Official Career Storm

Chapter 1788: Chapter 1788

Zhou Xingjian’s suggestion was quite appropriate. Wu Qiangwei has only gained a slight advantage, and several Vice Mayors are currently on her side, barely giving her decisive influence in the City Government.

At this point, it is indeed unwise to offend Director Zhou for a Deputy County Magistrate with whom she has hardly interacted.

"I’m just asking about the situation, Mayor Wu is going to Gaoshui County for inspection in a couple of days, just trying to understand beforehand." Song Guanchao said, "Besides, I have no past grievances nor recent grudges with County Magistrate Cao, so I won’t seek trouble with him."

Zhou Xingjian nodded, saying nothing more.

Close to leaving work, Zhou Xingjian returned, having already coordinated with several Vice Mayors, everyone had time.

The dinner venue was decided, right near the City Government.

After work, Song Guanchao packed his things and, just as he stepped out, saw Jiang Yiren walking towards the office.

Seeing him, Jiang Yiren quickened her pace: "Are you going straight to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, what’s up?"

"Let’s go together."

Song Guanchao thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let’s go together."

He actually didn’t want to get too close to Jiang Yiren, last time he took her to Pinghai City, Wu Qiangwei got quite upset upon knowing.

Now, his relationship with Wu Qiangwei is thriving, and he’s intentionally avoiding privately contacting Jiang Yiren.

But refusing her directly seemed somewhat hurtful.

Just hoping Wu Qiangwei wouldn’t notice.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant.

They were early; the private room was empty.

Song Guanchao started ordering dishes, and after he finished, Zhou Xingjian arrived.

Then other department directors gradually entered.

These department directors have complex backgrounds, and it’s actually hard to determine whose people they are.

Some were casually promoted by previous leaders, but during Zhou Zheng’s tenure as Mayor, they had shown goodwill.

So it’s hard to judge whether they count as Zhou Zheng’s people.

Song Guanchao doesn’t really care about this, as long as they cooperate in work and don’t hinder Wu Qiangwei, it doesn’t matter whose people they are.

But there’s one person with a serious issue, Shi Qin.

This woman was personally promoted by Zhou Zheng. They also have a romantic relationship, and most importantly, she once placed surveillance in Song Guanchao’s office.

Song Guanchao has always wanted to find a chance to get rid of her, but as time went by, he dismissed the idea.

Personnel changes in the City Government are too frequent, which is not good for Wu Qiangwei.

So, best to leave it alone for now, unless she later behaves and keeps quiet, then Song Guanchao might not bother with her.

At seven thirty, everyone had gathered.

The atmosphere at the table was quite good, everybody was chatting and laughing, even Sun Jiajun was all smiles, despite his previous strong opposition to Wu Qiangwei in the district issues.

"Mayor Wu, I toast to you." Sun Jiajun raised his glass and said publicly, "Regarding the shutdown and reorganization, I had some disputes with Mayor Wu. But my concern is with the issues, not the person. If I’ve offended Mayor Wu in any way, I hope Mayor Wu won’t mind."

His words instantly silenced the dinner table.

Though he appeared to be reconciling, his words seemed rather tactless.

Song Guanchao smiled at him, Sun Jiajun was craftier than he imagined.

To Zhou Xingjian and others, Sun Jiajun’s words seemed lacking in tact.

But this was precisely Sun Jiajun’s intention.

He wanted others to see him as tactless.

A person with negative tact often appears harmless.

Being deemed harmless naturally avoids targeting.

He used this method to reduce Wu Qiangwei’s hostility towards him.

"Mayor Sun, no need to dwell on these things." Wu Qiangwei smiled, raised her glass, and drank.

With her remark, Sun Jiajun visibly relaxed, evidently also putting on a show for Wu Qiangwei.

After the dinner, Song Guanchao waited at the door for his hired driver when Jiang Yiren quietly approached, saying softly, "Can you take me home later?"

Song Guanchao turned to look at her, then glanced around. Wu Qiangwei was in the bathroom, and others were also waiting for cars or drivers like him.

"I’ve been drinking, it’s inconvenient, catch a cab back yourself."

No way he’s risking a good day, sending her in front of Wu Qiangwei.

Jiang Yiren pouted, "But you hired a driver."

"I have to report work to the Mayor later." Song Guanchao earnestly found a universally accepted excuse.

"What work is there this late?"

"Some matters regarding Mayor Sun." Song Guanchao lowered his voice, faking mystery, effectively quelling her doubts.

"Alright then, I’ll message you when I get home."

"I’ll have Director Zhou take you home."

"No need," she refused with a smile, secretly delighted.

Gradually, everyone departed, and Song Guanchao soon got in his car and headed home.

After a shower, Jiang Yiren’s message came.

Song Guanchao replied briefly, then changed, headed to the underground parking and drove to Wu Qiangwei’s place.

"Open the door." Song Guanchao messaged.

Creek~

The door opened, revealing Wu Qiangwei in pajamas, damp hair, standing there.

Song Guanchao hugged her once he was inside.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, tonight Wu Qiangwei was even more assertive than before.

She tiptoed to kiss him, pushing herself against his solid chest.

As Song Guanchao removed her pajama pants, Wu Qiangwei suddenly released and gazed keenly at him, "What’s your relationship with Jiang Yiren?"

The unexpected question caught Song Guanchao off guard, momentarily unsure how to respond.

"Humph!" Wu Qiangwei bit his lip, "Doesn’t she have a great figure?"

"Heaven knows, we’re just friends, nothing like that." Song Guanchao quickly clarified.

Having not done anything, no way he’d admit.

Wu Qiangwei stared into his eyes for several seconds, "Really nothing?"

Song Guanchao raised three fingers with his left hand, grasping her ample bosom with his right, "I swear..."

"Pft!" Wu Qiangwei pushed his hand away, a faint smile of helplessness over her flushed face.

Seeing this, Song Guanchao kissed her, picked her up, and headed to the bedroom.

...

The next day.

Song Guanchao leaned on the chair back, holding a tea cup with goji, glancing at the calendar on the desk.

Already mid-January, and in a bit more than half a month, it’s New Year.

"Time sure flies."

Song Guanchao mused, memories of last Chinese New Year resurfacing.

A string of women came one after another to his home, fortunately at staggered times, or else they’d bump into each other, impossible for Song Guanchao to explain even with two mouths.

This year...

Song Guanchao rubbed his forehead, dreading the New Year.

The women who visited last year are bound to come.

Whether he’ll have last year’s luck, keeping them staggered, remains unknown.

Right while fretting, the phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller, it was grandmother.

Truly thinking brings forth, likely asking when he’s coming home for the New Year.

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