Official Career Storm
Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Chapter 628

Mayor Zheng is treating people to dinner?

Song Guanchao almost laughed out loud. What virtue or ability could make the mayor deign to play host.

It goes without saying that this meal offered by Zheng Bihui was aimed at reconciliation.

"I’ll be a bit late on my side."

"Mm, tell me when you’re done."

Over there, the two old ladies who were clamoring about jumping off a building had also come down, a crowd gathered together.

About ten minutes later, a man around forty years old approached.

The man’s eyes were a bit shifty, but it was clear he was trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.

"President Song, is it?"

"I’m the secretary, just call me Secretary Song."

Song Guanchao asked with a smile, "May I ask your surname?"

"Xu Hai."

"Mr. Xu, are you a representative of Three Lanes?"

"Yes."

"What are your demands?"

"Our demand is that the relocation price has to be raised."

"To how much?"

"8,000 per square meter!"

Song Guanchao kept the smile on his face while inwardly cursing him to the heavens.

This damned price had gone up by three thousand in just a short while.

Beside him, He Songming’s eyes were also rolling skyward.

They dare to ask for so much.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, in addition to that, each person should receive one set of resettlement housing."

"Each person?"

"Yes, each one! Like my family of six people, so we should be compensated with six sets!"

"Anything more?"

"Not for now, we’ll tell you when we think of anything else."

Song Guanchao nodded and responded with a faint smile, "I understand. I will report this to the city."

Xu Hai asked, "Secretary Song, how long will it take to get a response?"

"Tomorrow."

"Alright, we’ll wait for your response tomorrow."

Xu Hai smiled contentedly, thinking that Secretary Song was quite efficient.

After Xu Hai left, He Songming asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"No rush. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I have a dinner to attend in a bit, so I’m leaving first."

He called Wu Qiangwei to let her know he was finished on his side.

Wu Qiangwei asked him to come back to the City Committee first.

When he returned to the City Committee, Wu Qiangwei came down and said, "Take me home first."

When they arrived back at the complex, Song Guanchao saw a familiar figure.

Just as Wu Qiangwei got out of the car, that pretty boy pretended to pass by.

"Miss Wu, what a coincidence, just leaving work?" Feng Sheng’s smile was very charming.

"Mm," Wu Qiangwei smiled and said, "I have some business to attend to."

With that, she went upstairs.

Song Guanchao sat in the car, squinting his eyes.

He had been busy recently and had wanted to find time to deal with this guy, but never had the chance.

This pretty boy, always forgetting past beatings.

It looked like he hadn’t been beaten hard enough last time.

He pulled out his phone and called Lu Feng: "Madman, remember that pretty boy from the Yunhai Club?"

"What’s up?"

"This guy’s out of the hospital now. Send someone to follow him, find out which woman he’s been sneaking around with lately."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Twenty minutes later, Wu Qiangwei came down in casual clothes.

As soon as she got in the car, Song Guanchao couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Wu Qiangwei noticed that he was becoming increasingly brazen.

It was still a bit better during work hours, but after work, there was absolutely no restraint.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the secretary."

Wu Qiangwei’s heart fluttered, yet she maintained her composure: "Looking every day, is it still not enough?"

"Can’t get enough."

"Can’t get enough? Tattoo it on."

"???" Song Guanchao was baffled, since when was the Secretary such a sharp-tongued man?

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a private restaurant.

When the two entered the private room, only Zheng Bihui was there.

Song Guanchao thought he would call Li Jun along, but it turned out to be just him?

"Mayor Zheng."

In front of Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao acted very politely.

"Come, have a seat."

Zheng Bihui smiled and welcomed them.

As dishes were served, Zheng Bihui opened a bottle of wine, and Wu Qiangwei didn’t refuse.

Song Guanchao said, "I have to drive the Secretary later, so I won’t drink."

His tone was polite, but directly refusing a Mayor still displeased Zheng Bihui.

"We can get a designated driver, come on, have a little."

He grabbed the wine and directly walked to Song Guanchao’s side.

Song Guanchao suddenly said, "Secretary, it seems like you left your phone in the car."

Wu Qiangwei paused, knowing he wanted to send her away.

Zheng Bihui also realized it, a senseless panic in his heart.

This guy, he wouldn’t resort to violence, would he?

"I’ll go check." Wu Qiangwei got up and left the private room.

The door to the private room closed, and Song Guanchao tapped on his wine glass with his fingers: "Pour the wine."

His commanding tone, as if he were the Mayor and Zheng Bihui was a mere waiter.

Zheng Bihui didn’t dare to get angry.

There were only the two of them here, and Zheng Bihui had experienced how ruthless Song Guanchao could be.

"Hehe, young people should indeed drink some wine."

Zheng Bihui forced a chuckle, poured the wine, turned to leave, but then heard Song Guanchao say, "Have a drink."

He froze, and Song Guanchao nodded at the wine glass: "Mayor Zheng likes drinking so much, come on, drink it."

Zheng Bihui’s expression was quite something, full of anger, impulse, restraint, and fear.

"Hehe, let’s drink together in a bit."

Song Guanchao leaned back slightly, silent, just watching him with an expressionless face and ice-cold eyes.

His gaze made Zheng Bihui’s heartbeat involuntarily speed up.

He really wanted to stand up to Song Guanchao, to scold him.

But the words reached his lips, and he didn’t dare speak them out loud.

After all, it was just the two of them in the private room.

He didn’t know what consequences he would face if he refused.

He had no choice but to force another smile, pretending to be generous he lifted the wine glass and said, "Secretary Song, how did you know I’m fond of good wine? This first glass, I shall savor it."

He drained it in one gulp.

Zheng Bihui put down the wine glass, returned to his seat.

But Song Guanchao suddenly stood up and walked towards him, causing Zheng Bihui’s heart to race with fear.

"Heard you went to the province today, Mayor Zheng?"

"Secretary Song, that’s not very convenient for me to discuss with you."

"It wouldn’t be that you went to report me, would it?"

"Hehe, just a joke."

Song Guanchao patted his shoulder, casually picked up a steak knife from the table, and moved behind him.

The cold steak knife silently pressed against Mayor Zheng’s neck, causing his hairs to stand on end.

"Mayor Zheng, there’s something I want to ask you."

"You, go ahead." Mayor Zheng didn’t dare move.

"The residents of Three Lanes suddenly jacked up their price, and it just so happens during the days I’ve been away. What do you think, a coincidence?"

"It is quite coincidental..."

"A coincidence? Hehe, I thought Mayor Zheng was playing tricks behind my back."

"No no, I would never do such a thing."

Zheng Bihui was regretting now; he should’ve brought Li Jun along tonight.

The reason he didn’t was because he knew Li Jun was someone else’s plant at his side.

"Hehe, so it wasn’t Mayor Zheng, seems I thought too much."

Song Guanchao walked back, put down the steak knife.

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei also pushed the door and came in.

She noticed Mayor Zheng was very nervous, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

She was a bit curious what Song Guanchao had done while she was gone?

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