Chapter 1873

Chapter 1873: Chapter 1873

The designated driver drove the car into the underground parking lot of the complex, and Song Guanchao paid the fare and went home to wash up first.

Just after kissing and hugging Jiang Yiren, her scent was all over him.

Women’s noses are the most sensitive, and he didn’t want Wu Qiangwei to catch a whiff of it later.

After cleaning up and changing into clothes that were easy to take off, Song Guanchao headed to Wu Qiangwei’s home.

They lived in the same complex, making it incredibly convenient to meet.

He sent a message in advance, and when he reached the door, he sent another message, and within seconds, the door opened.

Wu Qiangwei wore a light pink home dress, her long hair smooth, her fair snow-white neck exposed light blue veins. Song Guanchao didn’t dare imagine how fragrant she must be.

Probably knowing what was about to happen, Wu Qiangwei’s gaze was a bit evasive, avoiding eye contact with him. She opened the door and turned around to walk inside.

Song Guanchao gently closed the door, kicked off his shoes, and chased after her without saying a word, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

At the moment of embrace, the woman in his arms trembled slightly, her voice trembling as well, "You..."

Song Guanchao didn’t give her a chance to play hard-to-get; he reached out his head and kissed her from the side, causing her body to lose strength and completely soften.

Song Guanchao moved from the back to the front and reached below, lifting her by the buttocks to carry her toward the sofa.

Seeing he had no intention of going into the room and seemed to want to do it on the sofa, Wu Qiangwei quickly pushed him away, spat out his tongue, and said, "The curtains aren’t drawn."

Song Guanchao turned his head to look; indeed, they weren’t drawn. He thought to himself that his preparations were lacking.

"Go to the room," Wu Qiangwei said.

Alright, then to the room.

Song Guanchao temporarily changed course and walked into the room.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and there was even a small umbrella prepared on the bedside.

Seeing Song Guanchao staring at the small umbrella on the bedside table and chuckling, Wu Qiangwei gently hit his shoulder, "No laughing!"

"Okay, no laughing." Song Guanchao put her down, grabbed his pants, and pulled them down. Her white thighs swayed, stirring up Song Guanchao’s emotions.

He let out a strange howl and, embarrassed, went to undo her buttons.

Half an hour later, the storm had quieted down, and Song Guanchao lay on his side, his fingers wandering over her tender skin, and he spoke about the evening dinner gathering.

Upon learning he sent Jiang Zhengdong to Gusu City, Wu Qiangwei asked, "Was it Governor Qu who introduced you to the Jiang Family?"

"Governor Qu and the Jiang Family have a bad relationship; why would she introduce me?" Song Guanchao said, "The Jiang Family previously had a two-billion deposit in Lingjiang that wasn’t returned. I remember telling you about this."

Wu Qiangwei recalled this matter; when Song Guanchao returned that two billion, he had already told her.

Back then she had wanted to ask if Qu Xiangru had intervened, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

"Governor Qu has a bad relationship with the Jiang Family? What’s going on?" Everyone has a gossip instinct, and women even more so.

Wu Qiangwei is the Mayor and also a woman; she remains dignified in public, but in private, especially with someone close, she shows this side.

"I don’t know the specifics, I just know she holds quite a grudge against the Jiang Family." Song Guanchao dared not claim to know too much, or else Wu Qiangwei would keep pressing him.

Wu Qiangwei made an "oh" sound, wanting to ask more, but Song Guanchao launched a second attack.

"Let me rest for a moment."

"Spring nights are short; what rest?"

...

Jiang Zhengdong values Song Guanchao highly, and naturally, he pays special attention to the matters entrusted to him.

Early in the morning, Jiang Zhengdong set off for Gusu with his secretary.

Meanwhile, Song Guanchao continued his field research, organizing the companies surveyed into charts by size.

He actually wanted to find out from these company heads what they lacked or needed the government to help solve or coordinate.

Unfortunately, he visited too suddenly, and his rank was too low; the heads wouldn’t open up to him. Even if there were issues, they wouldn’t tell him, leaving him feeling somewhat powerless.

In the afternoon, on the way back from a company survey, Zhou Xingjian noticed his mood was off and asked him why.

As Song Guanchao spoke about his frustrations, Zhou Xingjian laughed, "Director Song has moments of confusion too."

"Hmm?" Song Guanchao asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

Zhou Xingjian said, "They are hesitant because they’re unsure and unclear whether you truly intend to help them or are just going through the motions."

Song Guanchao acknowledged, needing no explanation for this. He simply wanted to know if Zhou Xingjian had a solution.

"The solution is actually quite simple, Director Song; you’re blinded by the details."

"Go ahead."

"Fengliang Company," Zhou Xingjian pointed out.

Song Guanchao didn’t immediately grasp why the topic shifted to Fengliang Company. After thinking for two seconds, he shook his head.

Zhou Xingjian said, "If it weren’t for you stepping in, Fengliang Company would have been exposed much earlier. This matter enough proves that your research truly aims to help them. What Director Song needs to do is let those companies know you aided them in this affair."

Song Guanchao’s eyes lit up; he really was blind to the solution.

An existing method to break the deadlock, yet he hadn’t thought of it.

"Old Zhou, you’ve got it." Song Guanchao tossed him a cigarette, and Zhou Xingjian smiled with satisfaction but said, "The method to break the deadlock was your creation; I didn’t mention it, and you would have thought of it in a few days anyway."

Although Song Guanchao wasn’t a person with a small mind, both held principal positions. Besides, he hoped to rely on Song Guanchao for advancement in the future, so regardless of whether Song Guanchao cared, he needed to maintain this posture.

Song Guanchao saw through his thoughts and didn’t say much.

Everyone handles things differently; some are just inherently cautious, like Zhou Xingjian.

This approach to dealing with people and matters can’t be changed in a short time or with a few words.

Moreover, genuinely letting go of concerns about official ranks would complicate future work.

As long as he doesn’t feel awkward himself, Song Guanchao couldn’t be bothered to correct it.

"If Director Song trusts me, leave this matter to me," Zhou Xingjian said.

"Okay, you handle it."

This kind of matter is indeed best handled by a third party.

If he had to explain it personally, it might seem like self-promotion.

Zhou Xingjian was highly efficient; upon returning to the City Government, he contacted Fengliang Company’s President Huang.

He had spent much longer in the system than Song Guanchao, and his conversational skills far surpassed those of Song Guanchao.

In a few minutes of conversation, President Huang understood his intention and happily agreed to spread the word.

He was willing to help because Song Guanchao had truly helped solve a major problem for their company.

In regular social interaction, he should help Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao estimated that the good deeds he had done would take two or three days to come to light.

Therefore, in these two days, he specifically avoided conducting research, planning to go down again after the matter of helping Fengliang Company spread.