Official Career Storm

Between clever people, there's no need to speak too clearly; sometimes just a glance can convey the intended meaning.

Clearly, Yao Lian understood Song Guanchao's intention.

After leaving the number, Song Guanchao and his three companions drove away.

Yao Lian got into the car but didn't return. Instead, he drove around aimlessly.

He chose to cooperate with Song Guanchao for a simple reason: he felt Song Guanchao was more promising than Zhou Xin.

How did Zhang Jie know he was investigating the case?

Obviously, Song Guanchao took the initiative to find Zhang Jie.

It's worth noting that he previously had conflicts with Yan Han.

Despite the conflict, he managed to meet Zhang Jie and successfully collaborated with her.

Whether in courage or ability, he's top-notch.

At least in his view, in this aspect, Zhou Xin and Song Guanchao are worlds apart.

After all, on the surface he maintains a friendly relationship with Zhou Xin, while secretly staying in touch with Song Guanchao.

Offending neither side, yet keeping a good relationship with both, why not?

...

In the car, Cheng Xiang leaned back against the seat, arms folded, feigning sleep.

His evaluation of Song Guanchao was already high, but he felt it wasn't high enough; perhaps he should adjust his view further.

Chen Yirou was also contemplating the recent meeting between Song Guanchao and Yao Lian.

In the Youth Class, the trainees were quite shrewd, able to see through surface matters easily.

Song Guanchao demonstrated remarkable maturity and sophistication in managing interpersonal relationships.

Clearly intended Zhang Jie to pressure and warn the opponent, yet managed to maintain a friendly relationship afterwards.

At least Chen Yirou thought, if it were her, she wouldn't have chosen to meet Yao Lian, let alone planting Yao Lian as a mole beside Zhou Xin.

She glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing Song Guanchao resting with his eyes closed.

During their time together, her impression of Song Guanchao hadn't changed much.

Until this practicum, from yesterday to today, in just two days, Song Guanchao's various performances have brought about a great change in her impression.

It allowed her to rediscover this man.

Even she hadn't realized that she had grown curious about Song Guanchao.

Once a woman becomes curious about a man, it often leads to downfall.

But Chen Yirou, being inside, wasn't aware of this.

Soon, they arrived at the neighborhood where the four young people were residing.

After parking the car, Song Guanchao said, "I'll go take a look."

He walked over, peered through the balcony, and saw a wrecked living room with the four young men sprawled lazily, yet to awaken.

Song Guanchao returned to the car and said, "They're still sleeping; let's wait a bit."

Cheng Xiang asked, "Old Song, are you planning to search their house once they leave?"

Song Guanchao nodded, "I need to confirm they truly have drugs at home."

Then he continued, "You all have tasks today too."

Cheng Xiang showed interest, "What task?"

After all, they were a team. They couldn't let Song Guanchao do everything while they simply spectate.

Though sitting back and winning is enjoyable, they weren't the kind to sit and enjoy the fruits.

Song Guanchao said, "Once they're gone, select two people to follow them by car. I need to know their whereabouts."

"No problem, leave that task to me!" Cheng Xiang nodded.

Jiang Yiren also said, "I'll go with him."

Song Guanchao nodded, rolled down the window, and pulled out a cigarette.

Just about to light it, he noticed Chen Yirou watching him.

He sighed, pushed the car door open, and crouched outside to smoke.

Around ten in the morning, those young men came out.

"Lucky enough, all four came out."

Song Guanchao said, "Old Chen and I will go down; Yiren, you two follow them. If they return midway, call me immediately."

"Alright."

The four divided their tasks clearly, Song Guanchao and Chen Yirou immediately got out of the car.

Jiang Yiren started the vehicle, Cheng Xiang watched the four men and guided her.

As the car slowly drove away, Song Guanchao said, "I'll go in and have a look; you just wait for me somewhere."

"I'll go with you."

"As you wish."

Song Guanchao quickly headed toward the unit building.

He didn't go to the front door but straight to the balcony.

He'd noticed yesterday that the balcony window wasn't locked.

Presumably their brains were harmed by drugs, lacking even basic security awareness.

He quickly scanned around, ensured no one was nearby, pulled the window, and climbed in.

Chen Yirou was stunned, expecting Song Guanchao to pick the lock and enter through the front; instead, he climbed through a window…

She hesitated momentarily, then followed through the window.

Song Guanchao felt slightly speechless, wondering why she bothered.

But he only thought it, didn't voice it.

He knew Chen Yirou intended to offer some help.

Not only Chen Yirou but also Cheng Xiang were rising stars in official circles, not necessarily less capable than Song Guanchao.

Expecting them to do nothing, waiting for Song Guanchao alone to act, would be mentally disheartening, something they couldn't accept.

Moreover, they were quite skilled; the lack of opportunity to shine this time was primarily due to the professional nature of case solving.

It's like asking an athlete to drive a race car; although both are professional athletes, training differs, hence performance isn't guaranteed.

"Put these on."

As she climbed over, Song Guanchao handed disposable shoe covers and gloves.

Chen Yirou accepted them with surprise.

She hadn't seen Song Guanchao buying them, didn't know when he prepared these.

His preparedness in details was truly comprehensive.

Having donned the shoe covers, Chen Yirou followed him into the living room.

The apartment wasn't large, with rather old-fashioned furnishings—just a sofa, a coffee table, and the TV screen was shattered.

The living room felt chaotic but unexpectedly not too dirty.

Song Guanchao started searching through the coffee table drawers and anywhere items might be hidden.

Just then, Chen Yirou's phone suddenly rang loudly.

Song Guanchao paused, turning to her, "Set your phone to silent mode."

"Yeah, alright."

Chen Yirou felt somewhat embarrassed.

Though nobody was in the apartment, and despite Song Guanchao's tone being non-critical, her small oversight seemed much enlarged against Song Guanchao's overly professional stance, making her feel like she was holding him back.

"It's Cheng Xiang's call."

Chen Yirou spoke quickly and picked up, "Hello, Cheng Xiang, what's up?"

"Old Song is in the house already, right? Hurry and find him, get him out! A woman just returned suddenly!"

"What?" Chen Yirou was taken aback, immediately said, "Understood!"

After hanging up, Chen Yirou nervously said, "Someone's back!"

Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, checked his phone, and found several missed calls.

He felt a bit embarrassed, having told Chen Yirou to set it to silent but missed his own calls due to silence…

"Let's go." Song Guanchao pocketed his phone, and they headed back to the balcony.

Just then.

"Ka-thunk."

The sound of the door unlocking came from the entrance.