Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912: Chapter 1912

Listening to Song Guanchao talk about the situation in Gwangju, President Bao felt he was talking nonsense when he claimed he solved it.

But watching him take out his phone, preparing to make a call, President Bao’s unease grew.

His mind became increasingly clear, his thoughts more agile, as streams of information continuously flooded into his mind.

The first realization was that Song Guanchao actually knew about this matter!

This in itself was quite an unusual situation.

Secondly, if he wasn’t confident, how could he so calmly make this call?

If he was lying, how would he cover it up shortly?

All these aspects pointed to the fact that the Gwangju local group was indeed connected to Song Guanchao!

The trouble the group encountered in Gwangju was truly resolved through his connections.

The answer became clear, and sweat began to seep from President Bao’s forehead.

At this moment, Yao Xianwang also analyzed the result in his heart, but despite his surprise, the questions in his mind remained unanswered.

Why would Song Guanchao help him?

They were neither relatives nor friends, and had never even met before he used his connections to solve the problem.

Was it to make him owe a favor, so he would find it hard to refuse in the upcoming business negotiations?

However, after resolving the issue, he did not inform him, and showed no intention of leveraging it for benefit.

It was truly strange.

He thought with an unchanged expression, quietly watching him make the call.

The call connected, and he heard Song Guanchao speaking fluent Korean, saying things he couldn’t understand.

After tens of seconds, he hung up the phone and looked at Yao Xianwang: "Chairman Yao, watch your phone, the Mayor of Guangzhou City will contact you shortly."

Yao Xianwang smiled and nodded, with his phone placed on the desk.

Song Guanchao’s calm assurance led him to conclude that it was President Bao who was lying, and that the problem was resolved by Song Guanchao.

Ren Xuan, sitting next to Song Guanchao, was filled with confusion.

The conversation among the three contained immense information, yet he couldn’t grasp the context, only able to vaguely speculate on what was happening.

Time ticked by, second by second.

President Bao’s heart raced, his eyes wandered, racking his brain for an explanation.

Buzz buzz!

The vibration came from the table.

President Bao’s quickly beating heart skipped a beat.

Yao Xianwang glanced down and then looked at President Bao: "It’s Mayor Liu’s call."

President Bao’s heart completely sank as he glared at Song Guanchao with anger and resentment, while Song Guanchao looked at him with eyes full of disdain.

Yao Xianwang picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and communicated with the other party in Chinese.

Throughout the call he only said "Uh-huh" and "Okay," and the conversation lasted just over twenty seconds.

He put down the phone, stood up, walked out from behind the desk, and stood in front of Song Guanchao, extending his hand proactively: "Director Song, thank you this time."

Song Guanchao stood up and shook his hand: "Chairman Yao, there’s no need for thanks. I was just thinking that if Chairman Yao returned sooner, we could meet and discuss cooperation."

Yao Xianwang suddenly understood, and the confusion that troubled him finally had an answer.

"Director Song, rest assured, as long as Jiangzhou meets the conditions, our cooperation will certainly proceed smoothly."

He never made promises during negotiations.

But this time, he made an exception.

First, the network of connections Song Guanchao displayed was worthy of goodwill.

Secondly, his promise had preconditions.

If the investigation showed that Jiangzhou was unsuitable for foreign supermarkets to establish, it wouldn’t be his fault.

Song Guanchao knew the first stage of the negotiation had concluded successfully, so he took his leave.

Before leaving, he didn’t even glance at President Bao, whose face looked terrible.

Yao Xianwang escorted him to the ground floor, and only after he got in his car did he turn back into the building.

Back at the company, President Bao stood at the reception, wearing a flattering smile: "Chairman Yao..."

"Tell me, why didn’t you meet Director Song?" Yao Xianwang didn’t head to the office but directly questioned in the company lobby.

President Bao had a major problem.

Not just trying to grab credit, but also deceiving his superiors!

The task assigned to him wasn’t carried out, yet he claimed it was done.

This was a very serious issue.

What leaders fear most is that decisions aren’t executed properly.

"Chairman Yao, let’s discuss this in the office." President Bao said softly.

Yao Xianwang looked at him quietly: "Give me a reasonable explanation."

"Chairman Yao..."

"If you don’t want to talk, don’t bother."

Yao Xianwang instructed his secretary: "Notify the Discipline Department to come over."

"Yes." The secretary immediately got in touch, and President Bao’s face turned white, knowing Yao Xianwang was going by the book.

But his issue could not see the light of day.

If investigated, at best he’d lose his job, at worst he could face criminal charges!

He quickly followed Yao Xianwang into the office: "Chairman Yao, I was momentarily confused, please give me a chance."

Yao Xianwang sat back in his chair, coldly watching him.

President Bao said: "I didn’t mean not to contact, I just lost Director Song’s phone number."

Yao Xianwang shook his head, very disappointed: "Still making excuses."

"Chairman Yao..."

"I said, if you don’t want to talk, don’t say anything, the Discipline Department will thoroughly investigate."

Yao Xianwang could even guess with his toes that President Bao had definitely sidelined Song Guanchao for personal gain.

As the general manager of Sam’s Supermarket in the country, refusing to investigate a Provincial City simply meant he had already chosen another city.

Moreover, he accepted benefits from the other party.

Such a simple issue didn’t even require an investigation, Yao Xianwang could roughly understand what was happening.

President Bao still wanted to explain, but the Discipline Department had already arrived.

President Bao’s face was pale as he listened to Yao Xianwang narrate his issues right in front of him, investigating him...

He felt despair and regret; if he had known, he would have at least gone through the motions, not letting it escalate to this.

He absolutely loathed Song Guanchao, yet felt extremely unfortunate.

How could a minor deputy municipal cadre in the country solve the group’s problem?

Where did this guy get such connections?

The key question was, with such connections, why take a role in the City Government as a director?

What the heck are you doing with your free time?

...

Song Guanchao didn’t return to Jiangzhou that afternoon but stayed another half day in Beijing, watching a movie with Lin Wanqiu, and they went wild at the hotel until late at night.

The next day at eleven o’clock, his flight landed at Jiangzhou International Airport.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, he arrived at the City Government.

As soon as he walked into the City Government Building, the staff coming and going saw him, their eyes filled with strange looks.

The plan for Sam’s Supermarket introduced by Wu Qiangwei had fallen through, and the news that Song Guanchao went to Beijing to seek meetings with their top management, but negotiation failed, had already spread throughout Jiangzhou.

People dared not say it to his face, but it didn’t stop them from gloating and expressing these feelings through their expressions.

The higher a person’s standing, the harder they fall.

Their impression of Song Guanchao was that this person was very arrogant, very capable, and could solve any problem at hand.

Many people have a misunderstanding, believing that the more perfect a person is, the more they are loved by the people.

In fact, the opposite is true.

The more perfect someone is, the more they are envied.

Those who like him are mostly women, because women admire strength, and Song Guanchao also has good looks.

Song Guanchao knew what these people were thinking and couldn’t be bothered to pay them any mind, choosing to ignore them entirely.

"Holding his chin so high, you’d think the investment promotion was successful."

After he left, someone made a disdainful comment.

"Didn’t he stay in Beijing for nearly half a month?"

"He didn’t secure the deal but stayed so long, probably too embarrassed to return hoping people would forget by the time he came back."