnan.”
Governor Zhou turned his sharp eyes toward the stage, his expression colder than mountain frost.
Two anti-corruption prosecutors pushed Deputy Director Hu forward by his coat collar.
Director Hu’s gold-rimmed glasses hung askew from one ear, tears and snot smearing across his plump cheeks.
“Governor Zhou, please listen to me!” Director Hu wept, dropping to his knees on the carpet. “I was only following established convention! The Three Clans promised to invest in the harbor!”
