Village chief, your township enterprise sells laser cannons?

Chapter 77: There's no 5000 yuan!

The sudden words startled Ding Jiayi. She slowly turned around, her dark eyes filled with confusion, and began to scrutinize her subordinate from head to toe.

After observing for a while, she asked softly, "What is your purpose in making these targeted judgments?"

One problem: the young people stopped talking.

Ding Jiayi turned around and pushed through the crowd: "Stop arguing, please make way, we're from the Discipline Inspection Commission!"

The moment the words "Disciplinary Committee" were uttered, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent. The next second, the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Mo Chengguang's wife, who was still crying on the ground.

Meanwhile, Mo Chengguang's wife, who was wailing, quickly stood up after seeing the documents in Ding Jiayi's hand, wiped the snot and tears from her face, and ran into the house.

Seeing this, Mo Chengguang also prepared to run, but before he could even take a step, Ding Jiayi's voice came: "Mo Chengguang, you can run, but we have already accepted your report. Next, you either need to answer our questions properly and cooperate with our investigation."

"Either we determine that you fabricated facts and made a malicious report, and then you are detained for 15 days!"

This blatant threat successfully made Mo Chengguang retract his outstretched leg. He completely changed from the scoundrel he had been arguing with his wife earlier; now he placed his hands obediently in front of him, fingers together, a smile plastered on his face, his expression full of ingratiation.

"Sir, please feel free to ask me anything. I will answer everything I know to the best of my ability!"

"hey-hey!"

"Let's talk over there!" Ding Jiayi pointed to a corner. Once the person arrived, she activated the recorder on her chest and flipped through the documents in her hand, her finger sliding down to find Mo Chengguang's name:

"Mo Chengguang, male, 47 years old, ID number... home address... is that you?"

"It's me! Hehe!" Mo Chengguang chuckled憨厚ly, then slowly squatted down, like an honest man squatting in the corner.

Seeing his actions, Ding Jiayi stepped forward and forcibly pulled him up:

"You don't need to squat down, you can speak standing up."

After helping the person to a standing position, Ding Jiayi released her grip and continued flipping through the documents in her hands:

"We received your real-name report, alleging that your village party secretary and village head, Lin Man, illegally obtained tens of millions of yuan in benefits from village collective enterprises."

"Your whistleblower letter is very long, but it contains no real evidence."

"Yes!" Upon hearing that the person had come to investigate his real-name report, Mo Chengguang slapped his thigh with his right hand and pointed towards the village entrance:

"That village collective enterprise, that metal processing plant."

"Lin Man went to find someone himself, and someone gave him an order. This person was our village party secretary and village head. He actually didn't give the order to the village's collective enterprise. Instead, he had his father set up his own company and let his father, Lin Yaobei's company, do the order."

"This order should belong to the village collective enterprise. He gave it to his father, which is an illegal act of misappropriating funds from the village collective enterprise."

"This is stealing our company's business!"

"Shouldn't I have reported him?"

"Of course!" Ding Jiayi glanced down at the recorder hanging on her left chest, and breathed a slight sigh of relief upon confirming that it was working.

She turned a page of the document in her hand and asked again:

"Then can you explain why the complaint letters in your village are printed by a printer, and why everything is the same except for the names and ID numbers of the complainants?"

"In addition, you just said that Lin Man is prepared to give each household 5000 yuan in exchange for your votes in the upcoming election."

"What's going on here?"

When the topic of whistleblower letters came up, Mo Chengguang slapped his thigh and said, "Look at what you're saying, it's 2026 already, who still writes whistleblower letters by hand?"

"Those are all voice-output documents, then printed directly at a print shop, and finally signed and stamped with a thumbs-up."

"Isn't it tiring to write slowly?"

"As for that 5000..." Mo Chengguang glanced around furtively, then leaned close to Ding Jiayi and whispered:

"Lin Man went to see my brother just now. After he left, I went to see my brother and asked Lin Man if he was planning to do what Lin Yaozu did and ask us to vote for him so that he could become the village chief."

"My brother didn't say anything, but just turned his back to me and gestured to me with his right hand with his fingers spread out."

"When Lin Yaozu was elected village chief, he gave each person in our village five thousand dollars."

"If Lin Man wants to be the village chief, he can't be worse than Lin Yaozu, and with my brother's five fingers, it's definitely five thousand yuan."

This explanation made Ding Jiayi laugh in exasperation.

She glanced at the recorder again to make sure it was still working before whispering to Mo Chengguang, "Um... Lin Man is the village party secretary who is stationed here, and he also holds the position of village head."

"He doesn't need to vote; he's letting you vote, so he's probably preparing to reorganize the village committee."

"There are several people in the village committee, so he doesn't need to pay money for them."

Ding Jiayi's explanation completely baffled Mo Chengguang. He pulled out his household registration booklet from his left pocket and his marriage certificate from his right pocket, put the two documents together, stared at them for a long time, and then turned back to look at Ding Jiayi in a daze:

"He's the village party secretary, but he's not the village chief. If he wants to be the village chief, he needs our votes, and to get our votes, he has to pay money!"

"Why shouldn't he need a ticket?"

Mo Chengguang panicked. If Lin Man didn't want the ticket, wouldn't that mean he would lose 5000 yuan?

That's 5000 yuan!

Walking down the street, nobody gives you 5000 yuan for no reason!

Ding Jiayi pressed her right hand to her brow and explained softly:

"In the past, the two positions of village chief and village party secretary often led to disagreements when implementing certain policies."

"Therefore, the country is gradually promoting a system in which the village head and village party secretary can serve as one person."

"Lin Man is the village party secretary and also the village head, so... your 5000 yuan may be lost."

After explaining to Mo Chengguang, Ding Jiayi turned to look at the young man behind her, who had already recorded the work she had just done.

She reached out and took the record, checked its contents to make sure it matched what Mo Chengguang had just said, and then handed it to him: "Please take a look and sign to confirm!"

Mo Chengguang reached out and took the documents, didn't even glance at them, and with a few quick rips, tore them into a pile of shreds, scattering them into the air, followed by a scream: "My five thousand yuan!"

"I want to report that our village party secretary, Lin Man, is a nepotist and a liar. He promised to give 5,000 yuan for voting, but now he hasn't given it to us."

"I want to report this!"

The words had barely left his mouth when someone suddenly appeared from the side, followed by a resounding slap: "You damned bastard, who are you going to report?"

"I think you've lost your mind. What five thousand yuan?"

"I installed the wrong part, and when I reach out to grab it, you say I'll give you a hint that I'll vote for you for 5,000 yuan each time."

"Mo Chengguang, are you out of your mind for money?"

"Stop fighting! This is still being recorded!" Ding Jiayi stepped forward, separating Mo Chenghai and Mo Chengguang, and then asked Mo Chenghai:

"Comrade Mo Chenghai, our interview with Mo Chengguang has concluded. I would like to ask where Mo Tianlin's home is?"

"I'll lead you there!" Mo Chenghai pointed to the end of the road.

"Lin Man should be at Mo Tianlin's younger brother Mo Tianshu's house right now; we can run into him there!"