Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 65 A Birthday Gift, the Furious Ye Family of the Capital

Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, Director's Office.

The heavy curtains were half-drawn, blocking out the glaring sunlight. Qi Tongwei sat behind his desk, holding a freshly printed file in his hand. The paper was still warm from the printer, almost burning to the touch.

The file wasn't thick, only a dozen pages. But its weight was greater than that of dozens of riot control vehicles outside.

This is a top-secret confession sent back from the southwestern border. The intermediary known as "Old Ghost" confessed to all the despicable things he had done in his life, including the operation three years ago that almost cost Qi Tongwei his life.

At that time, Qi Tongwei led his team to ambush drug dealers in Guichoujian, but the intelligence was leaked and the support team was inexplicably transferred away. He was chased and killed in the jungle like a wild dog for three days and three nights.

At the time, he thought it was just bad luck. Now he realizes it was a man-made disaster.

Someone didn't want him to come back alive.

Qi Tongwei picked up the red inkpad on the table and pressed it heavily onto the seal.

"Donglai," he called out.

Zhao Donglai pushed the door open and came in. The tough guy from the municipal bureau looked rather serious at the moment. He glanced at the manila file folder on the table, which had no markings on it except for a red "Top Secret" stamp.

"Director Qi." Zhao Donglai took two steps closer.

"Find a reliable person, use a special channel, and send this to the capital." Qi Tongwei pushed the file folder over, tapping his finger on the table. "The recipient is the Ye Family Compound, to be opened by Old Master Ye personally."

Zhao Donglai paused for a moment, then reached out and took the file folder. It felt heavy, and there seemed to be a USB drive inside.

"Director Qi, shouldn't we make a copy of this for the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection?" Zhao Donglai asked tentatively. "After all, it involves that person. Wouldn't it be safer to go through the proper procedures?"

Although Qi Tongwei didn't explicitly say whose dirt was on him, Zhao Donglai had been following him for so long, and considering the recent activities of Hou Liangping, he could probably guess that it was aimed at that Teacher Gao.

Qi Tongwei leaned back in his chair, took a cigarette from the pack, and tapped it on the back of his hand.

"The Discipline Inspection Commission?" He put a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it. He just sneered, "Donglai, some festering sores can't be cleaned with a scalpel. They need to be burned, they need to be struck by lightning."

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Donglai, his gaze as calm as a dry well.

"This is a personal grudge," Qi Tongwei said. "The formal procedures are too slow and easily manipulated. I need a sharp knife, a knife that can pierce through the sky in Handong. What Old Master Ye hates most in his life is betrayal and selling out, especially using soldiers who risk their lives on the front lines as bargaining chips to exchange for official positions. Sending this birthday gift will be more effective than anything else."

Zhao Donglai understood.

This isn't a denunciation; it's leveraging power. Qi Tongwei intends to use the anger of the Ye family in Beijing to reduce Gao Yuliang to ashes.

"Understood." Zhao Donglai stuffed the file folder into his pocket and placed it close to his body. "I'll handle it myself. Find Xiao Hu from the Special Police Detachment. He used to deliver confidential documents; he's tight-lipped and knows the way."

"Go ahead," Qi Tongwei waved his hand, "Be careful on the road."

Watching Zhao Donglai close the door, Qi Tongwei took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it into the trash can.

The pieces have been placed; now it's up to us how this game will turn out.

……

The office of the deputy secretary in the compound of the Provincial Party Committee of Handong.

This is the third time Gao Yuliang has looked at his watch today.

Normally at this time, he would be reading documents or pruning the branches of his bonsai. But today, he couldn't hold the scissors steady, and just now, without realizing it, he cut off the main branch of his favorite "Welcoming Pine".

Seeing the pine branches lying on the ground, Gao Yuliang's heart skipped a beat.

This is an ominous sign.

Hou Liangping's words that day were like a thorn stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow or spit out. He understood Qi Tongwei; that student used to be an obedient sheepdog, but now he had become a wolf. And since the wolf had bared its teeth, it wouldn't just bite once.

That intense sense of unease made him restless.

Gao Yuliang put down the scissors and picked up the red secure phone on the table. He hesitated for a moment, then dialed a number in Beijing. It was a senior alumnus he had known from his university days, who now worked in a ministry in Beijing and was very well-informed.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey, senior, it's me, Yu Liang." Gao Yu Liang smiled, and even though the other person couldn't see him, his tone was full of humility and warmth.

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold, even somewhat distant.

"Oh, it's Yuliang. What's up? I have a meeting coming up soon, I don't have much time."

Gao Yuliang's heart sank. This senior student used to be very enthusiastic towards him, even hinting that he could help him get promoted if the opportunity arose. His attitude today was strange.

"Oh, it's nothing serious. I just wanted to ask if there's been any news about the situation in Beijing lately, especially regarding our Handong area," Gao Yuliang asked tentatively. "So I can cooperate with the higher-ups."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

This silence was even more unbearable than hanging up the phone directly. Gao Yuliang's palms, holding the receiver, began to sweat.

"Yuliang," the older student's voice lowered, "for the sake of our years of friendship, I'll give you a word of advice. Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish."

Gao Yuliang's hand trembled slightly: "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"The old man of the Ye family received a special package today." The senior student didn't explain, but dropped a bombshell: "It's said that after reading it, the old man smashed his favorite purple clay teapot. He was cursing in his study, saying that someone was using his soldiers as cannon fodder and the blood of martyrs as dye. He's really furious."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Gao Yuliang stood frozen in place, holding the receiver.

Ye family?

Qi Tongwei actually got in touch with the Ye family?

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. He had calculated everything, thinking that Qi Tongwei would at most rely on Sha Ruijin or Li Dakang to put up a fight, but he never expected that this kid would directly overturn the table and invite the real god of the capital!

Has that incident from back then been brought up again?

Gao Yuliang slumped into his chair, his face deathly pale. The pine tree, its branches mangled and broken, stood forlornly on the table, as if mocking his impending doom.

……

The Ye Family Compound in Beijing.