The Strongest Master Venturing Urban

Inside a tea house, Mei Ouchi and Ni Bo discussed the provincial TV station's competition for the channel director position.

Ni Bo, with a dark expression, said in disbelief.

"I really didn't expect Tu Kailong and Gu Lisha to both win!"

Tu Kailong and Ni Bo had always been at odds; his leaving Tianhai TV was not surprising.

But Gu Lisha was the deputy station director at Tianhai TV, and the two most acclaimed entertainment programs were entirely her brainchildren.

Ni Bo never expected that Gu Lisha, who was like his right arm, would choose to leave.

Seeing his enraged demeanor, Mei Ouchi continued.

"Chen Bin using his authority to nurture loyalists is completely understandable. But why would he go to such lengths to support an absolute buffoon?"

"That just means there has to be a connection, right? Are you really planning to let him get his way?"

"He's the station director; I can't do much about him within the TV station. But outside of it, that Chen guy won't be so arrogant!"

Watching Mei Ouchi's sly smile, Ni Bo looked somewhat puzzled.

"Are you sure your method will work?"

"Whether it works or not, we'll only know by trying."

The next morning, Chen Bin had just arrived at his office when he received a call from Feng Lei.

He asked Chen Bin to come over to report on his work.

When Chen Bin mentioned the competition for the channel director position, Feng Lei brought up Zhu Lang on his own.

"Zhu Lang has character issues; he absolutely cannot be allowed to work at the provincial TV station."

Chen Bin nodded. After leaving, he called Mao Bocheng to invite him to lunch that afternoon.

Mao Bocheng, already aware that Zhu Lang's interview hadn't gone well, immediately agreed.

At noon, the two met at the Yanxi Hotel.

Mao Bocheng asked directly, "So how did Zhu Lang's interview go, exactly?"

"Terribly! Besides me, practically no one agreed with him joining the provincial station."

Sighing, Mao Bocheng reluctantly asked.

"So you're saying that Zhu Lang joining the provincial TV station is completely out of the question?"

"Not necessarily. I could still push it through against the majority. But Director Feng of the provincial broadcasting bureau doesn't want me to do that, and that's quite troublesome."

It was only then that Mao Bocheng understood how tricky this situation was for Chen Bin.

He could only sigh, "Don't force it; if it won't work, just forget it."

"It's fine. As long as there's a sliver of hope, I'm going to try again. But what's strange is, how did Zhu Lang's issue end up involving Feng Lei? Could they be at odds with each other?"

"That's unlikely. Zhu Lang hardly ever comes to Tianhai and shouldn't have offended Feng Lei."

"Could it be that Feng Lei knows Zhu Lang is your guy and is doing this on purpose?"

After mulling it over, Mao Bocheng still shook his head.

"Even that doesn't make sense. I hardly have any dealings with Feng Lei, let alone any reason to cross him."

Sighing, Chen Bin wore a perplexed expression of incomprehension.

"This is truly strange. Why does he oppose Director Zhu joining the provincial TV station?"

At the same time, Zuo Kai used a spare key to quietly unlock Lan Moke's apartment.

Entering the bedroom, he quickly installed a hidden camera in the ceiling light.

Once everything was in place, he even took out his phone to test the camera's functionality.

After confirming there were no issues, he left feeling satisfied.

Three days later, the camera captured a vivid scene of Chen Bin and Lan Moke in the heat of passion.

Staring at the video on his phone, Zuo Kai became so excited his face turned red.

In his mind, if he could handle this opportunity well, he would be set for life!

But it wasn't long before Zuo Kai hit a roadblock.

How could he ensure absolute safety while getting the money?

After thinking it over for hours, he finally devised a flawless plan.

That morning, Chen Bin arrived at his office and found an envelope on his desk.

Upon opening it, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Mr. Chen, I know all about your affairs with Lan Moke. As her godfather, you surely wouldn't want this matter to blow up, would you?"

After reading the letter, Chen Bin inspected the return address outside.

However, it was completely blank.

Staring at the letter's contents, Chen Bin's face darkened with worry.

After thinking it through, he concluded that the only person who could have written the letter was Lan Moke.

After all, their godfather arrangement wasn't something anyone else could possibly know about.

If it really was Lan Moke, why would she do this?

Could it be an attempt at blackmail?

Even someone like Chen Bin, who had weathered decades in politics, couldn't remain perfectly calm after receiving such a letter.

If the sender indeed had footage and leaked it, it would spell total disaster!

The entire day, Chen Bin's mood was drenched in unease.

By the time he clocked out in the evening, he decided to call Lan Moke.

"Dear daughter, do you have time tonight? I'd like to come over for dinner."

On the other end of the line, Lan Moke sounded surprised and delighted.

"Really? That's wonderful! Godfather, I'll be waiting for you at home."

Hanging up, a thread of doubt emerged in Chen Bin's mind.

If Lan Moke had really sent the letter, how could she act as if nothing had happened?

After work, Chen Bin drove straight to Lan Moke's home.

He knocked, entered the apartment, and was immediately greeted by Lan Moke throwing herself into his arms with joy.

"Welcome, Godfather!"

Chen Bin said nothing, secretly observing Lan Moke's expressions.

She showed no signs of unusual behavior, just as cheerful as always, kneeling to change his shoes for him.

Then, standing up, Lan Moke reached out and rubbed Chen Bin's dragon through his pants.

"Godfather, you go relax; I still have food cooking in the kitchen!"

Chen Bin nodded and walked into the bedroom, carefully inspecting his surroundings.

He found nothing out of the ordinary.

Opening the bedside table drawer, he noticed the condoms had been tampered with.

But as far as Chen Bin could recall, he had never been in the habit of using condoms.

Returning to the living room, he sat at the dining table as Lan Moke brought over the dishes.

"Godfather, try this fish. I made it especially for you."

Using his chopsticks, Chen Bin picked up a piece and tasted it.

"Not bad; it's very flavorful."

"Here's some cucumber salad too. I seasoned it just the way you like."

As she spoke, Lan Moke added a large portion of cucumber to Chen Bin's plate.

He was about to take a bite but eventually sighed instead.

"Moke, I have something to ask you, and you must answer truthfully."

"Alright."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Lan Moke was utterly unprepared for this question from Chen Bin.

Not knowing his intentions, she was momentarily unsure of how to respond.

Chen Bin stared into her eyes intently, his face stern.

"I hate being lied to. Just tell me the truth…"