Official Career Storm
Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53

"Beep beep!"

The driver behind was frantically honking the horn.

Damn it, the light’s green now, why aren’t we moving?

Did the driver in front die or something?

Wu Yun suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly pushed him away, saying in a soft voice, "Hurry up and drive."

Song Guanchao stepped on the gas, and the car shot through the intersection like an arrow leaving the bow, rounding the last bend and entering the City Committee Building’s parking lot.

Stepping out of the car, Wu Yun’s face still had a lingering blush.

The incident that had just occurred in the car made her feel somewhat embarrassed even now.

She had actually initiated a kiss with him.

He, he actually kissed me back!

That big jerk!

After entering the building, Wu Yun hummed softly and quickly walked away from him.

Song Guanchao sat on his chair, leisurely and content.

After work, he dropped Wu Qiangwei off at her apartment complex and before getting out of the car, he asked, "Are you going for a run tonight, Secretary?"

Wu Qiangwei grunted affirmatively and then got out of the car.

Song Guanchao parked the car and ate a bowl of noodles nearby.

Just after leaving the noodle shop, he suddenly received a call from Wu Qiangwei.

Was there a problem?

"Hello, Secretary?"

"Xiao Song, could you buy something and bring it to me?"

"What should I buy?"

"Buy, buy that."

For the first time, Song Guanchao heard a hint of shyness and embarrassment in her voice.

That was quite unusual.

But, Song Guanchao genuinely didn’t understand which "that" she was referring to.

"Secretary, what is ’that’?"

"It’s, it’s sanitary pads."

"Ah? Oh, okay, I got it."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao stood at the entrance of the noodle shop, still a bit stunned.

Was Wu Qiangwei’s period here?

Buying sanitary pads for the Secretary, geez, this was a rare opportunity indeed.

The leader trusting him with such a personal favor was a clear sign that she regarded him as one of her own.

Song Guanchao entered a nearby convenience store and intended to grab and go, but the dazzling array of pads, with all their different styles, overwhelmed him.

He wasn’t only a military elite who mastered a wide range of skills, but when it came to selecting sanitary pads, he was truly clueless.

Here was a blind spot for him.

Left with no choice, he called her again: "Secretary, which type should I get? There’s daily use, overnight use, and even panty liners..."

Discussing such matters over the phone with a grown man, Wu Qiangwei felt almost ready to implode with embarrassment.

She whispered, "Buy two packs of each."

"Which brand? The Space 7 or Sofy, or..."

"Any is fine," Wu Qiangwei just wanted to end the call as quickly as possible.

After hanging up, Wu Qiangwei sat on the toilet, looking at her lacy panties tainted with bloodstains on the side, and gently bit her lip.

She had called Song Guanchao because she had no other options.

Bai Ruyi had gone to Wu’an City for the past few days, and she was alone at home.

The only person she could truly trust was Song Guanchao.

About fifteen minutes later, Song Guanchao sent a message: "What’s the passcode?"

She quickly sent the passcode back, then heard the sound of the door opening from outside.

Footsteps approached, and Song Guanchao’s voice sounded: "Secretary, I’ve left it at the doorstep."

"Just open the door a crack and throw them in," Wu Qiangwei’s tone was calm, but one could still detect a shade of embarrassment in it.

Song Guanchao grunted in acknowledgment, pushed the door open a crack, and tossed in a bag full of pads.

Listening to the sounds inside, he couldn’t help but picture Wu Qiangwei’s figure in his mind.

He didn’t linger long and turned to walk into the kitchen.

Several minutes later, Wu Qiangwei came out the door.

She didn’t see Song Guanchao and thought he had left, but then she suddenly heard some noise coming from the kitchen.

Walking over to take a look, Song Guanchao was busying himself.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m making red sugar water." Song Guanchao didn’t even turn his head as he said, "Secretary, please go sit and rest for a while, it’ll be ready soon."

Wu Qiangwei frowned slightly, she wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but Song Guanchao had already made it.

The strange feeling inside her grew stronger.

With a silent sigh, she returned to the living room.

Moments later, Song Guanchao brought over a bowl of red sugar water, placed it on the coffee table, and said, "Secretary, drink it slowly, I’ll be leaving now. Oh, and since you’re not feeling well, don’t go running these next few days."

"Okay." Wu Qiangwei’s face was expressionless from beginning to end.

After Song Guanchao left, she picked up the red sugar water and sipped it slowly.

She was already 29 years old but still unmarried, and she hadn’t even been in a romantic relationship.

Suitors were never lacking around her, both during her school years and after she started working.

The men who showed interest were all very outstanding, but none met her requirements, nor did any make her heart flutter.

Looking at the red sugar water in her hands, her thoughts drifted, and the image of Song Guanchao appeared in her mind.

Shaking her head, she tried not to think about it.

...

The next morning, just as Song Guanchao had arrived at the City Committee, he suddenly received a call from Sun Mingliang.

"Mr. Song, there’s been an incident!"

Half an hour later, Song Guanchao walked into the conference room.

Besides him, the other members of the guidance group were all present, as well as the executives from various company departments.

He glanced around, seeing the schadenfreude on the faces of He Yong, Zhang Kai, and Tian Xue.

He sat down and asked, "Chairman Sun, what’s happened?"

Sun Mingliang simply and swiftly explained the situation.

Half a year ago, when Li Fuhai was still in office, in order to make a political achievement, he pulled together several local enterprises with plans to organize a charity concert in Lingjiang City.

Eventually, Chengda Company took on this task and decided to hold an open-air concert outside Chengda Mall in Wanjiang Commercial Street of Lingbei District.

Wanjiang Commercial Street was the busiest and most populous commercial street in Lingbei District.

Nearby were four large-scale commercial complexes, with Chengda Mall among them.

Chengda Mall had very high demands for its tenants, and almost all the stores inside were international top-tier brands.

So, all the rich people in Lingjiang City liked to flock there.

Li Fuhai had a close relationship with the chairman of Chengda Company, and with such a request from the Vice Mayor, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.

For them, paying a few singers to sing a few songs was nothing in terms of money.

But the promotion effect and brand prestige it could create were beyond the value of the money spent.

If the concert went well, Chengda Company even decided to hold one every year from now on.

The company had originally set the concert date for this weekend.

The singers had been contacted long ago, contracts signed, and the deposits paid.

But who could have expected that the Chengda chairman and a group of executives would suddenly be arrested.

Naturally, there was no one left to take responsibility for this affair.

It wasn’t until Sun Mingliang received a notification from the marketing department, saying that one of the singers had called asking when they would transfer the final payment, that he remembered this matter.

Song Guanchao asked, "How much is the balance?"

Sun Mingliang said, "Twenty million."

"How much?" Song Guanchao was stunned. Were the performance fees for singers already so outrageous these days?

Zhang Kai said sarcastically, "Chengda invited 21 singers, which averages out to less than a million each. Is that expensive? Master Song, you really don’t know much about the entertainment industry."

Song Guanchao had no time to deal with him, only lamenting to himself how ruthlessly the entertainment industry made money.

Singing a few songs could earn millions; no wonder there were so many internet celebrities these days.

This money was just too easy to make.

"How much money is left in the company’s account?"

"Just over a million."

"Where’s the money?"

Song Guanchao was bewildered again. They had just borrowed a hundred million, and had fifty million unfrozen in the account.

Subtracting the payroll, there should be at least half left. How could there only be so little now?

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