Chapter 1885

Chapter 1885: Chapter 1885

The tone of this person caught Song Guanchao’s attention.

"I am. Who are you?"

"There’s an opportunity for promotion and wealth. Do you want it?" The man on the other side said cryptically.

Song Guanchao laughed and hung up the phone.

"Who was it?" Wu Yun asked curiously.

Song Guanchao thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Don’t know."

He guessed it might be someone he had offended before, trying to lure him into making a mistake.

As for who it might be, it was hard to guess.

After all, he had offended quite a few people.

Wu Yun responded with an "Oh" and didn’t ask further.

"Let’s go, I’ll treat you to lunch."

Song Guanchao picked up the milk tea and walked out with her.

During lunch, the phone kept ringing.

After lunch, Wu Yun returned to the Disciplinary Committee on her own, and he went back to the office.

Jiang Zhengdong had already arrived early and was waiting for him, ready to discuss the trip to Gusu.

"There are three foreign companies planning to leave Gusu: two Japanese and one Korean."

"Why are they leaving?"

Song Guanchao was puzzled, as business had been fine, so why the sudden departure?

He also couldn’t understand why the leaders of Gusu City weren’t trying to retain them.

Jiang Zhengdong said, "The rumor is that the domestic environment is unsuitable, but the actual reason is shrinking market share and maintaining a balance between revenue and expenses for years now. Besides, their investment agreements with Gusu have expired. Gusu City reached out to them, but the renewal terms weren’t favorable. They’re not entirely leaving; some departments will remain."

"Moreover, a lot of people are trying to approach them, and it’s quite difficult to entice them." Jiang Zhengdong said frankly.

Song Guanchao asked, "What level of executive did you meet?"

Jiang Zhengdong replied, "The regional general manager of the group, with significant authority."

Song Guanchao thought for a few seconds and said, "Wait for my call. I’ll first confirm Mayor Wu’s schedule, and then you can help set a time with them. We’ll meet in Jinling."

Meeting directly in Gusu City would be inappropriate, and they might not come to Jiangzhou City either.

After all, many people are approaching them, and they are like a sought-after item.

Choosing a nearby city for the meeting is the most convenient.

"Alright."

After Jiang Zhengdong left, he immediately found Wu Qiangwei.

Wu Qiangwei glanced at the calendar on the table and said, "Let’s meet before Qingming; the 27th or 28th will do."

Song Guanchao nodded, returned to the office, and called Jiang Zhengdong to finalize the time.

Around four in the afternoon, Jiang Zhengdong called back, saying he had coordinated with the related personnel of the three foreign companies.

This was the first time Song Guanchao asked him to take care of something, and he did a good job, hardly needing any oversight or repeated reminders.

As evening approached, Song Guanchao and Wu Yun had dinner outside and went to her place to watch a movie.

The living room lights were off, and the TV screen played a captivating romantic film.

Wu Yun’s legs were draped over his thighs, revealing sexy black stockings beneath her loose pants.

Song Guanchao gripped her delicate anklebone, exploring bit by bit along the pants leg, and Wu Yun’s breathing gradually became heavier.

Her body trembled occasionally, though her eyes remained fixed on the TV screen, pretending not to notice.

Song Guanchao did not uncover it; this sneaky sensation was rather thrilling.

"Watch the movie!" Seeing Song Guanchao’s hand getting increasingly adventurous, Wu Yun glared at him with playful anger, her foot lightly kicking his thigh.

Song Guanchao grabbed her pants, yanked them down.

Her loose pajama pants slipped to her thigh smoothly, revealing fair skin.

She gasped, wanting to resist as Song Guanchao pulled again, this time reaching below her knees.

Song Guanchao pressed his body against hers, one hand sliding under her waist, pulling her close before lowering his head to seal her lips, the overpowering masculinity causing her dizziness.

With a soft moan, she melted.

...

The next morning, Song Guanchao was confirming meeting times with the CEOs in Peace Sea City, the desk phone ringing continuously.

Finishing his current call, he seamlessly grabbed the receiver, "Hello..."

"Song Guanchao, I want to report something!"

Song Guanchao was startled, suddenly recognizing the familiar voice.

"Did you call yesterday?" He remembered; it was the guy who asked him if he wanted promotion and wealth.

The caller paused for two seconds and admitted, "Yes."

Song Guanchao chuckled, and the man hurriedly spoke, "Don’t hang up, I really want to report something!"

Song Guanchao was curious about who arranged for this guy to test him: "What’s your name?"

"I can’t tell you!"

"You’re not going to the Disciplinary Committee, but you came to me. That means you trust me, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright. If that’s the case, why did you try to lure me into promotion and wealth yesterday?"

"I..." The man hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

"I don’t care who sent you to test me. I’ll act like this call never happened, so don’t harass me anymore."

"Wait!" The man said, "I was indeed testing you yesterday because I wasn’t sure if you were truly as reliable as rumors say."

Oh, that’s somewhat interesting.

This explanation made some sense.

"Who are you reporting?"

"Qi Simin!"

This name sounds familiar.

While Song Guanchao was recalling, he heard the man continue, "I want to report Deputy Secretary Qi Siming of Lishan County! He’s corrupt and oppresses the townsfolk. He’s swapped the real artifacts in the museum with fakes. Also, since we know the evidence of his crimes, he had people detain us and threatened our families to stop us from reporting!"

Song Guanchao asked, "Do you have evidence for what you’re saying?"

Lishan County is one of the two counties and nine districts under Jiangzhou City; Qi Siming is the county deputy secretary, the third-ranking official.

He wouldn’t arrest someone based on a vague phone report.

"I do! I have evidence!" The man’s reply surprised Song Guanchao.

"What evidence?"

"A video recording of him admitting to the crimes!"

"..." Song Guanchao was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you serious?"

"Really! I’m not lying to you!"

"Why would he confess? Where did you get this video?"

The man’s claims were too absurd, so Song Guanchao had to question the authenticity.

"I..." The man hesitated, but Song Guanchao could tell he wasn’t unable to explain but was reluctant to divulge the source of the evidence.

Song Guanchao squinted; he suddenly found this matter quite intriguing.

He couldn’t comprehend in what scenario a criminal would admit their crimes personally.

The man was silent for over ten seconds and finally said, "It’s a bit complicated, but I’m not lying. All the criminal acts were admitted by him personally, and he did it in front of a camera."

Song Guanchao said, "If you trust me, don’t hide anything. If you only tell half of the story and keep me guessing, sorry, I won’t deal with such a vague situation."

"Consider for the duration of a smoke whether you want to share. If not, I’ll hang up."