Official Career Storm Chapter 707

Before getting off work, Song Guanchao received a ssage from Director He.

All contracts have been signed.

The land resettlent stage is complete.

The residents who said they couldn’t make it, upon hearing the ultimatum that without signing there’d be no demolition, all rushed back.

Director He realized he was wrong again.

He thought Song Guanchao was making a fuss, but seeing how these people rushed back and anxiously signed their nas, Song Guanchao guessed right again.

These guys were deliberately delaying.

Fortunately, in the end, everything was signed without a hitch.

After reporting to Song Guanchao, Director He imdiately contacted Golden Heaven and Earth and New City Company, informing them that demolition preparations could start tomorrow.

These two companies are responsible for not only the demolition, but also a series of issues including resident resettlent prior to demolition.

Those choosing cash need to wait for approval from the Finance Bureau.

Those choosing resettlent housing need multi-departntal approvals from entities like the National Developnt and Reform Commission, Housing and Construction Bureau, and Land Administration Bureau.

Those choosing hostead also need approval from relevant departnts.

All these procedures are handled by the two companies, with support from the project team.

After work, Zeng Li packed up and went downstairs with Wu Qiangwei.

Driving on the way to the complex, Wu Ming suddenly asked, "Xiao Li, are you free tonight?"

"Why? Are you asking out?"

Wu Qiangwei also looked over.

Wu Ming rolled his eyes: "Who wants to ask you out? So friends from Yanjing are here. Want to join us for dinner?"

"Who?"

"Li He, Zhao Qian, those folks."

"Li He? Sounds familiar, who is that?"

"Li Jiuling’s son."

"Oh, him." Zeng Li sneered, "Not going."

"Co on." Wu Ming said, "I have nothing to talk about with them alone. Besides, they’re coming from afar; we should at least act like half a host. Otherwise, word might get out that we don’t have manners."

Wu Qiangwei stayed silent; though she belonged to the sa generation, it was still different.

These folks are idle second-gens, with no real job, haven’t entered politics, nor taken over their parents’ businesses.

She’s already entered politics, technically should be considered as part of their parents’ generation.

Normally, if soone cos to Lingjiang, she’s supposed to host them.

But since they didn’t reach out to her and instead contacted Wu Ming, she doesn’t need to host them.

"So annoying, alright, I’ll go, stop talking."

Wu Ming kept urging, Zeng Li was annoyed, but agreed.

Wu Ming chuckled.

After dropping off Wu Qiangwei, he headed straight to the restaurant with Zeng Li.

By the ti they got to the restaurant, Li He and the others were already there.

"Wu Ming, long ti no see."

"Wow, Miss Zeng is here too."

Li He and his pals eagerly approached and gave a bear hug.

After hugging Wu Ming, they opened their arms to hug Zeng Li.

Zeng Li’s face was cold, Li He and the others awkwardly chuckled but dared not ss around.

They sat on the sofa chatting for a while, and then moved to the table.

Once the dishes were served, they asked the waiter to leave.

Wu Ming stared at their faces and said, "What’s up with you guys? Did you all collectively go to Korea for plastic surgery?"

A few of them looked embarrassed.

Zhao Qian made an excuse: "Don’t ntion it, took a tumble while skiing the other day."

"Skiing? It’s only September. What kind of skiing is that?"

"We skied abroad."

"Oh."

Wu Ming felt sothing was off, and he also heard about recent events in Yanjing, suspecting they might have been beaten.

However, this topic is sensitive to them, so he decided not to bring it up.

He didn’t, but Zeng Li was not so particular: "Heard you guys were beaten up at a charity gala recently?"

Li He and the others felt ashad, angry inside but couldn’t vent at her.

Her grandfather is still a commanding officer in the military, and her parents and relatives hold significant positions in military, politics, and business.

"Just a minor conflict."

Li He laughed it off and suddenly said: "By the way, I heard your sister is now a secretary in the city?"

"Yeah."

"Impressive."

With a complint, Li He asked again: "Being a secretary must be tough, right?"

Wu Ming shook his head: "Don’t ask , I don’t understand these things."

Li He replied with an "Oh" and continued: "I heard from my dad that being a leader requires a good secretary and driver. Your sister seems to be temporarily reassigned. Does she have a secretary?"

"Yeah."

"Who is it?"

"Why are you asking this? You don’t know him anyway."

"Just chatting casually, right?"

At this point, Liu Yuanchao’s grandson, Liu Guangyuan, said: "Is it Song Guanchao? I recently saw him on the news, heard he’s impressive."

"Yep, it’s him."

"So it is him!"

"Turns out it’s this guy; I saw the news too."

"Heard he can fly a plane and saved over a hundred people."

"Not only that, he knows how to use a sniper rifle and shot a criminal from hundreds of ters away, unbelievably impressive!"

Wu Ming was puzzled, what happened to these people?

Suddenly, they were showering praises on Song Guanchao.

Zeng Li watched smilingly, not exposing them.

Wu Ming didn’t know, but she did.

Apparently, these guys in Yanjing crossed paths with Song Guanchao and got a beating.

It seems there were other incidents afterward, but since they were too obscure, she didn’t know the specifics.

But their sudden arrival could hint at sothing.

These guys want to seize the opportunity to get closer to Song Guanchao.

Or perhaps, they want to do sothing for Song Guanchao so he rembers their favor.

But Zeng Li felt she should warn them.

These second-gens often do things unreliably; even when intending to do good, they ss it up.

She wouldn’t stop them but couldn’t let them affect Song Guanchao.

When Wu Ming went to the restroom, Zeng Li interrupted their conversation, saying: "You guys better behave in Lingjiang."

They were puzzled, Li He frowned: "Zeng Li, what do you an? Us coming to Lingjiang bothers you too?"

"Bothers?" Zeng Li sneered: "Wu Ming doesn’t know, does he think I don’t know either?"

"Song Guanchao is under my grandpa; I know him better than you."

"If you want to cozy up to Song Guanchao, I don’t care, but before doing anything, use your brains. Don’t ruin sothing good."

"If you end up affecting Song Guanchao, I’ll make you sorry!"

Hearing Zeng Li knew about the Yanjing incident, they felt embarrassed.

Thinking about their earlier performance made them feel like circus monkeys, awkward enough to dig a three-bedroom apartnt out of embarrassnt.

Fortunately, with Wu Ming’s return, they kept chatting but didn’t ntion Song Guanchao much.

After the al, on the way back, Zeng Li called Song Guanchao.

This kind of thing needs informing him.

No answer on the first call, and still none on the second.

She called seven or eight tis with no answer.

Checking the ti, it was not even eight o’clock, not likely he was sleeping.

Finally, the phone connected, Song Guanchao, panting, said: "What’s up?"

Upon hearing his breath, she imdiately thought of sothing, raising her brows and showing her little tiger teeth: "Are you having a roll in the hay with a woman?"