Official Career Storm

Neither you nor Wu Qiangwei have to pay?

Song Guanchao was a bit confused by what she meant.

He looked at Zeng Li with a face full of puzzlement: "Who will pay?"

Zeng Li put down her chopsticks and said, "The news that the con artist wants to sell to you is about an economic issue, and it will inevitably lead to some funds being transferred, right?"

Song Guanchao nodded.

Although he was still unclear about the specifics of Zheng Bihui's billion-dollar project.

But he already had a general direction.

It should be related to the newly established company today.

The preliminary guess is that it is a project similar to real estate development.

He just didn't know which place was to be developed.

However, there are only a few ways to scam people under the guise of real estate development.

It's nothing more than scamming the bank for a loan or defrauding government subsidies.

Wait a moment...

Song Guanchao seemed to think of something.

A look of sudden realization flashed in his eyes.

Zeng Li said, "Have you guessed it?"

"I've guessed it." Song Guanchao nodded.

He understood what Zeng Li meant.

The billion-dollar project is just a scam for money, and the scammer's goal is to cheat money.

Zheng Bihui doesn't know about this; only he knows.

Furthermore, if he wants to make a meritorious contribution, he must allow the scammer to continue scamming.

By the time the scammer transfers the money and Zheng Bihui realizes that something has gone wrong, it will be nearly impossible to recover the money.

However, Song Guanchao can!

Because he knew long ago that this group of people were scammers.

So he would make some preparations and keep an eye on the money taken by these scammers.

When the scam is exposed, he will step forward, take over the case, and turn the tide.

In other words, the money that the scammers swindled will be under his supervision the entire time.

As long as he wants, he can retrieve it at any time.

Zeng Li's suggestion was for him to take out ten million from the money scammed and use it as hush money for Tang Zhengqiang and others.

He thought about it for a few seconds and felt this plan was feasible.

After all, in dealing with such economic cases, no one can guarantee that all the scammed money can be recovered.

So even if Song Guanchao recovered a bit less than a few tens of millions to a billion, not only would no one dare criticize him, they would instead praise him to the skies.

After all, compared to the loss of tens of billions, losing just a few tens of millions or a billion almost doesn't even count as a loss.

"Girl, you're so smart!"

Song Guanchao pulled her into his arms and kissed her little mouth.

"Ugh, your mouth's all greasy, so gross!" Zeng Li pretended to dislike it, but her face was full of smiles: "Hmph, your brain is really dumb."

"Dumb?"

Song Guanchao said, "It's not that I'm dumb; it's that I've poured all my wisdom and intelligence into you."

"Pah! Pervert, lecher!"

Zeng Li blushed deeply; this guy spoke such saucy words.

"You've helped me so much; I should reward you properly."

Song Guanchao suddenly became serious, holding her and heading to the bathroom.

"You rascal, always bullying me."

Zeng Li knew what was about to happen, and deep inside, she was slightly looking forward to it; her body was trembling slightly with excitement.

Under the nightgown, the delicate area between her thighs secreted a tempting moistness.

After entering the bathroom, Song Guanchao put her down, gently took off her nightgown, but didn't rush into anything.

He stepped half a pace back, as if admiring a work of art, sweeping his gaze over her body inch by inch from top to bottom and back again.

This blatant, fiery gaze made Zeng Li shy beyond words.

She lightly stomped her foot, legs together, arms wrapped around her body, shyly saying, "Don't look!"

"So beautiful!"

Song Guanchao sincerely praised, turned on the hot water, and placed her under the shower, the warm water washing over her body, flowing slowly down her creamy skin, like a saintess.

Song Guanchao hooked his arm around her waist, kissed her earlobe, with his tongue sliding down her neck, as if he wanted to kiss every inch of her body.

The girl's body was extremely sensitive; after her initial experience, the most mysterious switch in her body was also turned on.

Now that she had tasted the joy, under his kisses, her body was incredibly stimulated, with images of their entwined moments during the day involuntarily surfacing in her mind.

When Song Guanchao kissed her lower abdomen, she couldn't help but moan, the slight fat on her lower belly adding a few more layers of voluptuousness and sensuality.

Song Guanchao lifted one of her legs, placed it on the toilet, squatted below, and kissed her delicate area.

"Ah~"

She felt she couldn't take it anymore, about to lose balance.

She hurriedly held onto Song Guanchao's shoulders, her sexy, graceful body uncontrollably trembling, shivering, her moans like sobs, arousing the craving within Song Guanchao's heart.

After going wild in the bathroom, they moved to the bed.

Though she usually displayed boldness and openness with Song Guanchao, she actually had no real experience, all just talk.

On the battlefield, she could only be at his mercy.

Especially when he turned her around, holding her little waist while kneeling on the bed, this position gave her a strong sense of shame.

Shameful, yet thrilling.

It was as if the moral defenses she'd always held firm suddenly crumbled.

"Buzz buzz~"

The phone at the bedside kept vibrating, and Zeng Li's clear voice at the moment sounded like a siren's chant.

Song Guanchao glanced at it, saw it was Jiang Yiren calling, and picked up the phone, "Don't speak."

He paused, waited for Zeng Li to stop making noises before answering.

"I've had dinner with him."

"Send me the address, I'll come pick you up."

Song Guanchao almost forgot about this.

Ending the call, he made a quick move, finishing quickly amidst Zeng Li's pleas.

Zeng Li's cheeks were flushed; she watched Song Guanchao hurriedly getting dressed and asked, "Who are you going to pick up?"

"Jiang Yiren."

"Hmph, you're flirting with beauties again!"

"I asked her to have dinner with Secretary Sun to probe for information, and I need to go ask about it."

Hearing this, Zeng Li understood his purpose: "Then come back quickly."

"What, want more?"

She lay on her side on the bed, the thin blanket only covering her waist and hips, vast expanses of snowy white exposed to the air, this half-covered state most enticing.

Hearing Song Guanchao's words, she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover herself: "No more."

Finally, she added, "Be gentle, don't be so rough."

Song Guanchao came over and kissed her forehead: "I won't mess with you, gotta work tomorrow."

Twenty minutes later, he rushed to the restaurant outside.

Jiang Yiren stood in the restaurant parking lot, wrapped in a coat, her small face a bit pale from the wind, who knows how long she had been standing there.

"Took care of something, I'm a bit late."

Song Guanchao explained, "Get in the car."

Jiang Yiren didn't get in, her face not looking great: "You said you'd pick me up right after I finished eating."

She thought Song Guanchao was nearby, so she kept waiting here, enduring almost half an hour of the cold wind.

Song Guanchao felt a bit guilty: "I really was handling some matters."

Jiang Yiren wouldn't listen to his explanation: "You just don't value me! Clearly, you asked for my help, but you don't take me seriously at all! You have no respect for me!"

Furious, she turned and walked away.

Song Guanchao knew he was in the wrong and grabbed her wrist, "Get in the car first, I'll explain."

She struggled but didn't break free, and eventually, half-pushed, half-pulled, she got in the car.

Sitting in the car, she looked at Song Guanchao with a blank expression.

Song Guanchao knew she was angry, and without a reasonable excuse, he wouldn't get past this.

So he put on a serious face and said, "What I'm about to tell you, only me, Secretary Qu, and Secretary Wu know."

"I trust you, that's why I'm telling you, and I hope you won't tell anyone else."

This made Jiang Yiren's face soften a bit: "Go ahead."