Official Career Storm
Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Chapter 295

Song Guanchao put down the materials and said to Zeng Li, "Keep an eye on these for me."

He and Xu Xin walked out of the office and he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Xu Xin glanced at the door of the Comprehensive Department and whispered, "Recently, quite a few people at the City Committee have been talking about you."

"What are they saying about me?"

Xu Xin seemed hesitant, as if the discussion was somewhat unfavorable.

"It’s okay, just tell me."

"They say you ride a motorbike to work and that it’s a bit pretentious, too showy."

"Is that all?" Song Guanchao laughed. The fact that he rode a motorbike could unbelievably become a topic of gossip.

"Secretary Song, this isn’t a good trend, and public opinion is something to be feared. If these words reach the leaders’ ears, it might leave a bad impression of you."

Xu Xin initially heard just one or two people talking, but then more and more joined in.

She was actually conflicted about whether to tell Song Guanchao, worried that he might think she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

But having worked within the system for years, she understood all too well how such seemingly trivial issues could easily cast a negative image on someone.

"Okay, I got it. I’ll switch to a car when I have time."

Song Guanchao didn’t take it seriously; he also knew that these office workers, having nothing better to do, liked to gossip.

Especially about various leaders’ scandals.

Being a secretary like him was still manageable, but the gossip about people like Secretary Lu and Mayor Zheng, he imagined the staff must have gossiped quite a bit.

As he got back to his office, before his seat even got warm, Secretary Xiao Xu came over, "Secretary Song, the Secretary-General wants to see you."

"Okay, I’ll go over in a bit."

Chu Xiao’e wanted to talk to him last time about establishing a new factory for Jinlong Automobile Company because of the high-speed rail project, but due to being tied up, he hadn’t had the chance to discuss it in detail with her.

He was too busy to split his attention now.

He organized the materials and sealed them in a plastic folder.

"Keep an eye on this, I’ll be back soon."

"I know."

Zeng Li leaned back in her chair, holding her phone, not knowing what she was looking at.

She thought working at the City Committee would be interesting, but who would have thought it would be so dull.

Song Guanchao entered the office and asked, "What does the Secretary-General want?"

Chu Xiao’e asked, "Did you offend someone?"

"Huh?" Song Guanchao was a bit stunned, "Why do you ask?"

"Your car, where is it?"

"What car?"

"That Mercedes."

"Oh, that was a friend’s car. I gave it back."

Chu Xiao’e said, "Did someone try to make an issue out of your car?"

Song Guanchao realized that in front of this group of women, he really had no secrets.

These women, each more astute than the last.

He hadn’t even discussed this matter with Chu Xiao’e, yet she had deduced so much just from a car.

He nodded, "There was some reason for that, but it’s resolved now."

Since he didn’t specify who he had offended, Chu Xiao’e didn’t ask further.

"Do you have money on you?"

"Why ask all of a sudden?" Song Guanchao felt confused by the jumping topics, "I don’t have much, but I have a bit."

"How much?"

"A hundred thousand, why?"

"Go buy a car, stop riding the motorbike. The issue has spread to the city government."

Song Guanchao frowned.

Xu Xin had told him, and he hadn’t paid attention nor felt it was something to be concerned about.

But Chu Xiao’e saying this, and moreover, the fact that even the city government knew about it.

Something was not right.

Logically, riding a motorbike to work would at most earn some accusations of showing off; it wasn’t some scandalous gossip.

Moreover, the City Committee and the city government were two different places; how could such a trivial matter have spread there?

It seemed someone was targeting him.

As for who it could be, he could guess it with his toes.

Other than that bastard Zheng Bihui, who else could it be?

"Okay, I know."

He scowled as he got up and Chu Xiao’e said, "If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know."

"Uh-huh."

Chu Xiao’e always felt she and Song Guanchao were a bit too disconnected.

Besides the occasional passion, their boundaries were clearly defined.

She preferred it that way.

But when Song Guanchao actually maintained such clear boundaries, she felt a bit uncomfortable.

Song Guanchao returned to his office, saying, "Secretary, I’m taking a day off today."

"What’s up?"

"Riding a motorbike to and from work got me accused of showing off, and now it’s spread to the city government."

Hearing this, Wu Qiangwei couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Song Guanchao, speechless, said, "Secretary, is that funny?"

"It is quite funny."

Mainly, she was surprised that Zheng Bihui would even bring up such a minor thing.

"Go on then."

"Uh-huh."

Upon leaving the office, Song Guanchao placed the documents into a drawer and locked it.

"Where are you going?"

"I’ve taken the afternoon off, got things to handle."

"Oh," Zeng Li drew out the word, resigned to being alone again in the afternoon.

While waiting for the elevator, Song Guanchao received a message from Wu Yun.

"Why did you switch to riding a motorbike?"

Great, even she knew about it; the news really did spread far and wide.

Song Guanchao prided himself on being clever, but he was outmaneuvered by Zheng Bihui.

He really hadn’t expected that a mere means of transport could become a topic used against him.

Song Guanchao briefly explained, and Wu Yun asked, "Are you going to buy a car?"

"Yep."

"I’ll come with you; I have a friend who might help."

"Don’t you have work?"

"I can take a leave."

"Alright, I’ll wait for you downstairs."

Exiting the elevator, after two minutes, Wu Yun came jogging over with her purse.

Wu Yun, brimming with youth, had her hair draped over her shoulders, a gentle oval face with delicate features, dark blue pinstripe trousers over black flat leather shoes, and a slightly loose white shirt that radiated an unbeatable girlish vibe.

She managed to channel a JK uniform vibe in her professional attire.

Just looking at her was a delight and brightened one’s mood.

"Let’s go."

Wu Yun walked side by side with him outside.

Song Guanchao rode the motorbike over, patted the back seat, "Get on."

Wu Yun stepped on the footrest, lifting her long legs to straddle behind him.

Since they were still at the City Committee, and worried about being seen, Wu Yun deliberately kept her distance.

Once they rode out of the City Committee, she let go of her reservations, wrapped her arms tightly around Song Guanchao’s waist, pressing her body against his.

Under the loose shirt, there was much more than met the eye.

Her bra was quite thin, and she intentionally pressed tightly to let Song Guanchao experience the softness of a young girl.

She tilted her head, whispering in his ear, "Are you buying a new car or a second-hand one? My friend sells used cars."

"Then let’s go for a second-hand one."

He wasn’t picky, as long as it worked.

"Then head straight to Xinglin Road."

Song Guanchao searched his mind for the location of Xinglin Road, quickly figuring out the route.

While waiting at the traffic light, Wu Yun twisted her shoulder and asked, "Is it soft?"

"..." Song Guanchao stayed silent, pretending not to hear.

Wu Yun, slightly annoyed, pressed harder, "Is it soft?"

Song Guanchao gave in, muttering, "Soft."

Wu Yun said, "Give me your hand."

"What for?" Song Guanchao panicked; they were on the road.

"Give it here."

Wu Yun grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh, "Hold on to me, I’m afraid I might fall off."

"..." So the excuse to take advantage is this blatant now, huh?

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