Official Career Storm
Chapter 664

Chapter 664: Chapter 664

Song Guanchao couldn’t handle her enchanting gaze any longer. To stop her from continuing to indulge, he reached out, flipped her over, and picked her up.

Fu Ying leaned against the wall, cooperatively sticking out her butt.

The next second, she was completely filled.

Her body, having been restrained for so long, suddenly found satisfaction.

"Ah, ah~"

She grabbed Song Guanchao’s hand, sucking on his fingers, releasing temptation to the extreme.

In just over ten minutes, Song Guanchao completely surrendered.

Fu Ying’s body jerked, her spasming abdomen also ceased its convulsions.

Song Guanchao carried her to the bed.

After lying down for less than two minutes, under Fu Ying’s teasing, he once again sprang to life.

This time, it wasn’t until Zhang Meilin sent a message that the battle ended.

"Can you still go out?" Song Guanchao asked, patting her butt.

Fu Ying clamped her legs tightly: "I want more when you get back."

Song Guanchao chuckled: "Can you handle it?"

Fu Ying leaned back: "I’m just afraid you can’t handle it."

She sat up, released Xiao Song from underneath her, and grabbed her clothes to put on.

Ten minutes later, the three of them gathered in the lobby downstairs.

Zhang Meilin couldn’t help but glance at Fu Ying, "You look well-rested."

Fu Ying, expressionless, said, "Just took a little nap."

"Shall we go?"

It was the evening rush hour, but they set off nearly an hour early, so even with traffic, they would arrive on time.

First, they ate something outside to fill their stomachs.

At 6:50, they arrived at the hotel.

An entire floor of the hotel was reserved, with a huge parking lot filled with millionaire cars.

Luxury cars worth millions, and even tens of millions, were not uncommon.

Though all three wore formal attire, seeing those men and women in evening gowns, they still felt somewhat out of place.

They headed towards the banquet hall, and Zhang Meilin softly said, "The level of this charity dinner is ridiculously high; I just saw the former richest man."

As they neared the entrance, Song Guanchao said, "Wait a moment before going in."

"What’s the matter?"

"We need invitation cards."

Zhang Meilin looked up, seeing personnel at the entrance specifically checking invitation cards.

Those often seen in news and newspapers, the social elites, naturally did not need to be checked.

But for small, obscure roles like them, if nobody led them in, they certainly wouldn’t get in.

Fortunately, Lin Wanqiu had arrived earlier and was nearby.

She walked over to the three and said, "Let’s go in."

Lin Wanqiu had specially changed into black flowing trousers, paired with a black silk dress shirt, and wore long, thin high-heeled shoes.

Her smooth long hair was evenly draped over her shoulders.

Her seemingly simple attire highlighted her elegant and intellectual aura.

Upon entering the banquet hall, the soothing background music blended with the buzzing human voices.

The attendees—celebrities and high-ranking officials—held champagne glasses, standing in small groups, discussing various high-end topics.

Many top-tier celebrities from the entertainment industry were also present.

But in this setting, those celebrities were merely there to add color.

They held their wine glasses, humbly clinking glasses and smiling with each seemingly distinguished person.

"Wanqiu."

A man around thirty, with handsome features, walked over, his gentle smile sweeping across Song Guanchao and the others: "Who are they?"

Lin Wanqiu introduced: "This is Zhang Meilin, the Dujiang City Secretary, this is Fu Ying, and this is Secretary Song from the Lingjiang City Committee."

Then she introduced the man: "Zhang Shian, Yanjing Development and Reform Commission Planning Department Head."

"Secretary Zhang." Zhang Shian shook hands with the three, appearing enthusiastic, but they could sense it was only superficial.

In Yanjing, a head of a county-level city is not considered significant.

Though he was merely a small department head, not all department heads were equal.

For county-level or prefecture-level city department heads, they hold some minor power and make small fortunes.

In the capital, at the Development and Reform Commission, and especially in a department like the Planning Department, a real power department head’s rank is comparable to that of Song Guanchao’s.

Yet, his connections were beyond what Zhang Meilin could match.

The Planning Department, officially the Development Strategy and Planning Department, mainly studies and proposes major development strategies, economic structure adjustment policies, and significant project layout suggestions.

In other words, Zhang Shian’s work could impact a city’s short-term development direction for the next three to five years.

Countless listed companies within the country racked their brains trying to connect with this department.

Even gaining a tiny bit of information from the Planning Department might give them a head start in the next three to five years.

In contrast, Zhang Meilin, the head of a county-level city, had his authority radiating only within Dujiang City.

Only companies investing in Dujiang City were affected.

Anyone familiar with the political arena knows which role is higher or lower.

So, it’s understandable that Zhang Shian looked down on these local officers.

Him greeting them was merely because of Lin Wanqiu.

After chatting for a bit, Zhang Shian used an excuse to leave.

Lin Wanqiu couldn’t hover around them all the time; she provided a platform, and the rest was up to them.

Zhang Meilin was an ambitious person, holding a champagne glass, and went to engage with anyone he found alone.

Fu Ying, co-administrating Dujiang City with him, couldn’t let him fight alone, so she followed.

Song Guanchao had no interest in such occasions.

Zhang Meilin needed to build connections in case they were useful someday.

He didn’t need to.

He was just a secretary.

To forge iron, one must be strong.

Besides, his primary concern now was fulfilling Wu Qiangwei’s assignments without worrying about other matters.

Knowing the Mayor of Yanjing wouldn’t do him any good.

What could he offer in exchange?

In fact, he did know the Mayor of Yanjing.

Song Guanchao took two plates of snacks, found a chair, and sat down to eat and drink.

The charity dinner formally began soon, with the host conducting a charity auction on stage.

A group of tycoons cooperatively raised their paddles.

Song Guanchao even saw a tycoon slipping his hand into the dress of a popular actress seen frequently on screens.

The charity auction concluded quickly, with some big shots leaving promptly.

Song Guanchao noticed that after those big shots left, many celebrities followed closely behind.

The grand banquet still had many attendees, but the truly heavyweight figures had already departed, leaving only those of similar status to mingle.

"Secretary Song?"

An astonished voice made Song Guanchao look over.

Big wavy hair, fiery red lips, and a fishtail gown wrapping around a plump, round behind.

It was Xu Zi from the Ministry of Propaganda.

"Miss Xu." Song Guanchao smiled.

Xu Zi came over, somewhat surprised that he was there too.

She smiled, "Secretary Song alone?"

"They’re all here." Song Guanchao said, "Thanks to Miss Lin, I was able to join and have a drink."

Xu Zi covered her mouth and lightly laughed, "Secretary Song, you’re so witty; you must be quite interesting in life."

She sat next to Song Guanchao, and when she crossed her legs, her calf lightly brushed against Song Guanchao’s thigh, seemingly unintentionally.

"I watched the Nanjiang Province report conference yesterday morning, Secretary Song, you’re impressive, saving so many lives."

Xu Zi gazed at him, her eyes shimmering with utmost ambiguity.

Xu Zi flicked her hair, saying, "It’s a bit stuffy here, Secretary Song, could you accompany me to the bathroom?"

He knew this woman was flirty but didn’t expect her to be so bold.

He was just a secretary; did he really warrant such strong advances?

Or was she simply eager, looking for a hookup?

With such a public figure, Song Guanchao dared not get involved.

Who knew if there were any risks?

As he was thinking of finding an excuse to refuse, his phone suddenly rang.

"I’ll take this call."

He grabbed his phone: "Hello..."

"Hello, Mr. Song. I’m Feng Rui; the boss asked me to come to pick you up."

"Come over; I’ll send you the address."

Upon putting down the phone, Xu Zi was just about to continue her tease when his phone rang again.

The call was from Jia Peinan of the Ministry of Public Security.

Seeing the call, Song Guanchao gritted his teeth: "Hello, Mr. Jia..."

"You came to Yanjing without telling me? Where are you?"

"At a dinner... alright, come by."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao barely had time to catch his breath when suddenly, a crisp slap sound echoed not far away.

This slap was so clear; even from a distance, Song Guanchao could hear it.

Everyone turned to look, and Song Guanchao followed the sound.

He saw Zhang Meilin standing in front of several men, his head tilted to the side, with five clear finger marks on his face.

Seeing this, Song Guanchao’s expression suddenly darkened.

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