Ma Ming is sometimes irritable and impetuous, but when it comes to big things, he is extremely calm. After thinking about it just now, he made the most correct decision. Because if he puts the responsibility on Jian Yao, he may not be able to hurt the other party.

However, he may not be able to escape unscathed, and once his reputation for biting others to protect himself is lost, his future career will be even more bumpy.

So, he made up his mind and said calmly: "I have made it clear just now. The safety supervision station is a temporary agency. It has no law enforcement power. It cannot impose fines, seize equipment, let alone close factories, arrest people, etc. Mei Guang will live or die."

No, the Judiciary Office did not coordinate with the court to implement the case, so the case was not closed."

"How much did you charge?!" The black-faced Mr. Bao stopped beating around the bush and pointed his sword directly.

"What? Collect money? Whose money?" Ma Ming was shocked and confused.

"Stop pretending to be stupid!" Black-faced Bao Fang said, "How much did you charge Meiguang Stone Factory to allow them to continue working?"

Well, it is true that the little demons in the temple are powerful and Chi Qian is a bastard. For the first time, Ma Ming felt that the small township government was so dangerous. The last arson incident was framed again this time. He thought he had a clear conscience and got along well with his colleagues.

It's fairly harmonious. Even if there are occasional disharmony, it's entirely because of work and not taking things seriously. Sometimes he's too serious and direct, which doesn't get along well with Mr. who is used to doing Tai Chi and is pretty much like mud. This creates some unpleasantness.

It's all normal, so why would you use such vicious and despicable methods to do something to yourself?

It seems that you are serious about your work, dare to speak and do it, but you must also pay attention to skills and protect yourself. In short, you must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others.

This time is a lesson.

After feeling secretly, Ma Ming said: "I didn't receive any money, not a penny, never."

"You're still quibbling!" The black-faced Mr. Bao's nose was almost crooked with anger. "In addition to the benefits from Meiguang Stone Quantum, how many benefits did you receive from other stone quarries? Did you charge them truthfully?"

In grassroots towns and villages, many safety officers collect red envelopes when inspecting enterprises with heavy production safety responsibilities such as mines, quarries, and paper mills. This has become an open industry secret and routine. Everyone in the Discipline Inspection Commission knows about it, but no one reports it.

, was too lazy to investigate.

Interrogations by the Discipline Inspection Commission are always like this. If you talk about the big picture or the truth, sometimes things other than clues will emerge.

Ma Ming never accepted it at all, but refused it many times, and no one gave him money again.

On the afternoon of June 7, when there was a storm in the weather forecast, Ma Ming went to Meiguang Stone Factory to inspect production safety and urge the shutdown. In the work shed, Mei San gave him a brown paper envelope with cash in it, but he refused.

, and saw Mei San put the money back into the bag.

However, after he said this, the two cadres of the Discipline Inspection Commission still did not believe him because they had evidence in their hands.

The black-faced Mr. Bao sneered: "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." He took out a color photo from his briefcase and handed it to the white-faced scholar.

The latter took it, walked up to Ma Ming, put it in his hand, and said, "Look what this is?" His tone and demeanor were obviously much gentler.

It was a photo of a kraft paper envelope, with a few words written on it: Sincerely, Mei San. The key is that the envelope was placed in a drawer. Ma Ming took a closer look, wasn't that the drawer of his desk?

The black-faced Mr. Bao looked at his frightened expression and said proudly: "You didn't expect it, did you? We have already obtained the stolen goods. They are in the drawer of your desk. You should remember how much money is in it, right?"

Sure enough, he was framed. Ma Ming gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I have been plotted and framed. Can't you see it?"

"Don't change the subject, let me ask you how much money is in it?!"

"I don't know." Ma Ming answered righteously and then asked, "When was it discovered? This morning? No wonder, I wasn't staying at the township government last night. Someone must have secretly put it in last night."

The black bread man angrily yelled: "Still quibbling!" Seeing that Ma Ming stopped talking, he sat up straight, as majestic as Bao Qingtian's judgment, and said: "There are 10,000 yuan in it. We are in your desk this morning.

The money found during the search has been collected, Mei San has also confessed, the witnesses and physical evidence are complete, and the evidence chain is complete, what else do you have to say?"

Ma Ming immediately shouted: "I was wronged."

If you accept a bribe of 10,000 yuan and cause such serious consequences as a fatal accident, you will definitely be held criminally responsible. Ma Ming was a little anxious.

The white-faced scholar advised: "Don't make a fuss. You are so young, why do you act like an old man? You should be honest, take the initiative to confess the facts of your crimes, repent seriously after entering, and actively reform. Three years, at most three years, after you come out.

Be a good person and society will not abandon you."

Ma Ming no longer had the calmness he had just now. If there were leaders to suppress him again, his case might be classified. He said anxiously: "I was really framed. Black and white are unpredictable. No, two comrades of the Discipline Inspection Commission, you want to

You are very aware of everything, can't you see such a clumsy trick?"

When the two disciplinary inspection cadres were questioned like this, they couldn't help but said with a livid face: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"This is such an obvious frame-up!" Ma Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Shut up!" Black-faced Mr. Bao reprimanded, and then said, "How is it so obvious?"

Ma Ming looked at the photo, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked: "When did Mei San say you gave me this envelope?"

The black-faced Mr. Bao said angrily: "Should I interrogate you, or you interrogate me?!"

The white-faced scholar had a much better temper and replied: "He said he secretly stuffed it into you on June 7th in the shed of the quarry. We went to investigate, and a worker saw it with his own eyes and came out to testify."

Ma Ming suddenly burst out laughing, making the two disciplinary inspection cadres puzzled.

The white-faced scholar muttered: "Isn't it because I said I wanted to sentence him that I scared him out of his wits?"

"Ma Ming, don't laugh. You can't escape the punishment of the law by pretending to be crazy or acting stupid." The black bread man looked solemn.

Ma Ming stopped laughing, calmed down, pointed at the photo and asked: "Excuse me, two leaders, have you checked the handwriting?"

The black-faced Mr. Bao said impatiently: "What else do you want to do? The evidence is so conclusive, it's over just for you to admit it, why are you having any crooked ideas?"

"We have an investigator who is the vice president of the County Calligraphy Association and is very knowledgeable about handwriting. He compared Mei San's handwriting on the spot and confirmed that it was written by him." The white-faced scholar explained kindly.

Ma Ming said: "I'm not talking about this handwriting, but that handwriting."

"Which other handwriting is there?" The black-faced Mr. Bao was a little confused.

"I'm talking about time, the time of handwriting." Ma Ming thought that this black-faced Mr. Bao's IQ had dropped, and continued, "Didn't you check it? I can tell from the photos that it was written just a few days ago, but Mei

Third, it’s June 7th.”

The two disciplinary inspection cadres looked at each other and were shocked. Oh my God, neither of us saw such an obvious flaw? Are you blind or am I blind? So, the black-faced Mr. Bao immediately took out the original document from his briefcase and took a closer look.
Chapter completed!