Upon hearing Song Guanchao's question, Wu Qiangwei was startled for a mont, and then quickly realized sothing.
She looked at the young man whose hair was being grabbed by Song Guanchao, waiting for his answer.
"What?" The young man looked bewildered.
The words had just fallen.
A big slap ca directly at him.
The young man's eyes suddenly beca clear, and half of his face swelled visibly.
Song Guanchao lifted his head again, still smiling gently, "Who sent you guys here?"
"I..."
"Smack!"
Another big slap.
The young man was left dazed by the hit.
The other young n, seeing this, pretended to be dead, lying on the ground.
"I haven't even said anything yet." The young man was on the verge of tears.
"Oh, sorry about that," Song Guanchao said with a smiling expression, "Go ahead, who sent you guys?"
"No, no one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man closed his eyes, ready for another hit.
This ti, Song Guanchao didn't make a move.
He took out his phone and called Wu Ming, "Where are you?"
"Eating out... why?"
"Co here."
"Where to?"
"All right, stop pretending, I know you're following , just hurry up."
With Wu Ming's lousy tracking skills, Song Guanchao had spotted him long ago but was too lazy to expose him.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Ming had a pained look on his face.
He realized he had been discovered.
He walked over from a short distance away, and when Wu Qiangwei saw him, her delicate brows furrowed.
Wu Ming dared not look at her.
"Take the Mayor back first," Song Guanchao tossed the car keys to him, "Rember to find a designated driver to drive my car back."
Wu Ming glanced at the young n lying on the ground in disarray and thought to himself that they should have checked their horoscopes before going out; they dared to provoke anyone.
Wu Qiangwei was still a bit hesitant; she wanted to stay.
"Go back first," Song Guanchao said.
"Let know when you get ho."
"Alright."
After watching the two leave, Song Guanchao let go of the young man and dialed a number.
"Chairman Tan, are you busy?"
Tan Xiang hadn't been in touch with Song Guanchao for a long ti, so getting a call from him unexpectedly made her a bit uneasy.
"What is it?"
"There's a little problem," Song Guanchao said, "a few foolish punks are bothering . Could you bring so people over?"
Tan Xiang exhaled gently and asked, "What's the address?"
After giving her the address, Song Guanchao fished out a cigarette and stood by, staring at them.
Passersby were surprised by the scene, so even stopped to watch out of curiosity.
"Are they drunk?"
"Youth is great, just lie down and sleep."
The young n overheard this and felt speechless.
They wanted to get up, but with Song Guanchao standing nearby, not leaving, they didn't dare move.
They didn't doubt for a second that if they dared to stand, Song Guanchao would promptly make them lie down again.
Tan Xiang was efficient; in just over ten minutes, two business vehicles arrived and parked by the roadside.
A man in his thirties, dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, with a trendy forward-swept hairstyle, got out of the car, followed by a few young n.
They walked over, sized up Song Guanchao, and the leading man asked, "Mr. Song?"
"That's ." Song Guanchao pointed with his hand, "Take them and let's go sowhere else."
Despite his commanding tone, the man showed no signs of discontent.
Chairman Tan had inford him on the phone that this Mr. Song was Director Song from the City Governnt Office and they should treat him with utmost courtesy.
They operated within the underworld, dealing with the lower rungs of society.
Dealing officially was Chairperson Tan's remit; they neither had nor wanted the opportunity.
This was their first ti.
However, on this initial encounter, Song Guanchao gave them a rather peculiar impression.
He didn't have the aura of a governnt official; instead, he exuded a strong rogue-like air.
The man motioned for the young n to be taken into the vehicle.
Fifteen minutes later, the vehicle stopped outside a club.
The man got out of the car, "Mr. Song, please follow ."
Following the man, they entered the club and went into a private room on the second floor.
The young n were also brought into the room.
By the ti they entered the club, the young n were beginning to panic.
So recognized this man.
This was the notorious Brother Xuan, responsible for supplying thirty percent of the alcohol on Flower Street and had a capable group of fighters under his command.
Most importantly, Brother Xuan was backed by Sister Tan.
It's said that Sister Tan had influence both in the underworld and with authorities.
They were scared to death at this point.
They never imagined the person they offended tonight would have such influence.
Just one call, and they brought Brother Xuan over.
Moreover, Brother Xuan was polite and respectful to him, like a subordinate.
"Mr. Song, how do you want to handle this?" Brother Xuan glanced at the young n and casually asked.
Song Guanchao said, "Help ask them who sent them to trouble tonight."
Brother Xuan was amazed internally; did these guys have a death wish?
Even Chairman Tan treated Director Song courteously, yet they dared to trouble him?
"Alright."
Without further ado, Brother Xuan walked over and asked, "Who sent you?"
The young n might have been bold in front of Song Guanchao, but faced with Brother Xuan, they were terrified.
In response to the questioning, they dared not hide anything.
"It... it was Brother Xiong."
Brother Xuan looked over at Song Guanchao, and seeing his puzzled expression, he explained, "Li Xiong mainly handles the businesses on Hu Zheng Street. He's backed by President Qiao. Behind President Qiao is Chairman Su of Jiangshang No.1."
Jiangshang No.1... Song Guanchao frowned.
He was quite familiar with this place; in fact, almost everyone in Jiangzhou knew it.
It was one of the most upscale clubs in Jiangzhou.
Previously, a few people from the Korean Consulate had purposely caused trouble at Jiangshang No.1 Club.
And afterwards, Chairman Su from Jiangshang No.1 Club had been on his side.
In fact, he owed him a favor.
Yet tonight's incident seems to be linked to Chairman Su.
Song Guanchao didn't believe Chairman Su would cause trouble for him.
The issue likely stemd from Brother Xiong, or perhaps President Qiao.
Chairman Su had a large organization; he couldn't manage everything, and soone might have acted independently without his knowledge.
After pondering for a mont, Song Guanchao called Tan Xiang, "Chairman Tan, do you have the number for Chairman Su from Jiangshang No.1?"
"Yes."
"Could you send it to ?"
"Was it him who targeted you?"
"I don't think so."
"That's good," Tan Xiang said, "If it were Chairman Su, I wouldn't be able to help you."
Song Guanchao smiled; she was quite straightforward.
But he wasn't surprised.
Although Tan Xiang had done well for herself, she was still confined to the underworld, a level below Chairman Su.
Her status was probably on par with President Qiao under Chairman Su.
In this situation, Song Guanchao could directly approach Brother Xiong and ask what was going on.
But Brother Xiong was with President Qiao, and President Qiao was with Chairman Su.
And Chairman Su had helped him before.
Thus, before going to Brother Xiong, he should, out of courtesy, contact Chairman Su to prevent any misunderstanding.
Soon, the phone number was sent over, and Song Guanchao dialed it.
The call was quickly connected, and a gentle, refined voice ca through, "Hello, Director Song."
Now it was Song Guanchao's turn to be surprised.
Chairman Su had saved his number.
Song Guanchao couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
Chairman Su had helped him with the consulate issue, but he hadn't visited him afterward.
In hindsight, he realized he had been impolite.
User Comments
0 comments from readers