"It looks like... it looks like there's also a stamp from our City Management Bureau." The underling was shocked.

"Shit, I... How did I not know about this?!" Captain Fatty Liu was dumbfounded.

Chen Jianjun was also puzzled, with a stern face, he said, "Fatty Liu, you little bastard, what kind of mess have you caused?"

"I... for fuck's sake, I didn't know either." Captain Liu was helpless.

"Fall back." Chen Jianjun waved his hand.

"Stop right there!" At this moment, Lin Chuan rebuked.

"Kid, what else do you want to do? If you want to play, I'm game to the end." Chen Jianjun looked at Lin Chuan with gritted teeth.

"For a captain of the criminal police to speak like some street thug, I really worry for the person who promoted you." Lin Chuan sneered coldly and said, "Besides, since my stage has approval, you can't just come here and wreck our place, hurt my people, and then just walk away. Are you saying the police can just be lawless?"

Chen Jianjun's face turned grim, he turned and glanced at Fatty Liu from the City Management Bureau. Captain Liu shrank his head, deliberately looking around as if he saw nothing.

"What do you want?!" Chen Jianjun's face was ashen.

"You ought to show some sincerity." Lin Chuan sneered, "My guys got quite a beating, doesn't your police department have money? Pay us a few million in compensation, and this matter is settled. Otherwise, I can call Zhong Wenyi over for a good talk."

Upon hearing the name Zhong Wenyi, Chen Jianjun's face turned green.

"That's enough, Lin Chuan," Song Xiaojia glared at him and said, "Didn't you also injure a few police officers? Let's just leave it at that."

"Wishful thinking." Lin Chuan laughed scornfully, "They got beaten and it's what they deserve, breaking the law knowingly. If they die, it's of no consequence. But we are different, being beaten up on our turf. That's like being attacked out of the blue on the street and in the end, it's just a 'misunderstanding'. Who would believe that?"

Chen Jianjun angrily said, "Lin Chuan, don't be insolent."

"Me, insolent?" Lin Chuan sneered, "Or is it you releasing five (放伍)? Releasing six (放陆)? Or just farting (放屁)!"

Chuckling...

Song Xiaojia covered her mouth and laughed. Chen Jianjun was even more frustrated, wishing he could teach Lin Chuan a good lesson. But he was at fault now, so all he could do was hold his breath and let Lin Chuan rant.

Lin Chuan's humiliation was deeply etched in his mind, Chen Jianjun was gnashing his teeth, his face turning beet red. Right then, Song Xiaojia quickly said, "Alright, you guys better leave quickly."

As he left, Chen Jianjun glared fiercely at Lin Chuan.

"You just wait." These were the harsh words Chen Jianjun left behind.

Afterward, two riot police vehicles and three City Management enforcement vehicles quickly left the scene. Although people were injured, this matter probably wouldn't be mentioned again after they got back, as they were the ones at fault to begin with. Having approval documents and still dismantling their stage was, to put it severely, an act of undermining the people's property safety, or at the very least, a crime of intentional destruction. In short, public servants who break the law are knowingly committing a crime.

Once the police and City Management left, the scene immediately quieted down quite a bit. Lu Dapao helped Zhou Kai into the factory to rest, and the other underlings also returned to the factory. Outside the stage, Lin Chuan, with a cigarette in his mouth, patted by Zhang Wenhui on the shoulder, "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered, it's not good for you or others."

Song Xiaojia was staring at Lin Chuan all this time, only it seemed Lin Chuan's gaze wasn't on her. This made Song Xiaojia somewhat annoyed.

"You asshole, all you do is stir up trouble every day." Song Xiaojia tossed the newly approved document to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Was this thing approved so quickly?"

"It's all thanks to Secretary Tang running around for it," Song Xiaojia glared at Lin Chuan and said, "Without Secretary Tang's help, who would have opened this backdoor for you? It even has the stamps of several bureau chiefs, the ink isn't even dry yet."

Lin Chuan was stunned, looking bewildered at the approval document, feeling mixed emotions inside.

"Why would she go so far to help me…" Lin Chuan's words carried a deeper meaning.

However, in Song Xiaojia's view, Lin Chuan seemed to have a feeling of being flattered. After all, Lin Chuan was just a chauffeur, while Tang Yumeng held the city's highest position. The difference in their status and position was substantial, so how could she stoop down to help Lin Chuan?

"Perhaps it's because of Secretary Tang's trust in you," Song Xiaojia replied.

"Trust, yes, exactly, trust," Lin Chuan nodded.

"By the way, why are you setting up this stage?" Song Xiaojia asked curiously, "Are you planning to hold some event?"

"Yes." Lin Chuan said, smiling with a cigarette in his mouth, "We're planning to commemorate the past. It's been a long time since Changlin Factory has held a big event. The last time was in the late 90s, after more than a decade, it's about time we gave everyone a bit of excitement."

"What are you planning?" Zhang Wenhui asked with curiosity.

"A factory workers' assembly," Lin Chuan grinned and said.

"Wow!" Zhang Wenhui was surprised and said, "That used to be the cheeriest annual celebration back when it was a state-owned factory."

"Exactly." Lin Chuan nodded.

"How come I don't know?" Song Xiaojia hurriedly said: "How come I haven't heard of it at all?"

"That's because..." Zhang Wenhui's words at the tip of his tongue were immediately swallowed back, then he changed the subject, saying: "Because you were young back then, you didn't understand things."

"Not true." Song Xiaojia hummed lightly and said: "Lin Chuan, next time you hold a staff meeting, bring me along. I want to see how lively, festive, and grand this staff assembly really is."

"Sure, no problem." Lin Chuan nodded and said: "If Officer Song wants to come, how could I refuse?"

"Xiaojia, we should go on patrol now." Zhang Wenhui glanced at his watch.

"Mhm." Song Xiaojia nodded.

Lin Chuan saw the two off, then turned and entered the factory.

Zhou Kai briefly treated his wound. The factory was equipped with a first-aid kit containing iodine and rubbing alcohol. Using these supplies, he quickly treated his wounds and then called his brothers back to work. There were only three days left until the last day of December; if they didn't get the stage ready soon, they would probably be too late.

This time, Lin Chuan also joined in the work, busying himself along with everyone else.

They were busy until evening, and finally, the stage was ready.

"Finally, it's done." Zhou Kai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Many hands make light work." Lin Chuan smiled: "Now it's really done."

"Yeah, we can finally invite the cultural troupe to come and do the dress rehearsal tomorrow." Zhou Kai said excitedly.

In the evening, a group of people decided to resolve their dinner at a roadside barbecue. The group walked over in high spirits, and more than ten people squeezed into three small tables. This time, the young fellow wasn't so arrogant and rude.

Still wearing worn-out clothes, he was wrapped in a blue apron. He brought the menu over with a smile.

"My knife-throwing skills have improved now." Dog Egg excitedly looked at Lin Chuan.

"Is that so?" Lin Chuan smiled: "Go on and show me."

Dog Egg nodded, scampering toward a spot not far off, clutching three throwing knives in his hand. He threw them one after another. Two knives hit the bullseye, and one hit the edge. Lin Chuan nodded and said: "Not bad, really not bad, but you still need to practice hard. Aim for a hundred percent accuracy, understand?"

"Yes!" The young fellow nodded.

The middle-aged man swiftly cut the meat with his hands moving quickly.

Zhou Kai and the others watched the middle-aged man in amazement as he took a fresh lamb leg from the refrigerator, hung it on the chopping board, and with knives in both hands, skinned it swiftly until the lamb leg turned into a slick skeleton in the blink of an eye.

"Holy moly." Zhou Kai was dumbfounded.

"Such sharp skills." Lu Dapao beside him was astonished.

"Isn't it?" Huang Bo nodded. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he said: "Damn, how long must one practice for this?..."

Lin Chuan glanced at him and said: "If you hook your thumb on the back of the knife, the knife's inertia and trajectory won't be hindered by your hands, and thus, your speed could be improved further."

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He tried it out and, even though he was a bit slower than before, it was surprisingly smooth for his first attempt. The middle-aged man smiled at Lin Chuan without saying anything.

......

City Committee office.

Tang Yumeng felt somewhat suppressed. Since yesterday at the agency's cafeteria, she hadn't seen Lin Chuan again. She didn't know what Lin Chuan really meant. Could it be that yesterday's incident caused a misunderstanding? Tang Yumeng was anxious. Today, she felt restless and could hardly focus on her work.

"Secretary Tang, what's wrong?" Xiao Xue curiously looked at Tang Yumeng.

"It's nothing." Tang Yumeng shook her head.

"But... you..." Xiao Xue suddenly broke into laughter and said: "Secretary Tang, why do you look like you've been through a heartbreak? Actually, your boyfriend Mr. Bai is really handsome. If I could find a man as handsome as Mr. Bai, I'd die content."

"Off you go." Tang Yumeng glanced at Xiao Xue.

"Hehe..." Xiao Xue giggled and then ran out fast, carrying documents.

Without intention to speak, but with intention to listen. Tang Yumeng kept thinking about Xiao Xue's words. Could it be that she really had her heart broken? No, that couldn't be right; she had never even been in love, so how could she have her heart broken? Tang Yumeng took a deep breath, trying her best to banish those wild thoughts from her mind. But as soon as she calmed down, Lin Chuan's figure couldn't help but emerge in her thoughts again.

Today Song Xiaojia came to find her, saying Lin Chuan had run into some trouble. Almost without hesitation, she agreed to help and personally called several bureau chiefs. After Song Xiaojia made the rounds, the matter was smoothly resolved.

Many times, Tang Yumeng thought that Lin Chuan didn't come to work because he was busy, but she couldn't deceive herself. Because, the day before, she had seen the loss and dejection in Lin Chuan's eyes. She had also seen his lonesome figure leaving, and she wished so much that she could have grabbed Lin Chuan right there and told him that Bai Yifan was just an ordinary friend and that the person she really liked was him. But she couldn't do that. As the city secretary, she always had to be mindful of her influence.

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