Official Career Storm Chapter 535

Song Guanchao turned and entered the Police Departnt, finding Jiang Yuan busy on the phone.

After the call ended, he went in and said, "Mayor Jiang, I’ve thought about it, and it seems inappropriate for to make direct contact."

Jiang Yuan was taken aback and asked, "What do you an?"

"If Journalist Lin refuses our request, wouldn’t that prematurely leak our anti-corruption operation? If that leads to the operation’s failure, the responsibility would be imnse."

"The sa goes for the Jianyuan City Public Security Bureau, Director Xiao is only the deputy director; he can’t make the final decision. It would be useless to approach him."

Song Guanchao stared into his eyes, observing his reaction.

Jiang Yuan’s response was to stare blankly, as if he hadn’t considered all these factors.

It took a few seconds before an embarrassed expression appeared on his face, and he said, "I failed to consider this thoroughly, ahem, my apologies, Secretary Song."

The reaction seed genuine, which puzzled Song Guanchao even more.

He said nothing more and turned to leave.

After Song Guanchao walked away, Jiang Yuan’s expression returned to normal, and he made a phone call to Jianyuan City.

Song Guanchao found himself without tasks again, leaning back on his chair, watching everyone busily move about, quite bored.

Lunch was boxed als ordered in, and everyone ate at their desks.

After the lunch break, a familiar figure appeared in Song Guanchao’s field of vision.

"Secretary Song, we et again," Jin Rong greeted with a smile.

Song Guanchao looked perplexedly at him. What was this guy doing here again?

Could it be that Qu Xiangru wanted to get involved in the case again?

Jin Rong went to et with Jiang Yuan and returned shortly after.

He sat down next to Song Guanchao as if it were completely natural.

"Secretary Song, what are you in charge of this ti?"

"I’m in charge of ’soy-saucing’."

"Hahaha, Secretary Song, you’re quite the humorist."

"..." Who’s being humorous with you.

Their conversation was awkward and sporadic.

Jiang Yuan didn’t assign him any further tasks later on.

Ti flew, and soon it was ti to clock out.

Although Song Guanchao hadn’t done much the whole day, judging by the progress others had made in their contacts, an operation could probably take place in two or three days.

The most crucial aspect of this anti-corruption operation was the cooperation of the Jianyuan City Police Departnt, along with the investigation of the individuals to be arrested.

They needed to first confirm their targets’ whereabouts to ensure they could be imdiately captured the mont an action was taken.

Instead of recklessly barging into hos and kicking down doors, only to find that nobody was ho.

Another key elent was the journalists’ full coverage.

Song Guanchao did not know if Jiang Yuan had managed to contact the Ministry of Propaganda.

But logically, with an anti-corruption campaign of this magnitude, as long as you invited them, the Ministry of Propaganda wouldn’t miss out.

After all, it was also a rit for them.

After work, Song Guanchao got into his car and called Wu Qiangwei.

"Secretary, I have sothing to report to you."

He had restrained himself from calling imdiately, waiting for the evening.

"Co over."

"Secretary, have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Should I buy so dishes?"

"Mm."

Song Guanchao bought so marinated dishes and packed several others.

Upon arriving at the neighborhood, he went straight upstairs.

Wu Qiangwei had also just arrived ho not long ago. Song Guanchao arranged the warm dishes.

She didn’t look well, seemingly heavily affected by her nstrual cycle.

Wu Qiangwei picked up her bowl and chopsticks and said, "Go ahead."

"Let’s eat first; we can talk after the al."

"Secretary, eat more at."

Song Guanchao served her the dishes, but Wu Qiangwei said, "Don’t bother serving anymore, I don’t have much of an appetite."

Her appetite was poor; she only ate half a bowl of rice and barely touched the dishes.

He, on the other hand, had a good appetite, finishing his portion and then the rice she left behind.

Wu Qiangwei was both flushed and sowhat helpless. She always felt that Song Guanchao was probing her, inching closer to her boundaries.

Having eaten his fill, Song Guanchao packed up his belongings and stuffed them into his bag.

Seeing Wu Qiangwei with one hand on her stomach, and even though she didn’t show excruciating pain, her spirit seed quite poor.

Clearly, she was still experiencing so nstrual pain.

"Secretary, lie down, I’ll press on it for you."

This was not a question but a statent.

He walked to the washroom, "I’m going to wash my hands, Secretary, you change into sothing more comfortable."

Wu Qiangwei didn’t refuse, changed into pajamas, and when she returned to the sofa, Song Guanchao was already waiting with washed hands.

She lay down, and Song Guanchao gently lifted the pajama top from her stomach, placing his ward hands upon it.

While feeling the softness of Wu Qiangwei’s skin, Song Guanchao recounted the tasks Mayor Jiang had assigned him that day.

Of course, he didn’t ntion that he had already made calls, having been reminded by soone else and only then realizing it.

Otherwise, he would definitely be reprimanded.

Not only scolded but also possibly mocked.

"Do you think Mayor Jiang did it on purpose, Secretary?"

"I can’t be sure."

Wu Qiangwei couldn’t figure it out either.

Because this move was too crude, it didn’t seem like sothing an official of Jiang Yuan’s level would do.

Ultimately, Wu Qiangwei also thought that perhaps because it was Mayor Jiang’s first ti directing such an operation, a lack of experience led to this result.

Tonight, Wu Ming didn’t show up to disturb them, and Song Guanchao gave a satisfying press, working for nearly an hour.

The two kept talking about the case and didn’t feel the ti passing slowly.

"Alright, no need to press anymore."

Just then, Song Guanchao lifted his hand off, stood up, and said, "Secretary, I’m going to head back now."

At that mont, the mobile phone suddenly rang, it was Zhang ilin calling.

"It’s Secretary Zhang’s call." After informing Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao answered the phone in front of her, "Secretary Zhang, what’s the matter?"

"Lu Xiaotian’s grandmother passed away."

"What?"

His grandmother passed away, why tell ?

Zhang ilin said, "She passed away outside the New City Company building."

"When?"

"Today at noon."

"Is it related to New City Company?"

"It was a sudden myocardial infarction, a personal health issue. But before she died, she likely t with Chairman Liu."

Zhang ilin said, "She ca to see today first, wanting to take so money to persuade Chairman Liu and others to drop the lawsuit. She suddenly appeared at the New City Company building at noon, so I suspect she probably went to et Chairman Liu."

"Whether she t him or not, it shouldn’t really matter, should it?"

"It doesn’t, but after all, she died right outside their building. I’m thinking, should you have a word with Chairman Liu?"

"That’s not necessary." Song Guanchao imdiately refuted with a cold laugh, "It wouldn’t be nice to affect Chairman Liu’s mood."

He shared the sa view as Liu Lanzi, that elders who could raise soone like Lu Xiaotian surely bore so responsibility.

Even if Li Xianhua hadn’t taught him to do evil, she took advantage of Lu Yijiang’s forr position to help Lu Xiaotian network, secure business, and make ill-gotten gains.

For these actions alone, Song Guanchao would also say, "Good riddance."

After hanging up, Wu Qiangwei asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Lu Xiaotian’s grandmother passed away."

"Was it accidental?"

"Yeah."

"Should we inform Lu Xiaotian?"

"They should notify him."

It seed that Lu Xiaotian’s parents were no longer alive, so by both sentint and legal obligations, they should notify him of his grandmother’s sudden death.

At that ti.

The prison guard received the notification, found Lu Xiaotian’s cell, knocked on the iron door, and said, "Lu Xiaotian, your grandmother is dead."

Lu Xiaotian lay on the bed, eyes wide open, and suddenly heard this sentence. He was stunned and took quite so ti to process it.

My grandmother is dead?

Grandma...

Lu Xiaotian felt nothing; his first thought was, so what if she’s dead?

After a while, though, he thought, she was still my grandmother after all.

Yet, he couldn’t muster any sorrow.