Official Career Storm
Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Chapter 590

In the interrogation room.

With handcuffs on, Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair, legs crossed.

He was in no hurry, humming a tune leisurely.

After about half an hour, a sequence of footsteps was heard outside, followed by Director Wang’s voice.

"Secretary Li, you’re here."

"Where’s the person?"

"In the interrogation room."

"Have you interrogated him?"

"No, we were waiting for you to do it personally."

Creak~

Director Wang pushed open the door and saw Song Guanchao with his legs propped up, humming a melody, and immediately frowned and glared, "Sit up properly!"

Song Guanchao ignored him, looking towards the man by his side.

The man appeared to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, around five feet ten inches tall, quite sturdy, and had a rather dignified look.

"You can leave."

Director Wang closed the door, and Li Zhuang came over to sit down, looking Song Guanchao up and down, he asked, "Where are you from?"

This was his first encounter with Song Guanchao, even though he had dealt with him before.

"Lingjiang."

"Why did you come to Huangni Village?"

"Just passing through."

Just passing through?

Li Zhuang thought he must be joking, "What do you do for a living?"

Song Guanchao flipped the question, "Are you a police officer?"

Li Zhuang replied, "I’m the Secretary of the Panlong Town Party Committee."

"Oh, so you’re not a police officer," Song Guanchao said. "If you’re not a police officer, why are you asking?"

Li Zhuang frowned but did not get angry.

He guessed the guy must be a reporter.

This exchange made him even more certain that the other party was indeed a reporter.

Ordinary people would be fearful when facing someone even Director Wang had to treat respectfully.

Only a member of the press would question if he were a police officer.

"You’re a reporter, aren’t you?"

"No."

"Heh," Li Zhuang took out a cigarette, offering one to him, "Kid, I know, you reporters always like big news. But there’s nothing newsworthy in our village."

Song Guanchao said, "Secretary Li, you’ve got the wrong idea. I was just passing by when I accidentally killed a chicken in the village, and got into a dispute with them."

Seeing that he wouldn’t tell the truth, Li Zhuang got rather impatient.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, "One hundred thousand yuan, take the money and leave. And don’t come back here again."

Song Guanchao repeated his earlier statement, "Secretary Li, I really am not a reporter..."

Li Zhuang suddenly glared at him intently, "Don’t be ungrateful. I’m running out of patience!"

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number, "Bring one hundred thousand yuan to the police station."

Before long, a young man dressed in black trousers and a white shirt came in, carrying a plastic bag.

The plastic bag contained one hundred thousand in cash.

Li Zhuang threw the bag on the table, "Take the money, I’m letting you go now. Don’t come back to Huangni Village."

Song Guanchao shook his head, "Secretary Li, I can’t take this money."

Li Zhuang completely lost his patience and stood up, "If you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, then rot in here for your next life."

After he left, Director Wang approached, "Secretary Li, how did it go?"

Li Zhuang said, "He went to the village to extort one hundred thousand from the villagers, and now we’ve caught him red-handed. Lock him up for now, and give him a good lesson."

Director Wang asked, "There are a few more accomplices we haven’t caught. Secretary Li, is that going to be a problem?"

Li Zhuang sneered, "If his accomplices dare to come back, we’ll catch them all."

"Get his fingerprints on the money and make up a confession."

Just a few reporters; he really didn’t take them seriously.

Even if things blew up, he wasn’t worried.

The money was right there in the interrogation room, and everyone in the village was his person. It didn’t matter who he called to take the confession.

Other places he couldn’t say, but in Panlong Town, he was the boss.

If he wanted to mess with someone, it was just a matter of saying the word.

In the interrogation room, Song Guanchao heard everything.

The judicial environment of the township, utterly terrible.

But an environment as bad as Panlong Town’s wasn’t that common.

He glanced at his wristwatch; it was about time for Liang Jianfeng to make his call.

"Creak~"

Director Wang pushed the door open, and two police officers followed him in.

Director Wang pointed at the money, "This is the money you robbed from Huangni Village."

"This belongs to that Secretary Li."

"I say this is the money you robbed, so it is the money you robbed. Your fingerprints are on it."

Mr. Song sneered coldly, too lazy to bother with him.

Director Wang ordered, "Pick up the money."

Mr. Song reached out, but he did not grab the money; instead, he picked up the cigarette Li Zhuang had left behind.

Even without a light, just having it in his mouth was satisfying enough.

Director Wang’s face turned dark, and he said sternly, "Goddamn city folks and their damned quirks, go on, loosen his skin for him."

Two police officers approached him from both sides, their fists cracking, pulling out batons from their waists, and swung down towards Mr. Song’s head.

"Smack!"

Mr. Song kicked one officer on the shin, and the officer fell forward. Mr. Song promptly snatched the baton and, without even looking, swung it back and hit the other officer on the forehead.

The two officers cried out in pain, one clutching his leg on the ground, the other squatting and holding his head, gasping from the agony.

Director Wang was stunned for two seconds: "Shit, you dare assault the police!"

While backing toward the door, he yelled loudly, "Everyone come here, over here!"

Suddenly, five more police officers poured out from outside.

Director Wang pointed towards the interrogation room, "This bastard assaulted the police, pin him down for me, I’m going to personally teach him a lesson today!"

The police officers charged into the interrogation room, and at the same time, Director Wang’s cell phone started ringing in his pocket.

He took it out, glanced at the caller ID, and immediately said, "Wait a moment."

The police officers looked at him, wondering why there was a pause in the beating.

"Be quiet, don’t talk."

Director Wang stepped outside with the phone and answered the call, "Director Liu, what do you need?"

"Wang Changwei, where are you?"

"I’m at the station."

"Has anything happened in town today?"

"Nothing at all, public order is as good as usual, very good."

"Are you sure?" Director Liu was skeptical.

He had just received a call from Director Liang of the city bureau, who said that the high-profile Mr. Song, the secretary from Lingjiang, had been arrested by the Panlong Town police station.

He was startled when he heard this news.

Who is this Mr. Song?

Don’t be fooled by his position; this man is highly influential!

Secretary Song to Secretary Wu of the City Committee, a big shot in the province, the rising star of tomorrow!

If anything were to happen to him in their An County, Director Liu knew he couldn’t bear the consequences.

Director Wang puzzled, nothing at all had really happened in the town: "Director Liu, nothing’s happened, I wouldn’t dare deceive you."

Judging by Wang Changwei’s words, he did not seem to be lying.

Director Liu was a bit confused, could Director Liang have made a mistake?

Just as he was about to hang up and call Director Liang for clarification, Wang Changwei suddenly remembered something, saying, "Oh right, there was an incident in Huangni Village."

Director Liu’s heart tightened, "What happened?"

"Some young people driving through the village ran over a chicken. A dispute over compensation with the villagers escalated, and the young people beat them up and even took a hundred thousand yuan."

"Then what?"

"The villagers reported it, and by the time I got there, the other young people had driven off, but one was surrounded by villagers and couldn’t escape."

"What’s that person’s name?"

"Name?" Wang Changwei was taken aback; he really didn’t know what the other party was called, he hadn’t even thought to ask, "I don’t know, I haven’t had the chance to ask yet."

"Go ask!"

Wang Changwei suddenly recalled the words Mr. Song had said when he was handcuffed, and a shiver went through him.

Could it be that Director Liu called specifically because of him?

"Director Liu, is this person a relative of yours?"

"Not a relative, stop asking nonsense questions and go find out what his name is! Don’t hang up!"

"Director Liu, give me a hint, what’s the big deal about this guy?"

He realized that this person’s influence was probably significant.

Director Liu got impatient, "How the hell should I know if you’ve caught the person I’m looking for! When I tell you to ask, just go ask!"

"Yes, yes, I’ll go ask right away."

He walked towards the interrogation room and saw Mr. Song calmly smoking surrounded by police officers; he became increasingly panicked.

The calmer Mr. Song was, the more panic he felt.

Although he didn’t know the man’s name, he was certain this had to be the person Director Liu was looking for!

Wang Changwei stood opposite him across the table, squeezing out a stiff smile, "What’s your honored surname?"

Mr. Song lifted his eyelids slightly and moved the cigarette on his lips.

Wang Changwei immediately pulled out a lighter and lit it for him.

Taking a puff, Mr. Song blew smoke in his face and said, "Song."

Wang Changwei pressed on, "What’s your full name, Mr. Song?"

"Song Guanchao."

Song... Song Guanchao!

Wang Changwei felt like his head had been hit by a dump truck, his body trembling violently.

Shit, he’s Song Guanchao!

The Song Guanchao from the Lingjiang Municipal Committee!

I’ve actually handcuffed the hottest rising star in the Lingjiang official circles!

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