Official Career Storm
Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Chapter 503

Wu Yun was just about to sit down and fully possess this man when a familiar voice suddenly sounded outside.

"There is a tent over here."

Following that, footsteps approached closer.

Wu Yun’s body stiffened abruptly.

Song Guanchao also came to his senses, shifted her forward slightly, and slid down against Xiao Song.

This thrill made Wu Yun grunt softly.

The footsteps outside suddenly stopped.

The familiar voice asked, "Is anyone in the tent?"

Song Guanchao gave her a look, and Wu Yun, suppressing her inner turmoil, replied nonchalantly, "Who’s there?"

"It’s Li Jun, is Director Wu there?"

"Does Secretary Li have any business?"

"Nothing urgent, just looking for a tent to rest in, but if you’re there, never mind."

"Oh, I’m resting too, sorry."

"No problem, I’ll look elsewhere."

Li Jun left quickly.

After he departed, Song Guanchao grabbed her underwear and shorts, helping her put them on.

This time, Wu Yun did not resist.

After straightening out her clothes, Song Guanchao quickly got dressed himself.

Wu Yun was furious, sitting in the tent, ignoring Song Guanchao.

Last time, under the bridge, they were also interrupted at the last moment by a group of troublemakers.

This time, their crucial moment was again spoiled by someone.

"Come on, don’t be angry."

He couldn’t help but pinch her cute nose at that expression.

"Don’t touch me."

Wu Yun huffed, "I’m already so forward, and you still reject me."

"I’m not rejecting you, it’s just that this place is too inconvenient."

"Moreover, it’s your first time, do you really want your first time to be here, given to me just anywhere?" Song Guanchao said.

Wu Yun fell silent. She had been drinking that evening and hadn’t thought it through in her impulsiveness.

Hearing Song Guanchao’s words, she felt she might have been too hasty.

"Just rest well when we get back."

Song Guanchao opened a small gap in the tent, carefully scanned the surroundings, and said, "No one’s around, I’ll go out first."

After coming out of the tent, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no one had seen them.

He didn’t care, but for Wu Yun, a young lady, being the subject of salacious rumors could be unbearable emotionally.

Half an hour later, they returned to the guesthouse.

Meanwhile, Zhang Meilin and Fu Ying were guests at the home of Lu Xiaotian’s grandma.

He had contacted Grandma Lu earlier in the afternoon to arrange a visit.

Mrs. Li and her grandson had discussed it, and Lu Xiaotian had put aside his current affairs to rush back.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Li did most of the talking, with Lu Xiaotian saying little, but his eyes mischievously fixed on Fu Ying.

After the meal and drinks, Lu Xiaotian took out some cigarettes, "Secretary Zhang, have a smoke."

"Thank you," Zhang Meilin grinned as he accepted.

Mrs. Li slapped her grandson on the shoulder, "Why call him secretary and make it so formal? He’s just a few years older than you, just call him ’Brother’."

"Brother Zhang."

Zhang Meilin smiled, not correcting him, and let him use the informal address.

Xiao Zhang chimed in, "Brother, if our Lu encounters any trouble in the future, you’ll have to lend a hand."

"Rest assured, Grandma Li," Zhang Meilin replied.

Hearing his assurance brought a slight joy to both Mrs. Li and Lu Xiaotian.

They had heard about the incidents from the previous week and knew Zhang Meilin’s visit must be connected to those events.

This was a case of being suppressed by local factions, seeking their help to mediate.

Zhang Meilin stayed until after nine at night before leaving, with Lu Xiaotian escorting them to their car.

"Brother Zhang, it’s still early, want to change venues?"

Zhang Meilin seemed tempted, glancing at the time regretfully, "Not tonight, I have a busy day on Monday. Maybe next time."

"Alright, next time then. I’ll make sure everything is perfectly arranged for you," he said, looking again at Fu Ying, "County Magistrate Fu, what type of guys do you like? Next time I’ll arrange a few to join you for drinks."

Fu Ying forcefully suppressed her discomfort and squeezed out a smile, "Let’s talk next time."

Lu Xiaotian wanted to make some smooth-talk, but he held back.

It was their first meeting, and he needed to leave a good impression.

It wouldn’t hurt to wait until they knew each other better before making his move.

He had known about a female vice mayor in the city, but he had never met her before.

Had he known how beautiful this Vice Mayor was, he would have made his move sooner.

After the two left, Lu Xiaotian went home, grabbed his handbag, and left.

Mrs. Li caught up with him, "Xiaotian, are you not staying at home tonight?"

"No, I have a dinner to attend."

"Then drink less."

"Got it."

"Will you come over tomorrow?"

"No, I’m busy."

Lu Xiaotian, visibly impatient, didn’t look back as he got into his car and drove away.

Mrs. Li stood at the door, watching the tail lights of the car and sighed.

It had been almost a month since she last saw Lu Xiaotian.

If it weren’t for Zhang Meilin coming over tonight, she wouldn’t have seen him at all.

Thinking of how her grandson used to follow her around, constantly calling her "Grandma," Mrs. Li suddenly felt a bit sad.

Her grandson had grown up and no longer clung to her.

But regardless, she had to help him, as he was the only lineage they had left in the Lu family.

...

Monday.

At 9:30 AM, Song Guanchao found Secretary Sun.

"The high-speed rail project team is coming today, and I need to go over and cooperate."

Secretary Sun’s eyes flicked around, and he asked enthusiastically, "Do you need my help?"

"No need."

"Brother Song, don’t be polite with me, we’re the supervision team, and I can help if there are any problems."

Song Guanchao knew what he was aiming at.

He simply wanted to watch him struggle with Lu Xiaotian.

After politely declining, Song Guanchao went to meet with the high-speed rail project team.

After the teams met, Chief Engineer Jiang Renyuan said, "Let’s not delay, we’ll go inspect the rail line."

They got into the cars and headed straight to the high-speed rail section in Dujiang City.

Song Guanchao and He Songming shared one car, with He driving, and Song Guanchao sitting in the passenger seat. He sent a text to Li Zhijun: "We are on our way."

Li Zhijun quickly replied, "Received!"

Putting down his phone, He Songming asked, "Can this be resolved today?"

"It can if nothing unexpected happens."

"What if something does happen?"

"Mr. He, can’t you hope for the best for me?"

"I’d like to hope for the best, but I’ve dealt with those scoundrels before, they are outrageously bold."

He Songming said, "With Hou Wen toppled, these people are still surviving, which means there’s more than one Hou Wen behind the scenes."

Song Guanchao was quite surprised, "Mr. He, you understand politics too?"

He Songming quipped, "In a sense, I do; in another, I don’t."

"Now you’re getting philosophical," Song Guanchao chuckled.

Soon, the car arrived at Songlin Road, where from north to south, this entire area was part of the high-speed rail’s construction route.

Within this range, dozens of factories, big and small, were all included in this relocation project.

Due to the factories’ nature and remote location, coupled with Dujiang City’s relatively low housing prices, the relocation budget was not very high.

However, most of these factories had been taken over by Lu Xiaotian through various illegal means.

With his temperament, he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to demand a huge sum, or else the high-speed train construction wouldn’t proceed here.

The lead car stopped at the first factory at the entrance, and the temporary in-charge from the Housing and Construction Bureau and the leaders of the Land Administration Bureau led them into the factory.

Just as they set foot inside the gate, a series of loud car engines were heard from behind.

Turning around, they saw a row of Toyota Land Cruisers driving up and parking in a line outside the factory.

Lu Xiaotian stepped out of the leading vehicle, a thick cigar in his mouth and toad sunglasses on his face.

He took off his cigar, exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and a swarm of underlings quickly moved forward to block the gate.

He walked up, domineeringly saying, "Did you get my damn permission to fucking enter my factory?"

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