Official Career Storm

When Song Guanchao saw the incoming call from Wu Qiangwei, he was extremely surprised.

The secretary actually took the initiative to call me!

He quickly composed himself, coughed a couple of times to clear his throat, and only then did he answer the call.

"Secretary."

"Are you finished with class?"

"Today is a practical class."

"Practicing what?"

Song Guanchao told her the contents of the practical class in as much detail as possible, wishing he could stretch a one-minute explanation into ten minutes.

Wu Qiangwei was somewhat surprised, responded with an "oh," and suddenly asked, "What are your plans after the Youth Class training ends?"

This question left Song Guanchao a bit stunned.

After the training ends, of course he would go back to continue his role as District Chief.

What else could he do?

He was just about to speak when he suddenly felt, this isn't right!

Wu Qiangwei wouldn't ask such a clear question for no reason.

If that's the case, then this isn't the answer she wants.

But, what else can he do other than being a District Chief?

Song Guanchao couldn't understand for a moment what Wu Qiangwei's purpose in asking this question was.

Since he couldn't think of an answer that would satisfy her, he decided to throw the question back.

"What are your plans, Secretary?"

Wu Qiangwei slightly curled her lips; this guy really was as astute as ever.

"My next step might be to take a post in the Provincial City." She said casually.

Song Guanchao was startled: "Are you getting a promotion, Secretary?"

"Perhaps."

She didn't give a very clear answer.

Before the official appointment comes down, anything unexpected can still happen.

Song Guanchao's thoughts were stirred, quickly leading to some speculations.

Her sudden inquiries about himself, could it be that she hopes he would follow her to the Provincial City?

Yes, that must be it!

"I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"Nothing," said Song Guanchao, "Secretary, I have matters to handle."

"Hmm, you go ahead then."

Wu Qiangwei was secretly annoyed, what on earth does this bastard understand but won't say.

Deliberately keeping her in suspense, teasing her curiosity.

Making this call ended up making her feel even more melancholic.

She didn't get the answer she wanted.

She chuckled at herself, feeling that perhaps she was being overly idealistic about things.

Song Guanchao is an individual; he has his own thoughts and his own path to follow.

How could he give up his already planned path just for her?

Moreover, she never revealed her feelings to Song Guanchao.

With such ambiguity, such vagueness, no one could possibly continue to persist.

Wu Qiangwei's mood, which had been excited due to Secretary Gao's phone call, quietly subsided at this moment.

...

After hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao immediately headed to Wen Ru's office.

"Knock-knock."

"Come in."

Wen Ru looked up, and seeing it was Song Guanchao, she was a bit surprised.

"District Chief Song, what's up?"

Song Guanchao gently closed the door, walked over, and said: "Political Commissioner Wen, I've thought it over carefully, and I feel that since this is the practical class assigned to us by the Party School, I shouldn't decline."

"Let me take on the task of liaising with those drug traffickers."

His sudden change of mind, the completely opposite attitude from before, left Wen Ru very perplexed.

Wen Ru didn't quite understand why he had changed his mind.

However, this was a good thing.

She didn't dig deeper, as everyone has their little secrets.

"It's good that District Chief Song has such a thought."

Wen Ru smiled as she took out a list and handed it over.

"This includes individuals vending goods in the Provincial City, as well as some of the forces behind them."

"Our goal is not to make arrests, but to find that buyer, and try not to alert them to our actions."

"Got it, I understand."

Without needing her reminder, Song Guanchao knew better than anyone what to do.

His experience in this area could even surpass that of the anti-drug police.

Song Guanchao picked up the list, which included passport-sized photos, names, ages, and the forces behind them.

Extremely detailed.

"Don't tell too many people about this matter."

She didn't say not to tell anyone, because after all, Song Guanchao needed some help too.

"Rest assured, Political Commissioner Wen."

Song Guanchao folded the list.

Wen Ru said: "Your expenses during this period can be reimbursed by me directly, no receipts needed."

Song Guanchao asked: "Can it be advanced?"

"How much do you need?"

"Take fifty thousand yuan first."

After all, how can he be expected to spend his own money while helping the police?

Wen Ru took out her phone and said: "Send me your account details."

Song Guanchao provided his account, and moments later, fifty thousand yuan was credited.

"If you run out of money, let me know."

"Political Commissioner Wen, you're decisive." Song Guanchao grinned.

It's known that taking out money officially is a complicated process, requiring multiple approvals, and even then the finance department might stall you.

Someone like Wen Ru, who makes the advance payment herself, is very rare.

Perhaps she was accustomed to Song Guanchao's usual serious demeanor, but this sudden change felt like meeting him for the first time.

"Political Commissioner Wen, I'll head over first."

Song Guanchao grasped the list, waved to her, and pushed open the door to leave.

As he passed by three people, Song Guanchao said: "Let's go."

The three quickly followed him.

Others glanced over to see what was happening.

"He went to Political Commissioner Wen's office, and when he came out he was holding something."

Someone noticed the item in his hand.

Zhou Xin squinted, curious about what Song Guanchao and Wen Ru had talked about.

That afternoon, he had gone to Wen Ru's office twice.

Not everyone has that privilege.

To anyone with eyes, it was clear that Wen Ru's attitude towards Song Guanchao was completely different from that towards others.

Most people felt envy or jealousy; a few felt a sense of urgency.

They could see that the information Song Guanchao had was clearly more than what they had.

This case was very likely to be solved by Song Guanchao.

A case worthy of forming a task force, not to mention how the Party School views Song Guanchao; the merits of the case itself would be a significant highlight on his career record.

"Damn it."

Zhou Xin muttered a curse under his breath.

He had taken the initiative to join Song Guanchao's group but was rejected by him.

This made him very upset.

But lacking the other's capabilities, there was nothing he could do about it.

...

"Old Song, where are we headed?"

Cheng Xiang noticed that his entire demeanor had completely changed from before.

Before, he had no direction, but now he clearly had a thought-out plan and knew what needed to be done.

What does this mean?

It means he had probably come up with a way to crack the case, holding onto information that even the police didn't have.

Song Guanchao said: "To the Provincial Development and Reform Commission."

"Huh?"

The three were taken aback.

"What are we going there for?"

"To meet someone."

Song Guanchao didn't explain further, tossed the car keys to Chen Yirou, and got into the backseat.

After closing the door, he searched through his contacts and quickly found Ji Lin's number.

"Mr. Ji, are you busy?"

Song Guanchao's relaxed voice fell on Ji Lin's ears, making him a little uneasy.

What is this guy calling me for?