Official Career Storm-Chapter 1390

Jin Yongjun, furious, didn't hear a word he said, and lifted his foot to kick him.

As soon as his hand reached out, Song Guanchao grabbed his wrist, and then slapped him again.

This slap was even harder than the previous one.

Jin Yongjun staggered from the blow.

He saw stars, and before he could recover, he felt a sharp pain tear across his scalp.

Song Guanchao yanked his hair, dragging him like a dead dog into the private room.

Inside the room, Fan Jie and the others saw Song Guanchao suddenly enter.

They noticed he was dragging someone behind him.

Once they saw clearly, their eyes widened in disbelief.

The person he was dragging was none other than the arrogant Jin Yongjun from moments ago!

This Korean embassy consul was now in such a sorry state.

Fan Jie's face twitched wildly, his heart pounded violently.

Is this guy crazy?

That's a Korean embassy consul!

Dragging him like this?

Is he really not afraid of causing a diplomatic incident?

Wu Qiangwei's eyelids twitched sharply as well.

Song Guanchao always managed to impress her with how he handled situations.

But this time, it was a shock.

He acted directly...

What kind of handling is this?

But since he's already acted, she didn't stop him.

Besides, she trusts Song Guanchao.

Since he chose to act this way, he must be confident he can resolve it properly.

Song Guanchao approached the coffee table, under the shocked gazes of everyone, and slammed Jin Yongjun's hands on the table with a loud bang.

Then he pulled over a chair, sat down, casually picked up a beer, and asked the furious and terrified Jin Yongjun, "Which hand did you use to harass the woman?"

Jin Yongjun said nothing, staring at him with a cold, angry gaze.

At this moment, Manager Wang and Mr. Park and others also came in.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Park and others were furious: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Song Guanchao slightly raised his head. Though he was sitting and the others were standing, his gaze conveyed a sense of superiority.

As if he were the one looking down on them.

Song Guanchao merely glanced at them, ignoring their words.

He refocused on Jin Yongjun, saying, "I'll count to three, if you don't speak, I'll assume both hands touched."

Jin Yongjun's face twitched; he was about to speak when Song Guanchao already began: "Three!"

As he spoke, he lifted the beer bottle to smash.

Jin Yongjun was dumbfounded; didn't you say you'd count to three? You could at least count the first two numbers, why not follow the usual logic?

But now he realized that this sudden guy couldn't be judged by common sense.

Putting aside his pride, he hurriedly said, "Right hand, it's the right hand!"

Song Guanchao's raised bottle paused in mid-air.

"So it was the right hand."

He smiled slightly and let go of his left hand.

Then he raised the bottle again.

"Do you know who I am?" Jin Yongjun shouted.

"Who?" Song Guanchao asked politely.

"I'm a consul from the Korean embassy!"

"Oh, so it's a dog then."

Song Guanchao smiled casually, and in the next moment, the bottle came down.

Bang!

"Ah!"

The bottle shattered; Jin Yongjun's right hand was left bloody and mangled.

He clutched his wrist, sweating from the pain, constantly crying out.

Song Guanchao casually tossed the bottle neck aside and slowly stood up.

He was a head taller than Mr. Park and the others.

Combined with his immediate action, they felt a bit intimidated by him.

They instinctively took half a step back when facing his gaze.

Song Guanchao asked, "Did you guys touch her too?"

"No, we didn't."

Gone was their earlier arrogance towards Fan Jie and others.

When facing reasonable people, they could use their embassy status to pressure others.

But facing someone ruthless like Song Guanchao, their status was worthless and not intimidating.

Because they knew the man in front of them wouldn't differentiate based on their status.

In front of people like him, one shouldn't boast nor act superior.

Because who knows when a single act or word could provoke and bring disaster.

"Let's go." Mr. Park turned to leave, and his colleagues stepped forward to help Jin Yongjun.

After they left, only then did Manager Wang approach Wu Qiangwei to quietly pass on Chairman Su's words.

Wu Qiangwei nodded slightly, about to get up when Song Guanchao said, "No need to make it so complicated; just make sure reporters don't come up later."

Manager Wang was momentarily stunned; well... that's one way to do it.

But doing so would surely anger the ambassadors.

Remembering Song Guanchao's tough demeanor, Manager Wang swallowed his words.

Song Guanchao turned to the male student and asked, "Tell me what happened in detail."

The male student didn't know Song Guanchao's identity, and Song Guanchao showed no intention of introducing himself.

But since he had acted, he was obviously Wu Qiangwei's person.

Thus, the male student held nothing back, explaining the whole story and all the details clearly.

Song Guanchao, who had previously overheard what happened outside the restroom, now had a clearer understanding from the detailed recount.

Taking into account Jin Yongjun's unusually arrogant attitude and Fan Jie's decision to mention Wu Qiangwei's identity, he concluded — this was Zhang Yan's scheme!

He once thought Zhang Yan was settling scores with Wu Qiangwei by using sleazy methods like drugging.

But now it seems he underestimated her.

This woman does have brains.

And this move was more vicious than drugging and disgracing Wu Qiangwei.

Song Guanchao stood up and glanced around at everyone, saying, "It's better if you all head home early."

Wu Qiangwei also stood up: "It's late, everyone go home and rest."

These students had been longing to leave and go home where it was safe.

They promptly stood up, feeling a sense of relief, and left the private room.

Huang Sisi and the male student did not leave; they had to stay as the police would be arriving soon.

Fan Jie, being the one who called the police, naturally had to stay too.

Soon, only they were left in the room.

"Manager Wang, may I have a word?" Song Guanchao left the private room.

Manager Wang followed him out and had just closed the door when Song Guanchao asked, "Where's the surveillance room?"

It was more of an order than a request.

Following Chairman Su's instructions, Manager Wang didn't hesitate and led him to the surveillance room.

All surveillance related to Wu Qiangwei was stored, and the original footage was deleted.

After finishing, Song Guanchao said, "Pass my thanks to Chairman Su on behalf of Mayor Wu, and when Mayor Wu is free, he'll throw a banquet in appreciation."

"No problem, no problem," Manager Wang smiled, following behind.

Upon returning outside the private room, Manager Wang received a call that the media invited by the Korean ambassador had arrived.

At the same time, the police had also arrived.

Manager Wang looked at Song Guanchao, waiting for his decision.

Song Guanchao said, "Bring up the reporters; I want to meet them. As for the police, have them wait a moment."

As Wu Qiangwei thought, in such seemingly troublesome incidents that could easily escalate into major problems, Song Guanchao had already devised a detailed plan and contingency for handling it.