Official Career Storm Chapter 427

He hurriedly grabbed Minister Zhou’s hand, "Minister Zhou, what happened to Xiao Zhang? Why was he admitted to the hospital?"

Minister Zhou’s nostrils flared slightly, and he glared at Mayor Zheng, saying, "Xiao Zhang was ambushed and beaten by several strangers in the stairwell last night after leaving your ho. If it weren’t for the security guards discovering him in ti and calling an ambulance, he would be in a vegetative state by now!"

"I will have soone investigate this matter. Zheng Bihui, you had better pray that you truly have nothing to do with this."

With those words, Minister Zhou turned and left.

He did not utter any threats, but Mayor Zheng knew very well that if this incident were indeed traced back to him, considering Minister Zhou’s influence in Lingjiang, even his personal safety would be in great jeopardy.

Mayor Zheng was so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood.

This situation had absolutely nothing to do with him.

If Minister Zhou was angry, so was he!

Beyond his anger, he was also curious—who would have attacked Zhang ilin?

And to do so with such cruelty, sending him to the ICU.

Jiang Yuan accompanied Minister Zhou downstairs, inquired about the details, and was also shocked.

The attack was too vicious, nearly fatal.

What kind of grudge would rit such brutality?

It was no wonder Minister Zhou was so angry.

Zhang ilin was his forr secretary and highly valued.

In just a few days, he was to go to Dujiang City to assu the role of City Secretary.

Yet at such a critical ti, he was assaulted.

Returning to his office, Jiang Yuan saw Mayor Zheng smoking and approached him, asking, "Mayor Zheng, did Xiao Zhang really co to see you last night?"

"He did."

Mayor Zheng frowned and said, "We discussed private matters, and indeed, it was a bit unpleasant, but, old Jiang, you’ve known for years, you should know I’m not that kind of person."

"Besides, if I were to take action, would I do it at my own doorstep? That would just be asking for trouble."

Jiang Yuan spoke earnestly, "You can’t bla Minister Zhou for suspecting you. After all, Xiao Zhang is about to take office in just a few days. You two fought bitterly over the Dujiang City position recently, and with Zhang being attacked at this juncture, how could he not suspect you?"

Mayor Zheng took a deep drag on his cigarette, said nothing, and reached for his phone to call Director Qin.

"Director Qin, set up a task force for Zhang ilin’s case. I want the culprit arrested within three days. If you can’t catch him, you can take off your own cap!"

He didn’t allow Director Qin any ti to respond and hung up after dropping the statent.

Jiang Yuan, listening, shook his head secretly while also wanting to laugh.

This guy really took himself for the Mayor.

That tone of voice with the chief of the city police, did he really think Qin Yuejin would listen to him?

Qin Yuejin was just giving you so face, and you have no idea of your own limits.

After offering so words of comfort, Mayor Jiang left.

On the other hand, Director Qin was dumbfounded by the call and took several seconds to react before cursing violently at the phone.

"Goddamn Zheng Bihui, forming a special case team, form your fucking team!"

"Take off my cap? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Such audacity!"

After venting with a tirade of curses, Director Qin rembered what had been said—Zhang ilin’s case?

Zhang ilin... the Secretary-General of the city’s political advisory council.

What kind of case did he have?

"Director Qin."

Soone knocked on the door, and upon entering, announced, "Last night, Secretary-General Zhang ilin was beaten."

Director Qin asked, "Why is it only being reported now?"

A junior officer said, "The police station that received the call last night just inford us."

Director Qin asked, "Have you checked the surveillance?"

"We did, but the assailants were professionals; they avoided surveillance the entire ti. We didn’t find a thing."

"What is Secretary Zhang’s condition now?"

"He’s out of danger now."

Director Qin felt irritable—the Secretary-General of the political advisory council was attacked... Who had the guts?

The key issue was that nothing was uncovered; catching the assailants would be extrely difficult.

By 10 a.m., the news of Zhang ilin being hospitalized had spread.

Moreover, there were rumors suggesting that Zhang ilin had conflicts with Mayor Zheng and it was Mayor Zheng who arranged for Zhang ilin to be beaten, with Minister Zhou giving Mayor Zheng a scolding first thing in the morning.

The rumors were detailed and seed credible.

When Secretary Lu learned of this incident, even he began to suspect whether Mayor Zheng was indeed behind it.

...

Early in the morning, Song Guanchao received a call from Wu Yun, informing him about the incident, and he feigned great surprise.

After breakfast, he called Zeng Li again, asking her to take another thorough look at Hou Wen.

He didn’t believe Hou Wen would be so honest.

Either he had money hidden sowhere else or he had other plans in mind.

In the afternoon, Zeng Li arranged to et with him.

"Click."

In the private room, Zeng Li tossed over the materials.

Song Guanchao picked them up and, sure enough, there were things they hadn’t uncovered before.

Hou Wen had several mistresses, one of whom was a distant cousin, considered a relative outside the five degrees of mourning.

This mistress had borne him a daughter. The mother and daughter’s accounts had consistently held over ten million, and they also owned several companies.

In those companies’ accounts, there lay over five hundred million.

However, what disappointed Song Guanchao was that this money hadn’t been touched.

The money had been located, but there was still no sign of asset transfer.

"What the hell is this old guy thinking?" Song Guanchao was utterly baffled.

Zeng Li asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Song Guanchao threw the materials aside and sighed, "I’m wondering why a leader who knows he’s about to fall wouldn’t move his assets."

Zeng Li curled her lips and said, "What else? Obviously, he’s afraid of being discovered."

That statent made Song Guanchao have a sudden revelation.

He realized he had overlooked sothing.

Yes, Hou Wen could even deduce that Tu Zhaorui was out to get him, which was sufficient to show how ticulous this man was.

A man so ticulous, even if he wanted to transfer assets, would worry whether every move he made was already under surveillance.

He hadn’t moved his assets, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was afraid to.

He feared his accounts were being monitored and that any sign of asset transfer would imdiately lead to his arrest.

Yes, that had to be it, it must be so!

He hugged Zeng Li and planted a vigorous kiss on her face.

"Xiao Li, you’re so smart!"

"Hey, you got my face all covered in saliva."

Zeng Li complained verbally, but her face revealed a smile.

She nestled into Song Guanchao’s arms and said, "I don’t like kisses on the face, kiss on the lips."

"...I’m thinking."

"What about? Haven’t you figured it out already?"

"No." Song Guanchao shook his head, "What you said makes sense, but there’s still sothing that doesn’t add up."

"Tell , let this wise brain of mine help you think."

"According to what you said, Hou Wen was worried about his accounts being monitored, so he didn’t dare to make a move. In that case, why didn’t he flee?"

If he wasn’t transferring assets, then he should’ve fled.

But he hadn’t.

Hearing this, Zeng Li tilted her head, pondering.

Song Guanchao was also thinking.

However, the position they were embracing each other in was frankly quite mismatched.

After a few minutes, Zeng Li suddenly brightened up and said, "Kiss ."

"Hmm?" Song Guanchao was puzzled, but quickly said, "Did you figure it out?"

"Mhm."

"Smack!"

"I told you not to kiss my face, the lips, kiss the lips!"

Song Guanchao hesitated for a couple of seconds but decided to prioritize the bigger picture, cupped her face, and kissed her.

The mont their lips touched, Zeng Li’s tongue slipped inside.

After kissing for a few minutes, Song Guanchao withdrew his tongue and said, "Now tell ."

"Take off your pants."

"...We agreed on a kiss."

"I changed my mind, hurry up and take them off, or I won’t tell."

Seeing that he didn’t move, Zeng Li took matters into her own hands. Song Guanchao was half resisting and half complying as his pants were pulled down.

Zeng Li’s hand slipped into his underwear, flipping out Xiao Song in one swift motion.

Then she lifted her beautiful leg, flipped up her skirt, and sat down on him just like the day before.

The mont hard Xiao Song pressed against her, Zeng Li let out a satisfied moan.