Song Guanchao continued the eting.
"In the next few days, I'm planning to conduct research. Director Yang from the National Developnt and Reform Commission and Director Zhao from the Transportation Bureau, please stay after the eting so we can discuss further."
"Does anyone else have anything to report? If not, the eting is adjourned."
Song Guanchao's etings are straightforward and without idle talk; once he's finished, the eting is adjourned.
Everyone looked at each other, sowhat unaccustod to this.
Was this eting... a bit too hasty?
From the ti they entered to the end of the eting, it was less than ten minutes.
It's over?
They wouldn't have dared to even think about this in the past.
Not just in Tongchi District, but across the entire Lingjiang, no leader conducts etings this briefly.
Those leaders usually rely on etings to showcase their leadership, eager to extend a eting for ten days or half a month.
However, Song Guanchao's decisive style gave them a clear impression of this young District Chief.
After the eting adjourned, others left one after another, leaving only Director Yang from the district's National Developnt and Reform Commission and Director Zhao from the district's Transportation Bureau.
It was their first direct interaction with Song Guanchao, unsure of how to approach him.
Song Guanchao had no interest in their thoughts and said directly, "What I'm about to say needs to be kept absolutely confidential. No fourth person can know."
He looked at them and spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
The two were stunned, increasingly curious.
What is he about to say?
And it requires secrecy?
They assured him, "District Chief Song, rest assured, we will keep it confidential."
Song Guanchao nodded and said, "Lingjiang is about to build a subway."
With no introduction, the two were stunned for two seconds before they realized.
Whoa!
They were shocked, greatly surprised.
Lingjiang is going to build a subway!
This is big news indeed.
No wonder it requires confidentiality.
Once this news gets out, it will cause a huge stir in Lingjiang.
Director Yang asked, "District Chief Song, where will the subway mainly be built?"
Song Guanchao responded indifferently, "What do you think?"
Director Zhao imdiately said, "It will definitely focus on Tongchi District!"
If it weren't related, Song Guanchao wouldn't be saying this.
And he specifically kept Director Zhao from the Transportation Bureau and Director Yang from the National Developnt and Reform Commission, indicating that the so-called research was actually about deciding the subway route.
Song Guanchao nodded and said, "Prepare the materials and finalize the research route map; join for the research tomorrow."
"Understood!" Director Zhao was sowhat excited.
Song Guanchao reminded them, "Rember my words, this matter must remain confidential. If it leaks, I'll only co after you."
The two looked serious, promising they wouldn't speak carelessly.
They definitely wouldn't speak carelessly.
But they wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Once the subway route map is out, while they won't be reckless, they'll surely try to buy a few houses near the subway.
Song Guanchao didn't mind this; after all, he can't prevent them from gaining any benefit at all.
Early the next morning, the two went to the City Committee, eting Song Guanchao in the office.
"District Chief Song, here's the route map, please take a look."
Song Guanchao took it, glanced at it; the research route map was clearly well-prepared.
"Let's go."
Director Zhao personally drove them; the research was carried out by just the three of them.
Once they arrived at a location, they parked the car.
Director Zhao held the route map, standing by the roadside, explaining the area to Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao noticed that Director Zhao was quite professional.
He had all the data of Tongchi District at his fingertips, without any hesitation.
It seed he had done his howork.
The research lasted a week.
With Director Zhao's accompanint and explanations, Song Guanchao gained a detailed understanding of Tongchi District.
It was already past seven.
But the office on the first floor of the City Committee still had lights on.
Song Guanchao, Director Zhao, and Director Yang were discussing the results of the week's research.
"Let's tentatively set this route."
"A total of seven stations."
"Director Zhao, please work hard and produce a planning and construction report alongside colleagues in the bureau; I'll send it to the City Governnt to apply for a project."
"No problem, leave it to !"
Director Zhao agreed to take on this task.
Subway projects bring considerable profit.
He never imagined that after working as a transportation director for decades in this less renowned Tongchi District, he'd have such an opportunity.
With such a project, even if he's understated, he can gain quite a bit.
"It's getting late, let's have dinner..."
Before finishing, his phone rang.
It was Wu Qiangwei calling.
"Excuse while I take this call."
He left the office and answered, "Secretary."
"Are you done with work?"
"Just finished."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
"I haven't eaten either; co over, I need to discuss sothing with you."
"Okay."
Song Guanchao hung up and returned to the office, telling the two, "I was planning to invite you for dinner, but I have a last-minute matter. Next ti."
"Then next ti," they didn't mind.
After the week long interactions, they gained a clear understanding of Song Guanchao's personality.
This young man is straightforward, without airs, and not arrogant.
He talks business when there's business, doesn't contact if there's none.
He makes a clear distinction between public and private matters.
Furthermore, he doesn't beat around the bush; clear and concise communication.
When he says he has an urgent matter, he definitely does; not making excuses.
Quickly, Song Guanchao arrived at Li Lake Mansion.
He went upstairs and knocked on the door.
Wu Qiangwei opened the door, "Co in."
She had changed from her work attire into a light pink ho outfit, with an apron tied around her waist, gentle and demure, like a wife waiting for her husband to return ho.
As soon as he entered, Song Guanchao noticed the delicious aroma.
The dining table was set with dishes crafted with care, visually appealing; yet unsure of the taste.
Song Guanchao was surprised that Wu Qiangwei had learned to cook.
"Wash your hands."
Wu Qiangwei walked out of the kitchen carrying rice.
"Oh, okay."
Song Guanchao washed his hands, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Wu Qiangwei untied the apron and sat across from him.
"Did you make all this?" Song Guanchao stared at the dishes in front of him.
"Yes, try so."
Wu Qiangwei looked at him with a bit of expectation as if waiting for his evaluation.
Song Guanchao picked up a piece of braised pork, his eyes lighting up instantly, "Delicious."
"Really?"
"As real as pearls!" Song Guanchao said, "If I had your culinary skills, I wouldn't just be a secretary, even a governor wouldn't keep from opening a restaurant, Michelin would be coming to rate ."
Wu Qiangwei rolled her eyes, ignoring his exaggerated flattery.
Song Guanchao gulped down two mouthfuls of rice and suddenly asked, "Want to drink so wine?"
Wu Qiangwei's chopsticks paused slightly, her cheeks turning red.
She's not foolish; she understands the hidden undertone in Song Guanchao's words.
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