Official Career Storm Chapter 162

In the office, Wu Qiangwei frowned in thought.

The results of the undercover investigation were undoubtedly fruitful.

All rchants had unified signs, parking spaces were privately demarcated along roadside, and the fire departnt was involved in corrupt practices.

These three issues might seem insignificant, but they were classic cases of abuse of public power for private gain.

Moreover, all these incidents happened in Fengjiang District.

As for whether other districts had similar issues, she hadn’t continued her research.

Nor was there any need to continue.

In such matters, one must focus on typical cases.

Once a typical case was dealt with, other districts, even if they also had similar situations, would make tily improvents.

The current problem was how to handle these issues.

She was the Deputy Secretary of the City Committee, mainly responsible for coordinating the City Committee and Municipal Governnt, attracting investnt, and planning the economic issues of Lingjiang, not for dealing with these trifles.

If she had to personally handle everything, she would have no energy left for other tasks.

"Secretary, you’d better not get involved in this matter personally," said Song Guanchao.

Wu Qiangwei asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Song Guanchao replied, "There’s a TV host who dares to report news that others are afraid to, and she digs into topics others hesitate to explore."

A figure erged in Wu Qiangwei’s mind, "Zhou Qian?"

"Do you know her?"

"I have a vague impression."

She rembered Zhou Qian was one of the hostages in the previous cash transport van robbery case.

Song Guanchao’s idea was to let the dia expose the issues, followed by investigations by the relevant departnts.

Indeed, this was a good approach.

"Alright, you contact the TV station, and once the issue breaks out, each departnt will pull together personnel to form a guidance group."

"Chengjiang’s business environnt must be thoroughly rectified!" declared Wu Qiangwei.

"Understood. I guarantee this will be efficiently completed!"

Returning to his own office, just as Song Guanchao was about to contact Zhou Qian, Zeng Li said, "When can you spare so ti?"

"That’s up to the Secretary."

Zeng Li pouted unhappily.

Although she longed to be alone with Song Guanchao, she knew Wu Qiangwei’s matters were more important and wouldn’t let personal feelings disrupt his work.

She had been pleased with the rapid progress in her relationship with Song Guanchao, hoping they could take it a step further.

But suddenly, Song Guanchao had beco extrely busy, hardly having any free ti.

Although she worked with Song Guanchao every day, he was too busy, either handling docunts, constantly on calls, or needed by Wu Qiangwei for various matters.

She could only watch Song Guanchao from a distance, without even a chance to have a longer conversation with him.

"Hello, Miss Zhou, haha, I said I’d take you to dinner last ti, but I’ve been too busy lately to find the ti. Are you free for lunch? I’ll treat you."

"What would Miss Zhou like to eat? Hot pot? Western? Or Japanese... Alright, then I’ll decide."

He had promised to take Zhou Qian out for a al previously, but had forgotten about it afterward.

Mainly because he had too much on his plate to take care of.

After hanging up the phone, recalling the Japanese restaurant he had visited with Wu Yun, Song Guanchao sent the address over.

"Who is this Miss Zhou?" Zeng Li asked sourly.

"You don’t know her."

"That’s why I’m asking."

"Miss, you better not fuss about these things."

"Song Guanchao, are you really that impatient with ?"

"Not at all."

Song Guanchao realized his tone was a bit harsh and hadn’t considered her feelings, saying, "Her na is Zhou Qian, a TV host. She’s helped before, and I promised to take her out for a al."

"Hmph, like I care to hear your explanation!"

Zeng Li turned away, sulking alone.

At that mont, Xu Xin walked over, placed a docunt down, and said, "Secretary Song, are you free tonight?"

"I’ve been quite busy these past few days."

"Oh, I see." Xu Xin smiled faintly, brushed her hair, and spoke in her usual tone, "Thanks to Secretary Song’s help during this period, I was able to adapt to this job so quickly. Whenever you’re free, let treat you to a al."

"Sure," Song Guanchao smiled.

After she had left, Zeng Li scoffed, "Green tea bitch!"

Song Guanchao raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that?"

Zeng Li snorted, "Every ti she cos here, she specifically puts on makeup, undoes an extra button at her neckline, and often ’accidentally’ drops her docunts. When she bends over to pick them up, she intentionally points her butt towards you."

Song Guanchao gaped, his face full of surprise.

He hadn’t noticed any of those details.

They say won have a natural instinct about green tea bitches, and he had now seen it firsthand.

To him, Xu Xin seed intent on getting close to him. The last ti he gave her a ride ho, he accidentally saw more of her than intended, which might have been part of her deliberate design.

But all these were just Song Guanchao’s speculations because Xu Xin’s behavior was flawless, making it hard for him to sort out whether Xu Xin was deliberate or not.

However, after listening to Zeng Li’s analysis, he suddenly realized that his own observations were no match for Zeng Li’s.

He also confird that Xu Xin indeed wanted to woo him.

Ti flew, and soon it was noon.

At the sushi restaurant.

Song Guanchao arrived early, at 11:30, and Miss Zhou arrived as well.

She wore a light blue strappy long dress, her fair off-shoulder skin and clear, distinct collarbones visible, her neckline low with a decently modest bust, vaguely revealing a white cleavage.

Her long, slim legs beneath the skirt beca inadvertently exposed as she sat down and lifted her dress.

Song Guanchao caught a fleeting glimpse and was visually delighted.

As she sat down, Song Guanchao quickly averted his eyes and t hers with a slight smile.

"Miss Zhou, take a look and see what you’d like to eat," he offered the nu.

Zhou Qian casually picked a few dishes, and the waiter took the nu and left.

Soon, several sushi dishes were served.

Song Guanchao looked at the two bottles of beer on the table, sowhat surprised. Did Miss Zhou like to drink?

Zhou Qian poured herself a drink, took a sip, and said, "Secretary Song, you didn’t invite to lunch just to eat, did you?"

Song Guanchao knew she wasn’t one to beat around the bush, nor was he inclined to be evasive, so he spoke directly, "Indeed, there’s sothing I’d like to ask for your help with."

Zhou Qian subconsciously pouted, feeling a bit disappointed.

She didn’t even notice the gesture herself, but Song Guanchao caught it.

It seed she didn’t like this kind of purpose-driven hospitality.

But there was no helping it; Song Guanchao needed her help now.

And he was sure, since he had once saved her life, she wouldn’t refuse.

It looked like he would need to invite her to als occasionally and give her small gifts to maintain their relationship.

At the very least, they should be friends.

That way, it wouldn’t seem abrupt to ask for her help in the future.

Zhou Qian said, "The favor you want to ask for must be no small matter, right?"

Song Guanchao nodded, "It might offend so people."

"You really don’t mince words." Zhou Qian complained verbally, but inside, she felt a flutter of excitent, which ant Song Guanchao didn’t consider her an outsider.

Thinking she might not want to get involved in trouble, Song Guanchao said, "If you think it’s going to be difficult..."

"It’s not difficult," Zhou Qian cut him off, "but I can’t help you for nothing; you have to promise one thing."

"Tell ."

"I want an exclusive interview with you."

"An interview?"

"Yes, an interview!" Zhou Qian said, "Don’t worry, I won’t record any footage, just pure text, and I won’t publish it on any platform. It’s just a personal hobby of mine."

Song Guanchao felt it was odd, but after thinking it over, he saw no issue and nodded, "Okay."