Upon learning that Song Guanchao had offended soone, and behind it was actually Xu Guofeng, everyone was startled.
In terms of rank, Chen Haoran's father was also a Deputy Mayor of Beijing, ranking just below the Deputy Mayor, not much different from Xu Guofeng.
Li He's father was the head of the National Developnt and Reform Commission and a leader of real power, his rank was not weak at all, nor was the amount of authority he held.
But they all had one common issue, which was that their family background was not as strong as Xu Guofeng's.
Initially, they thought Song Guanchao had only offended an unknown second-generation from Beijing, but who could have thought the opponent had such a significant background?
"I understand." Tang Xiaomi did not react much, smiling, she said, "Sister Wanqiu, we're leaving first, we'll co back to see Brother Song tomorrow."
"Take your ti on the way."
Lin Wanqiu felt slightly uneasy in her heart, and she took note of everyone's reactions.
Their visit this ti was mainly to add luster to the occasion.
Now, knowing the opponent's identity, adding luster had turned into providing tily assistance.
But Lin Wanqiu was uncertain whether they were willing to offend Mayor Xu.
After she returned, Tang Xiaomi took out her phone, glancing at them before dialing: "What are you standing still for? Call your families to report the situation."
Li He said hesitantly, "Xiaomi, that's Mayor Xu."
"And then?" Tang Xiaomi said, "Are you scared?"
"I..."
"No one is asking you to make the decision; your task is to report the happenings here to your parents verbatim. How to decide is also up to them."
Tang Xiaomi was too lazy to talk nonsensically, after speaking, she dialed her grandfather's number and reported the situation here.
And with her reminder, Li He and others also freed themselves from a conflicted mindset, each calling their parents.
Minister Tang received the call and only said he understood before hanging up, showing no sign of distress or hesitation.
Tang Xiaomi understood her grandfather; this attitude showed he didn't take Xu Guofeng seriously at all.
As for the Xu Family, it probably doesn't involve that level.
Very quickly, Li He and others finished their calls, exchanging glances: "What did your dad say?"
"Didn't say anything."
"And your dad?"
"Didn't say anything either."
They were speechless; these elders always like this, each more prudent than the last, sotis not even telling their own sons, leaving them to guess.
...
Guesthouse.
Jiang Wangshan took a cold shower, draped in the hotel robe, sat on the chair, and lit a cigarette.
Refusing Xu Guofeng was not an easy decision.
Now, he could only hope that Song Guanchao's background could stand against the Xu Family.
The phone rang, it was Director Chu calling.
Jiang Wangshan sighed softly, answering the call: "Director Chu..."
"Xiao Jiang, did you receive a call from Mayor Xu?"
"I received it." Jiang Wangshan asked, "Did Director Chu also receive it?"
"Yes." Director Chu smiled bitterly: "I am under great pressure now."
Jiang Wangshan's smile was equally bitter.
Director Chu said, "How do you plan to handle this matter?"
Jiang Wangshan: "Mayor Xu asked to return, I refused."
Director Chu pondered briefly, knowing what his choice was.
"Then let it be."
Director Chu's call was mainly to know Jiang Wangshan's choice.
He refused Xu Guofeng, firmly standing by Song Guanchao, indicating his confidence in Song Guanchao.
Director Chu's understanding of Song Guanchao was limited, far less than Jiang Wangshan.
Moreover, Jiang Wangshan's background was exceptional, and he was also very astute.
His choice to support Song Guanchao was absolutely not a whim, implying his belief that Song Guanchao could handle it.
Not two minutes later, the phone rang again.
Caller ID: Feng Rui.
Seeing this call, Jiang Wangshan's eyes instantly brightened.
Feng Rui is an active serviceman, although not holding a high rank, he is a kid from a rural area in the Northwest.
Such a person, in theory, should have no chance to interact with Jiang Wangshan, nor any opportunity to exchange numbers with him.
But he has another identity—a security guard of Luo Ke Gong, the forr commander of Shengyang Military District!
With such an identity to back him, not only does he earn regard from this Vice Director of the Police Departnt, even the Vice Mayor wouldn't dare to neglect him.
"Brother." Jiang Wangshan spoke familiarly.
Feng Rui spoke seriously, with a straightforward tone: "Director Jiang, the commander asked to understand so matters."
Jiang Wangshan: "The matters of Song Guanchao?"
"Yes."
"Then jot it down." Jiang Wangshan imdiately narrated the situation in detail.
He dared not embellish, speaking truthfully about the events as they were.
"I understood, thank you, Director Jiang."
"No need to be so courteous." Jiang Wangshan chuckled, wanting to ask sothing, but felt it inappropriate, thus restrained himself and hung up.
This call eased his mood significantly, no longer as irritable as before.
How this case should be resolved was beyond his decision-making capacity.
Now, it's all about Song Guanchao's connections.
...
Beijing.
There is a villa area hidden within the marketplace around East Second Ring, these villas were never sold since developnt began.
Those who could live here were all people in power.
Ordinary affluent rchants couldn't buy it even if wealthy.
Living here ant living in circles.
Among them, one lakeside villa housed an old man.
The old man wore grey cotton linen pants and a short-sleeved shirt, his silver hair combed ticulously, he was pruning extra branches under the grape trellis in the yard.
A sixty-sothing maid erged from the living room, holding a phone, looking anxious.
"Boss, there's a call for you." The maid had been following the old man since her youth, for decades.
She was a self-combed maid, despite being a maid, she held a high status in the Xu family, and juniors greeted her as Aunt.
Snap.
The old man clipped a vine, placed the scissors on the storage rack, brushed the leaf debris off his sleeves, and took the phone.
He glanced at the caller ID, the gentle face showed no extra emotion, as plain and ordinary as an old man you'd et on any street corner.
"Old Luo, how co you're free to call ?"
The caller was Luo Ke Gong, his voice was thick and robust, full of energy, he bluntly asked: "Who is Xu Chengcheng to you?"
The old man's dense white brows furrowed slightly: "What's the matter?"
Luo Ke Gong, devoid of personal emotion, briefly explained the matter.
The old man was rather surprised: "This Xiao Song, who is he to you?"
"A friend."
"Friend?"
Luo Ke Gong suddenly lanted: "You retired too early, perhaps do not understand so matters, this Xiao Song..."
Minutes later, the old man said: "I understand."
After hanging up, the maid handed him a cigarette.
Knowing the boss's habits better than his wife over the years.
For instance now, even though the boss's deanor was unchanged, she could distinctly feel, the boss was sowhat upset.
Snap.
She lit the cigarette for the boss, then went indoors to fetch tea.
"No need to prepare tea." The boss said: "Ask Guofeng to co over."
The maid glanced at the ti: "Alright."
...
Xu Guofeng had just returned ho, as an incoming Deputy Mayor, his duties had grown busier than before.
But he relished it.
To be busy indicated the organization had entrusted him with important duties, indicating the organization's regard for him.
If there was a day he wasn't busy, perhaps he should consider retirent.
At 44, he was in his pri, with energy surpassing the young.
He erged from the bathroom, drying his hair, when the phone in the living room rang.
He glanced over, spotting the caller, quickly grabbed it: "Aunt Zhu, are you looking for ?"
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