Official Career Storm Chapter 485

"Okay."

Zhang ilin was about to make a call when Song Guanchao suddenly stopped him, "Let Mayor Fu make the call."

Zhang ilin put away his cellphone.

Fu Ying dialed Chang Chuan’s number.

After the call connected, Fu Ying discerned from his voice that Chang Chuan had been drinking.

The surroundings were very quiet, with no one else around.

"Mayor Chang, this is Fu Ying."

"Oh, haha, so it’s Mayor Fu," he emphasized the word "Fu" heavily, similar in sound to "vice" in Chinese, to convey his disdain for Fu Ying.

In their eyes, the fact that Fu Ying, the Deputy Mayor, could suddenly beco the Acting Mayor was entirely a matter of luck.

Mainly because Fu Ying was too young.

At twenty-six years of age, she had climbed higher than them, which was bound to cause so imbalance in their ntality.

Fu Ying said, "Mayor Chang, are you at a dinner party? I hope I’m not disturbing you."

"I’ve finished eating. I’m on my way ho now. Even if I were still eating, I would still have to answer a call from Mayor Fu."

Fu Ying ignored his sarcastic tone and said, "Mayor Chang, can you co over now? I have sothing I’d like to discuss with you."

"Mayor Fu, it’s already off work now. Whatever it is, let’s talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Mayor Chang, I’ve just taken on the role of Mayor and there’s a lot I don’t understand. I would like to ask for your advice on how to remove the ’acting’ in front of my title. You are a senior, could you give so guidance?"

These words were quite pleasing to Chang Chuan’s heart.

And Fu Ying’s voice was very pleasant to the ear, like listening to music.

Thinking of Fu Ying’s voluptuous figure and beautiful face, Chang Chuan felt a sudden heat within him.

Fu Ying continued, "Mayor Chang, I’m at Fuyuan Hotel. It’s a bit late, but I hope to receive your guidance. Could you co over?"

Chang Chuan’s heart skipped a beat.

She’s at the hotel?

Is she hinting at sothing?

Thinking of that possibility, the restlessness in Chang Chuan’s heart turned into a blaze, and he even felt a reaction in his pants.

"Alright then, send the room number."

"Mm, okay, I’ll trouble you, Mayor Chang. By the way, do you prefer tea or a beverage?"

"Let’s drink," Chang Chuan implied sothing with this request, at the sa ti wanting to test whether Fu Ying really had such intentions.

Fu Ying deliberately went silent for a few seconds before saying, "Alright, I’ll have it prepared for you."

After hanging up, Fu Ying said, "He’ll be here soon."

The two n looked at her with sowhat strange eyes.

Fu Ying flicked her hair, "Why are you looking at like that?"

"Nothing..."

They say that lust can be a trap and today, Zhang ilin witnessed it.

Fu Ying intentionally used that tone, clearly leading Chang Chuan to think in that direction.

"Take a seat, I’ll call over the comrades from the Disciplinary Committee."

Song Guanchao picked up his phone; for this inspection, the Disciplinary Committee still chose Wu Yun.

As for the public security side, it was not Liang Jiajia.

Liang Jiajia was a criminal detective, and they wouldn’t have her take charge if it wasn’t a particularly serious matter.

When Wu Yun arrived and saw Fu Ying and Zhang ilin in the room, she was extrely surprised.

She greeted them politely, then turned to Song Guanchao.

"Secretary Song, what do you need for?"

"There’s a play, and I need you to cooperate in a mont."

He briefly explained the situation, and Wu Yun was sowhat excited.

Not excited for work, but that Song Guanchao was willing to call her.

What Song Guanchao was about to do was clearly not by the book, it could even be said to be against the rules.

Calling her ant he didn’t consider her an outsider at all.

"Okay, I got it."

Next, Zhang ilin went to print out the evidence of Chang Chuan’s cris.

They also asked the server to bring over another table and a few chairs.

Wu Yun, on the other hand, brought over a video cara and set it up to the side.

The scene was intimidating just by the look of it.

About half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.

Song Guanchao said, "It should be Chang Chuan arriving, Brother Zhang, it’s your turn to perform soon."

"Mmm."

Zhang ilin sat at the edge of the bed, composed.

Fu Ying went to open the door.

She was still in that old-fashioned suit, with her hair styled just as matronly.

But she was undeniably beautiful, and tall to boot.

All the way there, Chang Chuan had been fantasizing, and now upon seeing her, he couldn’t hide the lust in his eyes.

"Mayor Fu, I hope I haven’t kept you waiting?"

"Mayor Chang, co in," said Fu Ying with a cold expression, her tone indifferent.

This attitude was completely different from the one on the phone, and Chang Chuan felt that sothing was amiss.

As he entered the room and saw Zhang ilin, along with two other strangers, a bit of unease surged in Chang Chuan’s heart.

Then, he saw the table, and beside the table, there was a cara...

Suddenly, he wanted to turn around and run for the door.

Suppressing the impulse to turn tail and flee, Chang Chuan forced a stiff smile: "Secretary Zhang, you’re here too."

He had already cursed Fu Ying and her ancestors eighteen generations deep in his mind.

This bitch, setting up!

Zhang ilin didn’t speak. He looked at Wu Yun: "Director Wu, I’ll trouble you, then."

Wu Yun responded with a "Mmm," her face not cold, her expression gentle, yet without a smile.

She walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Then she looked at Chang Chuan: "Chang Chuan, please take a seat."

Chang Chuan keenly noticed, she was calling him by his first na, not his title.

Chang Chuan felt increasingly uneasy, and he’d already guessed who she might be.

This young woman could very well be from the Disciplinary Committee.

His legs felt weak as he slowly moved over and sat down.

No sooner had he sat down than Wu Yun handed him an ID: "Lingjiang City, Disciplinary Inspection Committee, Wu Yun."

Chang Chuan felt as if the sky had collapsed!

His vision started to blur, and the drunkenness vanished completely.

Wu Yun said, "The City Disciplinary Inspection Committee has received a report from the public about you."

She handed over the docunts: "Take a look, and if you have objections, speak up."

The files in front of him felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

It took Chang Chuan a great deal of effort to pick them up and flip through them.

After scanning just a few lines, Chang Chuan’s vision darkened, and the chair he sat in nearly toppled.

Song Guanchao handed him a cup of tea and laid down so cigarettes and a lighter: "Mayor Chang, have so tea, smoke a cigarette, and take a mont to relax."

"Thank, thank you," he managed to say.

His hands trembling, he took out a cigarette; after smoking two in quick succession, his emotions eased slightly.

Wu Yun asked, "Chang Chuan, do you have objections to these materials?"

"I do!"

Chang Chuan reacted violently as if he was a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "False, they’re all false!"

Wu Yun still wore a calm expression.

Suddenly, Zhang ilin ca over, looking down and shaking his head: "Chang Chuan, you’ve disappointed ."

Then he turned to Wu Yun: "Director Wu, could you give a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Wu Yun stood up and left the room.

Once she was gone, Zhang ilin suddenly slapped the table and cursed: "Chang Chuan, has your brain filled with water!"

"Secretary Zhang..."

"Do you think the Disciplinary Committee called you here for fun? Do you think they would show these things to you without any substantial evidence?"

"Idiot, fool!"

Zhang ilin was in a fury.

Rather than getting angry at being scolded, Chang Chuan was actually sowhat pleased.

If the leader was willing to scold him, that ant there was still hope.

He grabbed Zhang ilin’s hand, pleading: "Secretary, I was wrong. It was a mont of foolishness. Please, help , talk to the comrades from the Disciplinary Committee..."

"Hmph!" Zhang ilin said: "I wouldn’t be begging for rcy if it wasn’t Mayor Fu who called you here! I wouldn’t be begging, and the Disciplinary Committee would’ve read you the double-regulations decision long ago!"

Song Guanchao was nodding silently on the side; Zhang ilin had quite the acting talent, indeed.