Official Career Storm
Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Wu Yun spoke with a strong tone, identifying herself straightforwardly.

Yang Yongqiang let out a sneer, "Next time I dine with Secretary Wang, I should really ask whether all Disciplinary Committee members, when facing leaders, have this kind of attitude."

Song Guanchao had come to see that this fatso was used to being a leader and didn’t contain himself a bit, even though he knew the two were Secretary Wu’s driver and Disciplinary Committee personnel.

To deal with such a person, conventional methods wouldn’t work; you had to employ drastic measures!

He already had a plan in his mind.

"Deputy Director Yang, let’s meet tomorrow."

Song Guanchao chuckled, stood up, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, and while they were not paying attention, grabbed his phone, which he had placed there earlier for recording. Then he turned and walked out, "Xiao Wu, let’s go."

Wu Yun glared venomously at Yang Yongqiang and followed.

"So disrespectful!" Yang Yongqiang grunted angrily.

After the two left, Miss Xu expressed some concern, "Director Yang, about those two..."

"It’s fine," Yang Yongqiang waved his hand, "They’re just small fries. Normally, they wouldn’t even qualify to see me. Wait until the investigation team withdraws, then I’ll deal with them properly."

This evening’s event had left Yang Yongqiang very displeased.

It had been a long time since he had been this irritated, especially by a driver and a minor clerk.

He found it absurd.

He couldn’t fathom where they got the confidence to talk to him with that tone and attitude.

It was just that he wasn’t familiar with the Disciplinary Committee; otherwise, a phone call could let her understand the cruelty of political struggles in minutes.

But that girl just now, she really was stunning, with a very enticing figure.

Then he looked at Jiang Qi beside him, her face sweet but her figure underdeveloped, and suddenly Yang Yongqiang lost interest.

...

"Song Guanchao, what do we do next?" Wu Yun fumed.

Song Guanchao opened the video he had just recorded and tossed the phone to her.

After watching it, Wu Yun’s mouth slightly gaped, "You recorded it?"

Her eyes sparkled as she asked, "Are you going to release the video?"

"No hurry."

His goal was to ensure the concert proceeded smoothly. Personal grievances could wait.

As a public official and a member of the organizing group, personal interests always came second, and he must not act impulsively.

Despite seeming impulsive, Song Guanchao seldom let his emotions steer his actions.

The years he spent in the military had long since changed him from the impetuous youth he once was.

They grabbed a casual bite nearby, and Song Guanchao then drove her home.

"Where do you live? I’ll drop you off."

"Ziyun West Road... just drop me at the intersection is fine," she stammered.

Song Guanchao searched his memory, Ziyun West Road; if he remembered correctly, the Political and Legal Committee complex was located there.

Her parents were leaders in the legal and political system?

As the car arrived at the intersection of Ziyun West Road, Wu Yun hopped out, stood by the road, and said cutely, "You should head back."

"Okay, goodbye."

Song Guanchao arrived at the police station entrance to pick up Liang Jiajia who had just finished her shift.

This girl almost always had to work overtime until late into the night, and on top of that, the two would tussle for a while every evening.

Despite this, she was still able to get up for work the next day, go out for field work, and work extra hours.

Any other woman would’ve been worn out within three days.

Song Guanchao would sometimes refrain from touching her because he was worried she would get too tired, but ever since their first time, she had developed a taste for it, with a desire so intense that it surprised Song Guanchao.

This girl’s body was truly incredible, resilient and eager.

She just had some trouble adapting to new positions.

The two sat down at a barbecue stall, and while eating, Liang Jiajia shared the events of her day with him. Song Guanchao played the role of a capable listener, occasionally voicing his opinion or complimenting her.

A few simple words could make her happy for a long time.

She truly was a girl easy to satisfy.

Binhe Hotel.

The corpulent Yang Yongqiang lay on the bed, with his flaccid member limply tilting between his legs.

Jiang Qi stood by the bed, dressing neatly, and after donning a mask and a cap to cover her face, she said, "Director Yang, I’m leaving now. Make sure to arrange the concert properly for them, okay?"

"Don’t worry, there’s nothing in Lingjiang I can’t handle."

"Okay then, I’m off now."

After Jiang Qi left, Yang Yongqiang grabbed his phone and made a call.

"Hello, Director He, haha, I heard you’re now the deputy leader of the steering group? Congratulations, congratulations. By the way, how’s your relationship with Secretary Wu? I’d like to arrange a meeting with her, yes, right now."

After hanging up, Yang Yongqiang sat up, hammering his sore back.

Jiang Qi, this girl, although not particularly well-developed, was exceptionally skilled, making him surrender in no time at all.

Getting old, there was no fighting it.

Half an hour later, at a restaurant.

Tian Xue got out of the taxi, and He Yong came to meet her: "Xiao Xue, I’m so sorry to call you out so late."

"Director He, why is Director Yang suddenly looking for me?"

Tian Xue had just bathed and was preparing to sleep when she received the call.

Knowing that the second in command of the Cultural Bureau was inviting her for a late-night meal made her both excited and nervous.

It hadn’t even been half a month since she joined the City Committee, and she was already interacting with so many senior leaders—something she wouldn’t have dared to imagine before.

With a mysterious air, He Yong said, "Director Yang has heard about your situation and has invited you tonight to help secure your position as secretary!"

"Really?" Tian Xue’s heart leapt with joy.

"Of course it’s true. Let’s go in quickly, we shouldn’t keep Director Yang waiting."

"Okay."

Tian Xue was filled with anticipation and nervousness, along with some doubts.

Yang Yongqiang was the second in command of the Cultural Bureau; what could he do to help me?

Could it be that he had connections within the City Committee?

Upon entering the private room of the restaurant, Yang Yongqiang immediately stood up, reaching out his hand as he came over: "Secretary Tian, I’ve heard so much about you!"

A flash of amazement crossed Yang Yongqiang’s eyes; this Secretary Tian was quite attractive and had a fantastic figure.

Much better than that little singer.

"Hello, Director Yang." Tian Xue, still not quite used to the identity of being a major secretary of the City Committee, was somewhat reserved.

"Come, Secretary Tian, let’s sit and talk."

After sitting down, Yang Yongqiang simply explained the matter at hand.

"This Xiao Song has mediocre abilities but an extraordinarily big temper."

"I heard he’s Secretary Wu’s driver?"

"That’s right."

"A driver, appointed by Secretary Wu to the steering group, seems like he really wants to push you out and take over your nest, doesn’t it?"

"This Xiao Song, he’s quite ambitious!"

Yang Yongqiang lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke, and said, "I’ve heard about the Chengda Company affair; he helped them solve a batch of loans, temporarily easing the company’s financial pressure. Secretary Tian, this is quite detrimental to you."

Tian Xue knew he was trying to help her, so she directly asked, "Director Yang, can you help me?"

"Of course, I can!" Yang Yongqiang said, "I invited Secretary Tian here to give you a big gift!"

Tian Xue’s heartbeat quickened; she realized that Director Yang might truly be able to help her secure her position.

The changes in Tian Xue’s expression did not escape Yang Yongqiang’s eyes.

The young lady obviously had little worldly experience, and now she faced the upheaval of a job transfer.

If he helped her, it would be like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

Yang Yongqiang didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "That Mr. Song dealt with Chengda Company’s finances, and if he manages the day after tomorrow’s concert, the steering group will become his solo show. Therefore, this concert must be handled by you, Secretary Tian!"

"How can I handle it?" Tian Xue was aware that Song Guanchao had already arranged for the reluctant singers to come.

Yang Yongqiang flicked the cigarette ash as he said, "This concert, it can’t go on."

Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m fre𝒆webnov(e)l.com