Chapter 1953

Chapter 1953: Chapter 1953

"Tap tap."

Song Guanchao tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.

He smiled and said, "What rules did Young Master Wei mention? Who set these rules?"

Wei Zejun sneered, "I don’t have time to play word games with you. You only need to know that you’ve made me angry."

"I made you angry?" Song Guanchao chuckled as if he had heard a joke: "Since Young Master Wei wants to talk about rules, why don’t we put everything on the table and make things clear?"

"You organized the property owners to hang banners and block the entrance of the industrial park."

"You sent people to set up situations for foreign executives, employed honeypots, bought trending searches... You tried to create a bad impression for the foreign executives coming to investigate Jiangzhou, thus sabotaging the city’s business environment. You used this method to force my hand and agree to your unreasonable demands."

"And now, you’re telling me that I’m the one breaking the rules?"

Song Guanchao sneered, "What’s the matter? You can’t handle it when I use your own tactics against you?"

"Or do you think that if your father intervenes, I’ll definitely back down and let you go?"

"Young Master Wei, I must remind you that the evidence of your bribery is solid! If I don’t relent, you’ll spend several years in prison. Not even if your father steps in, or even if the Provincial Committee Secretary does, will it make any difference."

"It’s only a deputy-level position. Do you really think I care that much?"

Having said that, Wei Zejun suddenly fell silent.

Song Guanchao thought he was scared, yet his expression was rather puzzled.

He stared at Song Guanchao for a while and asked, "What did you say?"

He was aware of the property owners blocking the entrance with banners, but he wasn’t the one behind it.

As for those honeypot schemes, he hadn’t even heard of them.

How did these get pinned on him?

Song Guanchao chuckled, "Dare to do but afraid to admit? Young Master Wei’s style is truly contemptible."

"Bullshit!" Wei Zejun uncharacteristically lost his composure and cursed, "Song Guanchao, stop throwing dirt at me! I, Wei Zejun, wouldn’t stoop to using such sleazy tactics!"

At this moment, he already knew what was going on.

The whole affair was a blunder, a misunderstanding!

No wonder!

When he first learned that Song Guanchao had reported him for bribery, he felt perplexed.

He just wanted some subsidies; was it necessary for Song Guanchao to come down so hard?

So that’s how it was.

He couldn’t believe these dirty deeds were put on his head.

Wei Zejun was fuming mad.

Not out of anger at Song Guanchao, but from inexplicably taking a bullet for someone else, feeling extremely furious.

If he had actually done those things, it would have been understandable.

But these matters had nothing to do with him!

Song Guanchao observed his reaction, raising his eyebrows; his response didn’t seem to be an act.

Were these things really not his doing?

Suddenly, Song Guanchao thought of something.

On the day when the property owners hung banners at the industrial park, Jiang Heng had gone there and met with a company’s person in charge.

When that person in charge called him, they also mentioned one thing.

They said that Jiang Heng had mentioned the banner incident on the phone.

It was this person in charge who brought it up, which led Song Guanchao to believe it was Wei Zejun who had arranged the banner blockade.

He suddenly realized that Jiang Heng had set him up!

The banner blockade by the property owners, and the honeypot schemes that followed, probably had nothing to do with Wei Zejun.

It was Jiang Heng, through this method, cleverly leading to a misunderstanding, making him mistakenly believe it was orchestrated by Wei Zejun.

This explained why, right after Wei Zejun was caught, Jiang Heng was about to leave Jiangzhou and handed over evidence of his crimes.

Because these things couldn’t be hidden.

As long as he compared notes with Wei Zejun, they would realize it was all a misunderstanding.

Moreover, Wei Zejun would certainly investigate how the misunderstanding arose.

Once he figured it out, Jiang Heng would be in danger.

So he had to leave.

After quickly understanding the reason, Song Guanchao wasn’t angry but instead laughed.

He really didn’t expect to be calculated by a small character like Jiang Heng and used as a knife by him.

"Not you?" Song Guanchao squinted, although he was already sure it wasn’t Wei Zejun, he wouldn’t make it so clear.

Wei Zejun calmed down again, "Feel free to investigate what kind of person I, Wei Zejun, really am! To put it bluntly, a deputy director at your level doesn’t warrant me taking such actions."

Song Guanchao said, "Oh, so it was a misunderstanding."

Wei Zejun raised a finger and shook it, "Don’t think that just one word ’misunderstanding’ will get you off the hook!"

"If I did these things, I’d take my losses with grace."

"But putting unrelated blame on me—this won’t end easily!"

Song Guanchao chuckled, "If I mistook you, then I owe you an apology. However, you can’t really blame me for it."

"But don’t you find it strange? Why would I make such a mistake?"

Wei Zejun said nothing, just looked at him coldly.

Song Guanchao said, "Surely, you don’t think this is a coincidence? How can it be so coincidental that all these things happen within a short timeframe, and I just happen to attribute them all to you?"

Wei Zejun said, "You don’t need to tell me all these useless words; if you can’t give a reasonable explanation today, I won’t let you go."

Song Guanchao said, "Don’t bother threatening me; it doesn’t work on me. If I really wanted to take you down, not even your father stepping in would help. But let’s put that aside today, and talk about this ’coincidence’ instead."

"Let me first explain why I thought you were behind all this."

"On the day of the banner blockade, Jiang Heng appeared in the industrial park and deliberately guided me to think it was you who organized the property owners."

Wei Zejun’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

He wasn’t sure if Song Guanchao was telling the truth to quell his anger or if it had really happened.

"From your expression, it seems you don’t believe it?"

Song Guanchao smiled, picked up his phone, and opened an unread email from Jiang Heng.

He opened the email and waved the screen in front of Wei Zejun: "See? Jiang Heng just sent this to me. This is all the evidence of your crimes over the years."

Wei Zejun’s pupils contracted sharply, and he reached out to grab it, but Song Guanchao dodged.

Song Guanchao placed the phone on the table, "Now, do you believe it?"

Wei Zejun’s face was as dark as water, and his heavy breathing made his chest heave violently.

He now believed what Song Guanchao said.

"Why did he do this?" This was the only thing Wei Zejun couldn’t understand.

He felt he hadn’t treated Jiang Heng poorly, so why would Jiang Heng trap him like this?

Moreover, Jiang Heng had secretly saved these things and sent them to Song Guanchao.

Was this to destroy him?

He couldn’t understand what he had done to make Jiang Heng harbor such deep hatred toward him.

Song Guanchao took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and succinctly said, "You messed with his woman. Do you think he won’t fight you to the death?"

Wei Zejun grew even more confused; when did he mess with his woman?

"Ah Xiang," Song Guanchao mentioned a name.