Chapter 1927:

Chapter 1927: Chapter 1927:

"Hong’an Real Estate..."

Song Guanchao researched this company and, upon a brief understanding, was surprised to discover that the chairman of Hong’an Real Estate, Wei Shoucheng, was once the richest man in Jiangzhou.

Wei Zejun’s background was even more significant than he had imagined.

However, Song Guanchao was merely surprised.

He had made his stance very clear today, and his rejection was straightforward.

If Wei Zejun continued to pester blindly, he shouldn’t blame Song Guanchao for being ruthless.

Although someone who can become the richest person usually has unusual connections in the political arena, Song Guanchao was not intimidated at all.

If it were Wei Zejun’s wealthy father who came today, Song Guanchao might have to consider more carefully and not speak so decisively.

But as for Wei Zejun, just a second-generation wealthy person, Song Guanchao truly didn’t feel he had the qualifications to contend with him.

...

Jiang Heng returned to the company, feeling in a great mood.

The first meeting between Wei Zejun and Song Guanchao went more or less as he had expected.

Song Guanchao was principled and unwilling to compromise.

Wei Zejun, on the other hand, was unwilling to let go of the lucrative profits.

His only concern now was that Song Guanchao might be apprehensive because of Wei Zejun’s identity.

He preferred to see Song Guanchao handle Wei Zejun the same way he dealt with previous cases.

"I need to think of a way to fan the flames!" Jiang Heng thought to himself, squinting.

No matter how well-mannered a person is, there is a limit to their patience.

The more powerful and authoritative a person is, the less they can tolerate being frequently provoked.

If Wei Zejun continues to test the waters despite Song Guanchao’s clear refusal, it will certainly provoke Song Guanchao completely.

He hoped the outcome would be that Song Guanchao would use his official power to arrest Wei Zejun directly.

But he also knew that this was nearly impossible.

Song Guanchao is not a fool; he just doesn’t want to associate with Wei Zejun, but that doesn’t mean he has to become his enemy completely.

...

The weekend slipped by in the blink of an eye.

On Monday, Ligong Electronics Group sent people to Jiangzhou for an inspection.

The person who came was the general manager, Ji Dengke.

Song Guanchao brought along Zhou Xingjian to personally receive him.

"This is our Jiangzhou City’s cultural industrial park. In the next few years, the city will prioritize its development, aiming to make the industrial park a new icon of Jiangzhou."

Song Guanchao took him to the industrial park, explaining in detail.

The Wensong District industrial park had broad lanes, clean grounds, and lush greenery on both sides, offering a fresh and excellent environment.

Although Ji Dengke said he was here to inspect, it was just a formality.

Their initial interest lay in Luzhou.

But under the setup by Song Guanchao, they completely abandoned Luzhou.

With Luzhou out of the picture, their range of choices shrunk instantly.

Jiangzhou, besides Luzhou, was the most suitable city for their needs.

As long as Jiangzhou showed enough sincerity, this investment would proceed without any surprises.

Song Guanchao accompanied him for over an hour around the industrial park before heading to a restaurant for a meal.

During the meal, Ji Dengke mentioned he would stay in Jiangzhou for a couple of days before returning.

The next contact would be to negotiate specific details.

After lunch, Song Guanchao drove him to the hotel and told him to contact him with any matters.

In the afternoon, Zhou Xingjian called to inform him that the team from Zhengxun Electronics visiting Jiangzhou for an inspection had also arrived.

The visitor was also a high-level executive, named Huang Yu.

Song Guanchao told him to book a restaurant and have dinner together that evening.

Soon after, Song Guanchao called Secretary Han Lan and Shu Xue, asking them to free up their schedule that evening to attend the dinner, as a sign of respect for the guests.

As evening approached, Shu Xue and Han Lan, riding in Song Guanchao’s car, arrived at the restaurant.

Zhou Xingjian had arrived early and ordered the dishes; he was now chatting and smoking with Huang Yu.

When Song Guanchao entered, Huang Yu stood up and proactively extended his hand: "Director Song, long time no see."

...

That night, Ji Dengke quickly ate something before checking online where in Jiangzhou there was an active nightlife.

After finding out about a bar street, he hailed a taxi, planning to seek an adventure.

But behind the taxi, a black private car followed closely all the way.

Upon reaching the bar street, the private car also stopped not far away.

The driver was an unremarkable-looking man, and in the passenger seat sat a sweet-looking, irresistibly youthful girl in jeans, a white printed T-shirt, and a ponytail.

"Did you get a good look at the person ahead?" the man asked.

"Another old man," the girl pouted, yet even her complaints exuded charm.

Despite her verbal grumbles, her actions showed no hesitation.

The girl pushed open the car door, flicked her ponytail, and headed towards Ji Dengke.

...

"President Huang, you have a good capacity for liquor!" Zhou Xingjian put down his glass and flattered lightly.

Huang Yu had drunk more than half a jin of white wine, his face turning red and eyes glazed with hints of drunkenness. He waved his hand at the compliment: "That’s enough for today. Once the company relocates, we can drink to our heart’s content."

Seeing that he wasn’t being modest, Song Guanchao asked the attendant to replace the alcohol with tea.

After the alcohol’s effect had waned a bit and two pots of tea had been drunk, Song Guanchao himself suggested ending the dinner.

He arranged for a car to take Huang Yu to the hotel, then said goodbye to Han Lan and Shu Xue as well.

Back home, after showering, he slumped heavily onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.

Just as he was about to drift into sleep, the sudden ringing of his phone startled him awake.

Keeping his eyes closed, he grabbed the phone, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the caller ID and gradually sat up.

"Ji Dengke?"

What was he calling about so late at night?

"Hello, Mr. Ji..."

"Director Song, I... I encountered a blackmail situation, you have to help me," Ji Dengke said, his voice both anxious and furious.

Song Guanchao instantly became alert and asked, "What’s going on?"

Ji Dengke quickly recounted the events; after dinner, he wanted some fun and headed to the bar street, where he met a girl drinking alone.

He approached her, and she was not resistant. After a few drinks, he made moves on her and found she didn’t mind, so he brought her back to the hotel.

Afterwards, however, the girl suddenly threatened to call the police to arrest him.

Ji Dengke realized he had walked into a trap.

He couldn’t let her call the police, so he grabbed her phone and called Song Guanchao for help.

Frowning more and more, Song Guanchao thought this guy was seriously unlucky.

"Did she ask for money?"

"No, just insisted on calling the police and kept crying," Ji Dengke was incredibly frustrated, finally having found a girl who matched his taste in looks and figure, only for this ridiculous incident to happen.

"You..."

Just as Song Guanchao started to speak, loud knocking suddenly erupted from the other end of the phone.

Seizing his phone, Ji Dengke ran to the door and peered through the peephole, only to retreat to the bedside in shock, anxiously saying, "It’s the police! The police are knocking on the door!"

"The police?" Song Guanchao squinted, sensing there might be more to this than a simple blackmail scheme.

The goal of a blackmail trap is typically money.

But this girl neither wanted money nor made any demands.

Moreover, Ji Dengke had already taken her phone, so she had no chance to call the police.

Yet, the police were already at the door.

"Director Song, you have to help me. I’m here for an inspection; I’m a guest of Jiangzhou!" Ji Dengke was frantic.

This phrase was precisely what jolted Song Guanchao into a realization.

He was here inspecting, yet on the very first night, such an incident occurred.

It seemed someone didn’t want Ligong Electronics to invest in Jiangzhou.

With the key issue clear, Song Guanchao calmly stated, "Don’t open the door. Hand the phone over to the girl, I have a few words to say to her."