Chapter 1857

Chapter 1857: Chapter 1857

If the one orchestrating the situation is a competitor of Fengliang Company, just paying to silence the journalist might not work.

What they aim for isn’t your one million, but to make your company collapse.

Once Fengliang Company collapses, the market share it occupies will be vacant.

His concerns are valid, reasonable, and there’s a significant possibility this is the case.

At any rate, he doesn’t believe a minor journalist would dare to be so bold as to tamper with a food company’s production line.

Nor does he believe a minor journalist has such capabilities.

"Director Song, do you think we should inform Mayor Wu and ask him to notify Secretary Zhou?"

Zhou Xingjian felt the matter was beyond their capabilities, and thought it best if Secretary Zhou found a way to inform the gala’s responsible party.

Deliver gifts as appropriate, as long as there are no issues at the gala.

"Yes, I know how to handle it." Song Guanchao nodded, and opened the car door.

Back at the city government, Song Guanchao went straight to Wu Qiangwei’s office, greeted Shu Xue, and then walked in.

He reported the findings from these days of investigation, but didn’t mention the troubles Fengliang Company was facing.

He can handle this matter himself, without bothering Wu Qiangwei.

Moreover, it’s not suitable to tell her.

If he does, then when the issue is resolved, it would be difficult for Song Guanchao to explain.

After returning to his office, Song Guanchao pulled out Lin Wanqiu’s number.

She is a journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda, and frequently interacts with CCTV journalists.

Song Guanchao explained the situation and asked her to inquire with the 315 Gala people who might be able to help.

"My status isn’t significant enough; you should have Director Jiang intervene." A colleague from the Ministry of Propaganda knew she knew Minister Tang from the Ministry of Public Security, but CCTV wouldn’t know that.

It’s hardly appropriate for her to shout that she knows Minister Tang.

Song Guanchao thought about it, exchanged a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Instead of rushing to contact Jiang Wangshan, he called President Huang.

Originally, he planned to have Lin Wanqiu step in, but since her influence isn’t large enough, Jiang Wangshan’s intervention might also be ineffective.

After all, a Vice Director of the Police Department cannot control CCTV.

The respect given is all based on their mood.

This kind of thing needs someone at the mayoral level.

That’s why he’s prepared to contact Chen Bolli.

But since Chen Bolli is going to step in, he might as well resolve the matter completely by asking Chen Bolli to find out what’s going on with that journalist.

After dialing, Song Guanchao asked, "President Huang, what’s the journalist’s name?"

"Li Zhengyi."

Song Guanchao barely suppressed a laugh; to take such a righteous name yet engage in such conduct.

"Is it his real name?"

"Not sure."

"Do you have a photo?"

"No."

"Send me his phone number."

After obtaining Li Zhengyi’s name and number, Song Guanchao dialed Jiang Wangshan’s number.

"Brother Song, how come you have time to contact me?"

"Director Jiang, help me check a person, most likely someone from your side in Beijing. His name is Li Zhengyi, and he should be an undercover journalist for the 315 Gala; I’ll send you his phone number later."

"Alright, wait for my call."

About ten minutes later, Jiang Wangshan called back, showing how important Song Guanchao’s matter was to him.

"Checked, indeed a CCTV journalist."

Song Guanchao breathed a sigh of relief, seems it is his real name.

This guy really dares, not using an alias, directly showing his real name, how flamboyant.

"Did this journalist offend you?" Jiang Wangshan asked.

Song Guanchao explained the situation, and Jiang Wangshan said, "Dare to go so far, quite bold. But this issue is also not small; it seems someone is instructing him behind the scenes."

Indeed, as a seasoned Public Security officer, his instincts are sharp.

"I’m worried about this, fearing the other side accepted payment, yet still reports at the gala."

"Consult Mayor Chen." Jiang Wangshan said.

"That was my plan."

"Shall I help you contact him?"

"Yes, brief Mayor Chen about the situation and ask him to help relay a message at the gala."

"No problem, I’ll pass on the message." Jiang Wangshan was quite cheerful; lately, Song Guanchao’s matters have allowed him to show face several times.

"By the way." Jiang Wangshan asked, "Do you want me to capture and interrogate the journalist?"

"Interrogate him; I need to know who’s instructing him."

"Wait for my good news."

...

Lately, Chen Bolli has been overwhelmed by the 315 Gala.

For the past half a month, leaders from all over the country have been calling, hoping he would extend some courtesy and speak with the gala’s leadership to remove their city’s companies that have been reported from the gala list.

This kind of situation occurs every year, driving Chen Bolli crazy.

But being in his position, he must bear these troubles.

Faced with those with little connection, he complains about his struggles, and upon hearing this, they understand he doesn’t want to help, feeling regretful but unable to insist.

Some who came through connections, he couldn’t refuse politely, only saying he’d ask the gala leadership, but couldn’t guarantee they’d be removed.

However, this year’s gala leadership has changed, and this individual is notoriously ill-tempered in the television industry, but undeniably capable. Moreover, no one in the television station wanted to take up the gala this year, as it really offends people.

But this person voluntarily accepted it.

Not only accepted it, he even declared that once on the list, no amount of pleading could remove them.

Even if the City Secretary comes, it would be useless.

Everyone thought he was bragging, yet when Chen Bolli visited him, he was genuinely rejected.

Not only rejected, but left Chen Bolli embarrassed and unable to leave the scene, which was immensely awkward.

In frustration, Chen Bolli’s phone rang again, seeing it was Jiang Wangshan calling, he answered.

"Mayor Chen, there’s a matter I need to trouble you with." Jiang Wangshan said directly.

"Go ahead."

"I have a local friend, their city’s company has been targeted by the 315 undercover journalist..."

"Stop." Chen Bolli put his hand to his forehead and said, "Don’t tell me about the gala affairs; I can’t manage it."

He really doesn’t want to see the gala leader’s sour face again.

Jiang Wangshan was stunned for two seconds, he asked, "Aren’t you curious who my friend is?"

Chen Bolli asked, "Song Guanchao?"

"Heh heh, Mayor Chen guessed correctly on the first try."

"..." Chen Bolli sighed, "This year’s gala, I’m afraid I really can’t handle it."

"Really? You can’t even manage it?"

You’re the Vice Mayor!

For the chair of a gala, to dare be so bold?

Without explaining, Chen Bolli said, "Tell me the details first, I’ll think of a solution; if all else fails, I’ll find someone else."

Since it’s a request from Song Guanchao, even if he can’t resolve it, he must try to find a way.