Chapter 938: The thread between fate and power (please vote for this very large chapter)

"This is?"

As the documents were flipped, some surprised murmurs came from the crowd.

"Mr. Lynn,"

At this time, the Minister of Finance, who was sitting on the right side of He Ao, had hurriedly raised his head and looked at He Ao, "My daughter passed the entrance examination and was admitted to that high school normally. I did not use any illegal means. I even

I haven’t even written a letter of recommendation to her.”

He Ao raised his hand to signal him to be quiet first.

"Mayor Lynn,"

Vettel, who was behind the conference table, also said nervously and angrily, "This is a false accusation. I just drank too much that day. In that suitcase was a custom-made suit for my wife. It happened to be here, so I let her

He sent it over."

"Lynn, although Vettel has a somewhat out-of-touch personality, he likes to play,"

Lant, who was sitting next to He Ao, stood up slightly, stood next to He Ao, and whispered, "But he still knows right from wrong and won't do this."

"They can vouch for me."

At this time, Vettel also looked at the two 'friends' beside him who had just been joking together, "We went to the bar together that day, and they saw the man delivering the suit coming, and I made fun of the man delivering the suit.

It’s packed in a suitcase, which is very particular.”

He looked at his silent friends beside him, "Are you talking?"

"It was indeed that day, we were with Vettel,"

At this time, the man on his left spoke slowly, "But we went to the toilet on the way, and when we came back, we saw a suitcase in his hand. He said it was a suit, but... the weight didn't seem to be a suit."

After hearing the first half, Vettel was still a little relaxed, but after hearing the second half, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Then he immediately realized something and grabbed the collar of the person next to him angrily, "Did you do it on purpose? Did you take me to that bar on purpose?! Did you frame me?"

"Vettel, don't spit on anyone!"

The man who was grabbed by the collar said immediately, pointing his hand on the screen, "You see it is clearly written in this document. The bureaucrats in Copes said that you took bribes from them, and then separately approved a power line to the mining area for them.

.”

Vettel's face turned red instantly, he pulled up the collar of the man in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Asshole, they are following a normal procedure. All conditions are met. If I don't turn on the power for them, how can you let those miners work?"

?Are they being led by those bastards from Copes to use dangerous small fuel cell machinery to mine?"

"alright."

A calm and old voice sounded in the strange atmosphere of the conference room.

Vettel took a deep breath, his chest heaved up and down, and he let go of his hand, looking at He Ao, "Mayor Lynn, Mr. Rant, I'm sorry, I was impulsive."

The man whose collar was grabbed glanced at Vettel and wanted to say something, but when he raised his head and looked at the old man standing in front of the main seat with cold eyes, he shuddered subconsciously and said something abruptly.

Swallowed it back.

"Over there with the Ministry of Education,"

He Ao glanced to the left and glanced at the mustachioed man sitting on the left, "Is there any violation of enrollment regulations?"

"Each school has its own admissions standards. Some look at exams, and some look at overall quality. We don't know clearly."

The man with the mustache sat up straight, shook his head and said, "There may be some students who cannot meet the standards and have to use other means to enroll. As long as the school approves, we will consider them to be admitted normally."

"I heard that before the admission results came out, the principal of Nolde Private High School visited the Minister of Finance?"

The fat man next to the mustached man raised his head and looked at the Minister of Finance.

"I refused directly. No one in our family has contacted the so-called principal."

The finance minister immediately shook his head.

"In other words, there is such a thing?"

The fat man asked with a smile.

The Minister of Finance turned his head and looked at He Ao, "Mr. Lin En, I didn't expect things to come to this point. My daughter has always had good grades and she likes that school very much. I can't help it. I tried to persuade her, but she

She hid it from us when she took the exam, and there was nothing wrong with her score. She told me that she had the correct answer...I..."

"So if your daughter likes it, you should find a way to make her..."

One of the people in the crowd said.

But he didn't finish his words, because the old man standing in the main seat raised his hand.

He wasn't very afraid of the old man before, because he was easy to talk to and it would be fine even if he offended him. But today, when he saw that old and calm face and those deep brown-gray eyes, he felt a little palpitated for some reason.

Finally, he closed his mouth and remained quiet.

At this moment, He Ao's eyes also swept across the people sitting around the conference table with different expressions. He slowly said, "Finance Minister Lowe, Energy Minister Vittel, please stand up."

After hearing his words, the two of them turned pale, but still stood up slowly.

The mustachioed man sitting on the left raised his head and glanced at Vettel, who was standing up. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he quickly hid it.

At this time, He Ao also looked at the rest of the people sitting, looking at their expressions of joy or ridicule, and said in a calm tone, "The things to be announced in today's meeting are very simple, and it won't take up too much of everyone's time.

.”

After hearing his words, everyone's eyes focused on him again.

Both Vettel and Lowther were breathing a little faster.

"Everyone here except those who are standing,"

He Ao slowly picked up the brass cane and said in a natural and steady tone, "You are all fired."

The patter of rain hits the glazed windows with ancient paintings, and it seems to hit everyone's heart, making a crackling sound.

This dripping sound is like sharp knives, shattering the panic of the standing person and the charming dreams of the sitting person.

silence.

An eerie silence spread in the vast hall.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The gray-haired old man stood in front of the conference table, holding an exquisitely carved brass cane in the air.

In the silent and dim void, there seemed to be countless fluttering illusory strings, passing through the void, with one end held above the heads of everyone in the conference room, and the other end held on to the brass cane lying horizontally in the air.

Just like the fate of this world being dragged.

The cold wind seemed to blow through the closed doors and windows, blowing into the seemingly warm room, solidifying the faces of everyone sitting there.

"Until your successor is determined, your first deputy minister will temporarily take over your duties."

The old man's eyes calmly scanned everyone's face, and he took back the brass cane in his hand.

"Okay, the meeting is over, you can prepare for the handover."

boom--

As if the thread of fate was pulled into the void, the invisible sound trembled in everyone's heart, awakening the absent soul.

Panic, confusion, surprise, fear, doubt, countless expressions appeared on the faces of people who finally reacted.

"Mr. Lynn!"

The Minister of Education with a mustache stood up in a flash. He looked at He Ao with a slightly angry and disbelieving expression, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress his emotions.

"What are you doing? You've almost dismissed the entire cabinet! The city government will collapse!"

"Well, are you finished?"

He Ao looked at the Minister of Education.

It was like a bucket of ice water falling from the sky, extinguishing all anger and anger.

The Minister of Education stared blankly at the old man with calm eyes in front of him.

Although the mayor's eyes fell on him, he knew that he was not in his eyes at all.

Executive power belongs to the mayor of Ilan.

This is the first sentence of Article 2, Article 2 of the Ilan City Constitution, which lays the foundation for all the mayor's powers.

Executive power belongs to the mayor and not the city government.

The city government and the city cabinet are just instrumental institutions derived from the mayor to better execute his administrative powers.

When the mayor wants to cut these tools without any scruples, the tools have no room to speak or resist.

After all, they are just tools that rely on the mayor.

One word determines life and death, one word determines rise and fall. This is power.

Silent silence spread in the conference room again.

The Minister of Education opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but no sound came out.
To be continued...