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General Zhang Ru sat in his private office in Chen Mei-Li’s apartment. It was one of the few places he could think without interference. He’d even given the girl a thousand yuan to go out—shopping or a movie with girlfriends or whatever girls her age did in the mornings.
Here there was no swarm of investigators pursuing irrelevant and inconsequential information about what had happened to the valuable asset of the Shenyang J-31.
Also no scapegoat hunter asking what had his nephew done wrong. Thankfully, he’d had a substitute personnel file already prepared for Wang Fan. It now reflected that he had recused himself from any promotion decisions concerning the boy from the very beginning.
Even so, the brush with the CDI gave him chills. Thankfully he’d managed to focus the Commission f
