The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

"Chuan, you have to think of a way for me!" Zhou Kai immediately fixed his round eyes on Lin Chuan.

"Why?" Lin Chuan laughed: "This burden is what you wanted to take on by yourself."

"Damn it, do I have a choice?" Zhou Kai grinned: "They are all brothers from the same factory, I can't not help. If I don't help them, they'll become scum of society sooner or later. I can't just watch them go down."

Lin Chuan took a drag of his cigarette. Zhou Kai was right, looking at the current trend, it wouldn't be long before these guys would start committing crimes.

"Here's what you do, start rallying them up." Lin Chuan spoke, "Let them find ways to get business. Although only having two rear eight-wheelers is few, without business, those trucks can't create value."

"Okay!" Zhou Kai nodded, hesitantly adding, "But there's no operational funds, shouldn't I give them some living expenses each month?"

"Let's tentatively set it at one thousand." Lin Chuan looked at Zhou Kai and asked, "How much is left from the hundred thousand last time?"

"Still sixty thousand." Zhou Kai quickly replied.

"That's enough." Lin Chuan stubbed out his cigarette butt, exhaling the last puff of smoke: "That should last for two months. In these two months, rotate a few people to drive the two rear eight-wheelers, they should at least make over a hundred thousand, right?"

"Really that much?" A hundred thousand was an astronomical figure to Zhou Kai.

"Definitely!" Lin Chuan nodded.

......

As the morning passed, after lunch, Lin Chuan decided to visit the City Committee to check the situation. Driving the Porsche, Lin Chuan felt uncomfortable, as the car didn't match his identity. Going out, people often mistook him for a driver, and even the security guards at the gate of the City Committee stared at him. Most importantly, refueling costs nearly a thousand each time, which he couldn't bear anymore. Lin Chuan was thinking about when to sell the car to Long Wu. Isn't that kid always wanting to take back his own seat?

Inside the City Committee lounge, it was still smoky with people playing cards and bullfighting.

The arrival of Lin Chuan made everyone unintentionally stop their ongoing activities. Song Wen and Song Wu simultaneously turned to look at Lin Chuan. Their hostile looks didn't make Lin Chuan uncomfortable.

"Yo, everyone is here?" Lin Chuan smiled and then handed out cigarettes to everyone.

It's rare for someone to hit a smiling face, and probably no one dared to hit Lin Chuan. However, no one dared to take Lin Chuan's cigarettes either. A tall skinny guy took a cigarette from Lin Chuan.

"Hmph!" Song Wu snorted coldly.

The tall skinny guy's hand trembled, causing the cigarette to drop to the ground. He turned red. He didn't know whether to pick it up or leave it.

"Pick it up." Lin Chuan coldly watched him.

The tall skinny guy hurriedly bent over. At that moment, Song Wu stood up: "Don't pick it up."

The tall skinny guy was stunned, remaining bent over. Seeing that the situation was heading in the wrong direction, Luo Guoqing quickly intervened to mediate: "Hey, we're all colleagues from the same department, why make it so unpleasant?"

Luo Guoqing hurriedly picked up the cigarette and handed it to the tall skinny guy, saying, "Xu Liang, don't let down Lin Chuan's kindness."

"I... I…" Xu Liang, fearful and timid, wore a pair of black-framed glasses. Though he was recommended by acquaintances, among everyone, he probably had the thinnest background and the least resources. Therefore, he always followed the principle of not causing trouble or provoking incidents. He originally wriggled his way in under Song Wen's watch.

"Luo Guoqing, who are you to speak here?" Song Wen bellowed: "What are you, a dog?!"

"You!" Having been a soldier, Luo Guoqing had a streak of toughness in him, although he had always been submissive, there comes a day for explosion: "Say it again if you dare."

"Shit, calling you a dog is already giving you face, giving Minister Luo face." Song Wen disdainfully said: "Don't be shameless."

"Damn it." Luo Guoqing finally erupted, picking up a folding chair nearby and smashing it over Song Wen's head.

Song Wen, usually thinking Luo Guoqing was meek and compliant, was caught off guard and immediately knocked to the ground with his head bleeding. Seeing his brother being bullied, Song Wu couldn't stand it and also picked up a folding chair to smash it towards Luo Guoqing.

Luo Guoqing defending against two, the scene was very brutal.

Upon hearing that someone was being beaten in the lounge, a group of leaders hurried in, and this intervention prevented a potential fatality.

"What happened here?" Vice Secretary Song hurried over, knowing that it must have been his nephews causing trouble again.

Coming along with Song Ming were several other government leaders, including the leader from the organization department. He stood among the crowd silent. In theory, all government personnel work should be managed by the organization department, but in reality, the appointments and dismissals are controlled by the City Secretary and the Executive Vice Secretary. Ultimately, this position determined one's foundational base. The more people he promoted, the more stable his foundation. In Jiangbei City, Song Ming almost controlled the entire system's personnel appointments, and being this Vice Secretary was much more comfortable than being the Secretary.

"Uncle..." Song Wen said with an aggrieved look, holding his bleeding head.

"Shut up!" Song Ming glared at the two, his incompetent nephews had caused him endless worries. Many leaders in the City Committee had complaints about these two thoughtless fellows, but since they were Song Ming's relatives, no one dared to speak out. Song Ming was aware of all this and had initially wanted to promote these two nephews, but they were truly disappointing, like trying to support wet clay.

The person who introduced Luo Guoqing was a deputy director of the Publicity Department, who theoretically had a strong enough backing. However, even that was not stronger than Song Ming. The deputy director was also present, but he could only remain silent, not daring to make a sound. In the officialdom, standing on the wrong team has severe consequences.

Song Ming glanced at the resting room and said, "Let this matter end here, no one pursues anyone's responsibility."

"Uncle!" Song Wen and Song Wu were not willing to let it go. This time the two had suffered greatly, as Luo Guoqing was the first to assault them and even used a chair to beat them bloody. When the brothers fought back, a group of leaders arrived.

"Enough, come back to the office with me." Song Ming's voice was firm, his eyebrows forming a 'Chuan' character. The Song brothers shrank their necks, knowing that when Vice Secretary Song showed this expression, it meant he was angry. The two could only obediently follow Song Ming to his office.

After Song Ming left, the other leaders dispersed as well, knowing that this incident would likely end without further consequences. The deputy director of the Publicity Department remained standing there.

"Old Li, I'm sorry," Luo Guoqing said to him with an ugly smile.

Luo Guoqing's head was also bleeding, and as he held his head, Vice Minister Li looked at him and patted his shoulder, saying, "It's nothing."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." Luo Guoqing smiled, "I'll resign tomorrow."

"What are you talking about?" Vice Minister Li glared at Luo Guoqing and said, "After all, we are comrades from the same class, I can handle this little issue for you."

After speaking, Vice Minister Li turned and left.

At that moment, two people walked over to Luo Guoqing in the resting room: "Old Luo, you shouldn't have fallen out with them."

"Yeah, everything was fine, and now you've invited trouble."

Luo Guoqing smiled and said, "Falling out was just a matter of time. I've had enough of staying in this damned place."

The others looked on with schadenfreude; anyone who offended the Song brothers probably wouldn't have an easy time in the future. There used to be many tough people here, and their ends were quite miserable, either being plagued out or left disabled. They anticipated that Old Luo's end would be quite bitter too.

Lin Chuan patted Luo Guoqing's shoulder and then said, "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

"Me too."

"Me as well!"

The two who had just spoken unhesitatingly stood by Luo Guoqing's side. Luo Guoqing smiled and said, "You two better stay out of this. There's no point offending these two for no reason. Lin Chuan and I are already past the point of no return."

"So what?" Li Minghua scoffed, "Old Luo is right, it's better to break early rather than late."

"What can we do?" Luo Guoqing asked.

"I think let our silence handle the motion," Lin Chuan responded, "Let's see what their next move is. We don't provoke trouble, but we absolutely don't fear it either."

"Exactly, we don't start trouble but we definitely aren't afraid of it," Luo Guoqing and the others nodded in agreement.

......

In Song Ming's office, Song Wen and Song Wu were covered in blood, hanging their heads, standing in front of Song Ming's desk.

"What about you two?" Song Ming loosened his Zhongshan suit revealing a pale yellow gown underneath, which was handcrafted by Suzhou Jinxiumaofang. This kind of silk gown costs about three to five thousand, and he had a whole closet of such gowns among various other silk fabrics. Song Ming glared at them, and said, "Aren't you two usually very capable? How come you suffered a loss today?"

"He started hitting first," Song Wen said aggrievedly.

"Can't you fight back?" Song Ming was furious and tapped Song Wen's head, saying, "How many times have I told you not to be incompetent? You represent me, how could you lose the fight?"

"Uncle, it was a sneak attack, we were caught off guard!" Song Wu hurriedly explained.

"Sneak attack?" Song Ming said disdainfully, "You don't understand Luo Guoqing, but don't I? He's such an honest guy, he wouldn't initiate a sneak attack unless you provoked him, would he?"

"This..." Song Wen hung his head, unable to speak.

"Tell me, what happened this time." Song Ming relaxed a bit, then sat down beside them. He took out a jade cigarette holder from his pocket.