Official Career Storm-Chapter 1301
Song Guanchao carefully reviewed the plan inside and out, ensuring nothing was overlooked.
Now everything is ready, just missing the east wind!
Mr. Cao's good days are over!
Song Guanchao did not tell Wu Qiangwei about this plan; he intended to surprise her.
"Oh, for her sake, I've really exhausted myself."
Song Guanchao sighed inwardly, feeling that she should be able to see his concern for her.
Suddenly, he thought of Fan Jie!
This guy, with unyielding malicious intentions, is still eyeing Wu Qiangwei.
Damn, I need to ride this wave of east wind to transfer to the Provincial City.
However, having achievements alone isn't enough; there must be a suitable vacancy.
His target is the position of the director of the City Government Office, which happens to be Yao Guangsong's position.
He has never interacted with Yao Guangsong, doesn't even know what this guy looks like.
But it doesn't matter, this guy is Zhang Yan's person.
Since he's her person, he's definitely shady, so targeting him places no psychological pressure on Song Guanchao.
First, solve this accident, then handle Yao Guangsong.
"Wait for my call tomorrow." Chen Yirou had finished her call too.
"I've sorted things out here."
"Hmm, get some rest then."
Song Guanchao glanced at the time — it was pretty late.
The best way to gear up for tomorrow's battle is to rest well tonight.
Jiang Yiren was still on the phone.
Her task wasn't actually that difficult; Song Guanchao had just exaggerated a bit.
The exaggeration was mainly to give her a sense of participation.
Otherwise, with Cheng Xiang and Chen Yirou having tasks to do and her having nothing, she'd feel out of place within this small group.
Song Guanchao walked over to the tatami and said, "I'll sleep first, you guys finish up and rest early too."
Chen Yirou glanced at Jiang Yiren, then at him.
The two exchanged a look, Song Guanchao knew what she was thinking.
However, this setting was obviously not suitable.
Just as Song Guanchao lay down, his phone suddenly rang — a message from Chen Yirou.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Watch a movie?"
At this hour, what movie is there to watch?
Chen Yirou: "There's a private cinema at the club."
Song Guanchao understood: "Later."
Jiang Yiren spent over half an hour on the phone, finally done.
She glanced at the laying Song Guanchao and quietly walked to the adjacent compartment.
After ten at night, Chen Yirou sent another message: "Asleep yet?"
"No."
"I'm waiting for you outside."
"Okay."
The inside room also had a door leading outside.
Chen Yirou headed directly out, and moments later, Song Guanchao followed.
She walked ahead, Song Guanchao followed behind.
Their deliberately maintained distance felt like a clandestine meeting, which indeed it was.
Soon, they reached the club's private cinema.
Calling it a cinema, it's actually just a large room filled with sofa beds.
The cinema was dimly lit, only allowing them to see each other's outlines, creating a very suggestive atmosphere.
Song Guanchao saw that almost every bed already had someone lying on it.
Beneath the blankets, two bodies made subtle movements, their activities unknown.
Occasionally, faint moans could be heard, clearly hinting at unmentionable acts.
"Over here." Chen Yirou whispered, finding an empty bed.
She pulled back the duvet and lay down, and Song Guanchao kicked off his shoes and slipped under the covers.
Upon entering, he saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him.
Chen Yirou's heart was racing; it was her first time in such an environment.
Song Guanchao smiled warmly, embracing her, with his hand exploring beneath her clothes, saying: "Don't shout too loud later."
Chen Yirou scolded lightly: "I invited you to watch a movie, what were you thinking?"
"Yes, of course, watching a movie."
Song Guanchao didn't expose her; he also cared for appearances.
Even if they both knew the truth, it required a delicate veil of mystery.
He lowered his head to taste her fragrant lips.
Soon, both of them bared themselves to each other.
Song Guanchao was about to lift her leg when she suddenly withdrew her tongue, panting: "Wait, from the back."
She twisted herself free from his embrace and slowly turned around, back facing him.
She lifted her hips, seeking on her own initiative.
The environment heightened her senses, making it more stimulating than usual.
With a simple thrust, Song Guanchao felt her tightness.
She was about to moan when Song Guanchao suddenly plugged her mouth with his finger.
She bit down on his finger, stifling her moans.
...
Jiang Yiren couldn't sleep; she was wide awake.
Chen Yirou had been gone for a long time and hadn't returned, nor did she say what she left to do.
Jiang Yiren suddenly thought of going to the next room to chat with Song Guanchao but didn't know what to talk about.
Recalling the incident at the pool in the afternoon, she rubbed her thighs and muttered, "Pervert!"
...
"Whew~"
Song Guanchao exhaled, sweat-drenched, their bodies slick and glued together from perspiration.
Chen Yirou's body was limp, occasionally twitching.
Her first time loving in such a place made her much more sensitive than usual, her experience was significantly enhanced.
Despite her legs being weak, she still swayed her hips, wanting more.
Not long after, feeling Song Guanchao's resurgence, round two commenced.
...
Near dawn, they returned.
They showered outside.
Once inside, Chen Yirou lay down and fell asleep.
Jiang Yiren, half-asleep, opened her eyes in a daze, noticing she returned without much thought.
The next morning.
Eight AM.
Song Guanchao and the others were having breakfast when Cheng Xiang's call came through.
"The driver's family is headed to the district government!" Cheng Xiang sounded a bit excited.
Soon, these families would be holding banners at the district government entrance.
If the police wanted, they could uncover his involvement in orchestrating this by conducting a thorough check.
If exposed, he'd face disciplinary action!
After all, he instigated the crowd to display banners at the district government gate!
If the media inflated this, the impact on Nanhu District's image would be severe, even affecting government credibility.
"Good, tell them not to rush in when they arrive, wait for my call."
After hanging up, Song Guanchao said: "Old Chen, call the reporter and tell him to get ready at the district government for interviews."
"Okay." Chen Yirou immediately dialed.
The reporter was startled when he heard that some were going to display banners at the government.
"Mr. Chen, don't play me."
The reporter wasn't naive; Chen Yirou had arranged this yesterday clearly indicating it wasn't a last-minute decision but a planned move.
Moreover, it's likely she was involved in the matter.
As a reporter, he understood profoundly the potential impact of these actions.
"I'm not asking for a live report, just to document the situation. If you're worried, don't go."
"I'm not scared... I'm concerned about the repercussions."
"If there are repercussions, find me; I'll resolve them for you. Now give me a definite answer, will you go? If not, I'll find someone else."
Though Chen Yirou was very accommodating with Song Guanchao and the others, she presented a formidable authoritative presence with outsiders; her demeanor was compelling.
After a long hesitation, the reporter finally bit the bullet: "I will go! But Mr. Chen, please do not abandon me!"
