Song Guanchao poured the wine and adopted a posture of listening attentively.

Liu Wanli held the wine glass, sipped it with his lips, glanced at Song Guanchao, and said with a smile, "You had a chance to overthrow Mayor Zheng. Do you know when that was?"

I had a chance?

Song Guanchao furrowed his brows in thought but couldn't figure it out.

He shook his head.

"Li Zhuang." Liu Wanli pointed out a name.

"Li Zhuang?"

Song Guanchao said, "He did produce evidence involving Mayor Zheng, but the evidence wasn't strong enough."

"If it's not strong enough, why not find a way to reinforce it?"

"..." Song Guanchao thought, how to reinforce it.

"Let me ask you, why didn't you use the stolen high-speed rail documents at that time?"

Song Guanchao was taken aback.

Liu Wanli said, "The theft of the high-speed rail planning documents is no small crime."

"If you took them out at that time, claiming they were found in Mayor Zheng's office, even if Mayor Zheng claimed innocence, what could he do?"

"With conclusive physical evidence, even if everyone knows he was wronged, what of it?"

"The police focus on evidence, not confessions. You're more aware of this than I am."

"If this case is solidified against him, Li Zhuang's recordings could bind them together. "

"An accusation of stealing high-speed rail project files, an accusation of framing a public official, even the accusation of Li Zhuang hiring a hitman could be pinned on him."

"With so many trump cards, not just a Mayor, even a Governor could be toppled, yet you let it rot in your hands."

Liu Wanli shook his head and sighed with a tone of disappointment.

Song Guanchao listened in astonishment.

Could it be played like this?

Zhou Qian was listening in a bewildered state, not understanding but admiring Grandpa Liu's prowess.

"Pour."

Song Guanchao skillfully poured wine.

Liu Wanli held the wine glass: "If it were ten years ago, it wouldn't need to be so complicated. You'd take the police directly to the City Government to arrest him, claiming the high-speed rail project file was stolen by him. Lock him up and process the case through judicial procedures to make it an iron case."

"..." Song Guanchao twitched at the corners of his mouth: "We can't do that now, right?"

Liu Wanli gave a sinister look: "If you're really set on doing it, it's not impossible. The premise is that you must be prepared to sacrifice heavily."

"After all, procedurally, to arrest a Mayor, you need to inform the provincial level first."

"If you arrest without prior notice and make it an iron case, the provincial level indeed can't say anything because the fact is already established."

"But don't expect any promotions afterward."

"The current system doesn't allow such things to happen easily anymore."

Liu Wanli said, "Political struggles in the past were quite crude, lacking much scheming and deceit, and it was all about who held the bigger power. If someone above wanted you arrested, you'd be arrested."

"Now, there are too many rules, it's troublesome."

"But that's also a good thing."

"If it were still like before, who knows how chaotic it would get."

"You've just entered the system and reached this level, which is pretty good."

Liu Wanli sipped his wine and said, "Do you know your weakness?"

"I have weaknesses?"

"..." Liu Wanli laughed: "You're truly not modest."

"You have many strengths, but your weaknesses are also obvious."

Song Guanchao held a learning attitude: "What are my strengths? What are my weaknesses?"

Liu Wanli said, "Your strength is having principles."

"Your weakness is that your principles are too high."

"You need to learn to lower your principles, be a little darker, a little dirtier."

"Is Mayor Zheng necessarily more capable than you? I don't think so. He's just less principled, more shameless, and more unabashed."

"Some things he does without pressure or moral condemnation, but you will."

"That's the difference between you and them."

Song Guanchao frowned in silence.

Liu Wanli's suggestions delved into the alignment of values.

If I were to change according to his mindset, would I still be me?

It's not that Liu Wanli's words are wrong, just not suitable for me.

Liu Wanli saw him pondering silently, frowned, and said, "Listening to both sides will give you enlightenment, one-sided beliefs will obscure."

"My suggestions may not suit you; take them as a reference. The road is yours, and don't let others affect your judgment."

"It's late, go back and rest early."

Song Guanchao stood up and bid him farewell.

As both had drunk, Liu Wanli asked Old Man Wang to arrange for a young man from the headquarters to come and drive them.

They arrived at the hotel.

Song Guanchao naturally opened a room, and Zhou Qian, with a blushing face, followed him into the elevator.

Upon entering the room, Zhou Qian shyly said, "I'm going to take a shower."

After showering, she came out wrapped in a towel, her long white legs swinging as she sat on the bed, her wet hair clinging to her fragrant shoulders, her eyes mixed with anticipation and a bit of nervousness: "You go take a shower."

When Song Guanchao came out after showering, she was already in bed, lying down.

She tucked herself in tightly with only her little head showing: "I warmed up the covers for you, hurry up and get in."

It's just October, at the peak of the heat, what's the need to warm up the bed?

Her adorable demeanor made Song Guanchao grin widely.

He walked to the bed, holding his towel around his waist, and said with a mischievous smile: "Guess what's under the towel?"

Zhou Qian shyly said, "I don't want to guess."

Swoosh!

Song Guanchao pulled it off, revealing a fierce dragon.

"Oh!" Zhou Qian covered her eyes, too shy to look.

Song Guanchao took her hands off her eyes, guiding her to hold it.

The hot, hard sensation made Zhou Qian's heart race wildly.

She turned her blushing face aside, gently working it, but saw Song Guanchao standing by the bed, not intending to get on.

She urged softly, "Hurry up and get on."

Song Guanchao teased, "Get on for what?"

"Smack!" Zhou Qian gave a gentle slap, huffing coyly, "Do me!"

Saying this, she tossed off the covers.

Her alabaster skin, soft curves, like a piece of exquisite Ming dynasty blue and white porcelain.

Her snow-white body was breathtakingly beautiful.

She slightly pressed her legs together, her plump thighs arousing craving, a pink slit sparkling, tender and inviting.

Song Guanchao plunged like a hungry tiger, capturing fragrant lips.

Zhou Qian softly moaned, her body relaxing at once, allowing his fingers to explore and knead.

Her biological reactions were at the peak, her whole body bursting with ecstatic emotions, awaiting his favor.

When Song Guanchao entered the tender domain, Zhou Qian let out a pleased sigh, her petite body deeply aroused.

Song Guanchao's strong body launched an assault, Zhou Qian passionately immersed in the bliss of soul and flesh entangling, as if entering Nirvana.

After the storm of passion subsided, Zhou Qian behaved like a little kitten, snuggling into his arms, her face still flushed with lingering pink.

"Brother Song," her voice was soft and damp.

"What's up? Are you still not satisfied?"

Zhou Qian bashfully thumped his chest, "I'm asking seriously, how did you meet Secretary Liu?"

"Want to know?"

"Yes."

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Smooch.

"Not on the face."

Smooch.

"Not on the lips either."

Zhou Qian was puzzled, neither the face nor the lips.

Where then?

In his mischievous smile, following his gaze, slowly looked down...

Zhou Qian froze, understanding his meaning, feeling both shy and flustered as she buried her head in the quilt: "I won't!"

Her heart pounded wildly.

There, can't be kissed!

As her embarrassment faded, she slowly peeked out, whispered: "Go wash up."

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