Official Career Storm

Chapter 1739: Chapter 1739

"My second uncle... Jiang Zhengdong?"

Qu Xiangru didn’t quite understand what he meant, there was a clear tone of doubt in her voice.

Song Guanchao gave a slight acknowledgment and informed her about the collaboration with the Jiang family. Qu Xiangru was extremely surprised, not expecting the Jiang family to privately reach a collaboration with Song Guanchao.

Although the Jiang family was her father’s family, except for major holidays like New Year’s, they rarely kept in touch.

Whenever the Jiang family needed help in the official domain, she never paid attention.

Over time, her relationship with the Jiang family became increasingly distant.

"Your second uncle is not a bad person. Having him in charge is beneficial for both you and me," Song Guanchao candidly shared his thoughts.

Qu Xiangru sneered, "It must be Yiren who mediated, right?"

Song Guanchao was flabbergasted; this woman’s jealousy seemed to come out of nowhere.

"You... beep beep..."

Just as he started, Qu Xiangru had already hung up the phone.

Song Guanchao sighed and was about to call back, but Qu Xiangru called him again.

He was a bit dumbfounded, unsure what Qu Xiangru was trying to do, but he answered the call immediately.

"I..."

"You handled the pollution issue quite poorly."

"What?"

"Some people in the province are quite dissatisfied with you and Wu Qiangwei. In the future, you should let me know before taking actions. You are at least a vice-director level now; don’t be so rash."

Song Guanchao dismissed it carelessly, "Dissatisfaction is just that, I don’t care."

Qu Xiangru, unusually patient, spoke sincerely, "If you want to keep advancing and go far, you need to be more stable and keep a low profile. Don’t assume that with Governor Lu backing you, you can act fearlessly. Many things cannot be decided by Governor Lu alone."

Song Guanchao intended to continue acting nonchalant, but hearing Qu Xiangru’s genuine concern, he acknowledged, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

"Knowing is best."

Ending the call, Song Guanchao furrowed his brows for a second but then relaxed.

He truly didn’t care how the higher-ups viewed him, but Qu Xiangru’s concerns were indeed valid.

If he were just a minor staff member, it would only take a word from one or two people to decide his promotion.

But being at the vice-director level, each step upward was laden with challenges and massive resistance.

Positions of real power are limited, like a square peg in a round hole.

To secure one, it depends both on the weight of your backer and your personal connections.

Capability, ironically, isn’t the top priority.

When it comes to achievements, Song Guanchao could look down upon the entire City Committee and Municipal Government, asking "Who else is there?"

In terms of backers, he has Wu Qiangwei and Liang Jianfeng in the city, and Qu Xiangru and Lu Zhizhong at the provincial level.

The only disadvantage is personal connections.

It’s not that he doesn’t have any, but that his abilities are too strong and his methods too aggressive, offending too many people.

Ordinary citizens like having someone like him in office because he genuinely gets things done.

But those within the system, are extremely opposed, even loathing and fearing such a person becoming a leader.

A leader who doesn’t allow for any slack just makes subordinates anxious, fearing that any mistake might be seized upon.

No one wants to work with such a person.

Song Guanchao wasn’t bothered psychologically and didn’t give this matter much thought.

As he said to Qu Xiangru, he didn’t care.

The reason he didn’t care wasn’t that he had connections in Beijing, but because he understood one fundamental truth: where there’s darkness, there’s light.

In politics, there are people like Sun Jiajun, who flatter their superiors and are condescending to their subordinates. There are also people like Zhou Zheng, who are rule-abiding, cautious, and occasionally accept some benefits. And then there are authoritarian leaders who exploit power for personal gain and engage in power-brokering.

But the political sphere is not solely a breeding ground for such officials; there must also be room for people like Song Guanchao, who are incorruptible yet domineering.

Even if there is no such space, leaders above will find ways to nurture and uncover it.

Politics is the art of balance; where there is darkness, there must also be light.

Qu Xiangru only worried about him, entirely overlooking this fundamental rule.

Therefore, Song Guanchao needn’t be concerned about which provincial leader disliked him or said any words of criticism.

Because he understood better than anyone, where there are those who criticize him, there are surely those who appreciate him.

Moreover, the province isn’t a harmonious whole; who knows whether the criticizing leader is genuinely criticizing him, or using it as a pretext to show other leaders in a bad light?

Therefore, there’s no need to overthink or dwell on it.

...

Shi Qin left Wu Qiangwei’s office, having lost all appetite.

The task of liaising with entrepreneurs was handed to her.

She wasn’t foolish; she clearly saw how challenging this task actually was.

Those entrepreneurs weren’t docile little rabbits; they wouldn’t obediently come to meetings just because they were summoned.

Since their enterprises were being investigated, they would undoubtedly find ways to delay and save themselves, not obediently cooperate with the City Committee and Municipal Government’s work.

But she couldn’t outright refuse; the secretarial department serves directly under the mayor and vice mayor. Completing the task was one thing; the attitude had to be correct first.

She returned to the office, glanced at Jiang Yiren’s workstation; the seat was empty, she must have gone to eat.

Her first instinct was to pass this difficult task to Jiang Yiren.

But as soon as the thought arose, she squashed it.

Jiang Yiren was one of Song Guanchao’s people, and Song Guanchao belonged to Wu Qiangwei.

If she dared to pull such a stunt and it got back to Wu Qiangwei, she wouldn’t have a future in the City Government.

She was fully aware that the only reason she was still stable was not because Song Guanchao didn’t want to deal with her, but because he hadn’t caught her slipping up.

At this juncture, if she dared to evade responsibility, it would be like handing a knife to Song Guanchao.

"Despicable!"

Shi Qin cursed angrily and grabbed her phone, heading out.

She went to Sun Jiajun’s office just as the secretary returned with lunch.

"Director Shi..."

"Give me the food," Shi Qin said without a word, taking the food from his hands and turning into the office, leaving Ma Hongyuan bewildered.

Hearing the door open, Sun Jiajun looked up and was surprised to see Shi Qin.

"Mayor Sun, let’s eat," Shi Qin smiled charmingly, even her motions of opening the lunch box were carefully designed, each move exuding physiological allure.

Sun Jiajun accepted the chopsticks, took the rice, and casually asked, "What’s the matter?"

Shi Qin was the first person to approach him after he assumed office in Jiangzhou and the first woman to climb into his bed.

She was perfect in every way, except her position was too low, providing him very limited help.

But as a lover to ease his loneliness, she was qualified.

As she poured tea, Shi Qin said, "Mayor Wu asked me to contact those entrepreneurs."

Sun Jiajun understood immediately, without responding right away. Shi Qin didn’t urge him either.

She didn’t expect Sun Jiajun to offer any useful advice or help; she simply wanted him to be aware of this situation.

If those entrepreneurs didn’t cooperate and Wu Qiangwei criticized her, he could say something on her behalf, giving her a way out.

"Don’t contact them."

Sun Jiajun took a sip of tea and said.

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