"Woo~"

Zhou Qian lay on his lap, her small mouth puffed, watching Song Guanchao's relaxed expression, touching her own face, she felt very happy.

She had known about this kind of playful thing before, but was internally resistant.

She always insisted that even if she fell in love in the future, she wouldn't accept it.

But when she heard Song Guanchao's request, she didn't resist at all.

What she thought was, as long as he likes it, that's fine.

To judge whether a woman has feelings for a man, see if her boundaries are gradually loosening.

Half an hour later, Zhou Qian jumped out of bed, her chest bouncing as she trotted to the bathroom.

She returned to bed, laying back beside Song Guanchao, and asked as if seeking merit: "Did you like it?"

"Hmm." Song Guanchao pecked her lips.

Zhou Qian asked, "Quickly, tell me how you met Secretary Liu."

Song Guanchao said, "Secretary Liu was involved in a political case two years ago. The higher-ups were worried he'd be retaliated against, so they placed him in the military district command."

"I was still serving in the military at that time, and my superior assigned me to protect him."

Zhou Qian blinked: "That's it?"

"What else?"

"But... Secretary Liu's attitude towards you goes beyond the relationship between a leader and a bodyguard, doesn't it?"

Even if you're sent to protect his personal safety, that's just a bodyguard.

Would a leader treat a bodyguard so well?

Even going so far as to use his own connections to help you contact the head of a National Railway Bureau branch.

Zhou Qian suspiciously asked, "Is there something you're not saying?"

Seeing that he couldn't fool her, Song Guanchao said, "During the protection period, someone attempted to silence him, and I dealt with it. If you add it all up, Secretary Liu owes me his life."

Zhou Qian was surprised, then suddenly realized and felt it made sense.

However, what Song Guanchao didn't say was that the silencing attempts happened more than once.

Secretary Liu owed him more than one life.

"So that's how it is."

Zhou Qian admired, "You're amazing!"

Her hand slipped under the quilt, grasping, and said: "This is amazing too."

"Then let me show you what else your brother is capable of!"

Song Guanchao flipped over, sliding down between her legs.

Zhou Qian seemed to guess what he was going to do, quickly closed her legs, and covered with her hands, "No..."

"It's only polite to reciprocate!"

Song Guanchao chuckled, pried away her delicate hands, his tongue moved like a dragon, making her feel utterly entranced and lost in ecstasy.

Her cheeks blushed like peaches, her teeth bit her red lips, her figure swayed as if intoxicated.

...

The next day, the two returned to Lingjiang, it was already noon.

Back at the City Committee, he headed straight for the project office to find Director He: "File an application."

"What application?"

"An application to borrow construction funds from the National Railway Bureau to use as demolition compensation."

Director He was dumbfounded and asked: "Apply to whom?"

"The National Railway Bureau."

"Secretary Song, are you joking?"

"Do I seem like I'm joking with you?"

Song Guanchao couldn't be bothered to explain further: "Once the application is written, have someone bring it to me."

Half an hour later, Director He personally came to the sixth floor and handed the completed application to Song Guanchao.

He hesitated, wanting to say that such an application was basically useless.

It seemed like Secretary Song really had no other tricks left.

Had there been any way to raise funds, he wouldn't have turned to the National Railway Bureau.

Song Guanchao carefully read it, found no issues.

He turned and walked into the office.

"Secretary, you need to sign this application form."

Wu Qiangwei picked it up, and halfway through, her brows furrowed.

Asking the National Railway Bureau for money... Is this the idea he came up with?

She wanted to say that they wouldn't possibly approve it.

But looking at Song Guanchao's calm expression, recalling his previously confident tone, Wu Qiangwei held back her critical words and grabbed a pen, swiftly signing her name.

Song Guanchao felt quite happy, the Secretary didn't question nor doubt.

He took the application form and went to Secretary Lu's office.

As he was about to knock, Secretary Sun stopped him: "Secretary Lu is quite busy, if Secretary Song has something to say, just tell me."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao handed over the application form with a smile: "Please get Secretary Lu to sign it."

"Alright, once Secretary Lu is finished, I'll submit it. Secretary Song, wait for my call."

Secretary Sun showed no intention of going in immediately, his smiling expression almost read "please leave" on his forehead.

Song Guanchao didn't bother with him, turned around and left.

After he left, Secretary Sun looked down at the application form in his hand.

Reading the content, his expression instantly became colorful.

This guy, did his brain get waterlogged?

Actually dreaming of getting money from the National Railway Bureau?

He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, knocked on the door, entered the office, and eagerly presented the application form: "Secretary, this is from Secretary Song, please take a look."

Secretary Lu's reaction after reading it was identical to his.

This kid either forgot to take his medication or took fake ones.

Amidst surprised laughter, Secretary Lu pondered the true intention behind writing this application form.

First and foremost, it could be assured that the intention wasn't to actually get the money.

Because this application would never be approved, the National Railway Bureau wouldn't agree to such an unreasonable request.

Since it's not for the money, there's only one reason left.

Through the application form, it shows that efforts were made.

Even if in the end, chaos ensued at the City Committee due to lack of demolition compensation, this application form could be something Wu Qiangwei could bring up.

So, he must sign it!

If he doesn't sign, and later the project team can't pay the demolition compensation, Wu Qiangwei would drag him down.

He swiftly signed his name: "Send it to Mayor Zheng, have him sign it too."

Secretary Sun's eyes lit up, Secretary Lu is truly cunning.

...

When the application form was sent back to Song Guanchao, he found not only Secretary Lu's signature on it but also Mayor Zheng's.

He scoffed, knowing what those two were thinking.

He guessed they were still laughing right now.

Laugh all you want.

Hopefully, you'll still be able to laugh later on.

He took the application form to the project group office to find He Songming.

He Songming felt quite irritated lately.

Lingjiang was being suffocated by finances, even demolition compensation wasn't approved.

If this continues, the project can't proceed at all.

He's currently responsible for this project, also handling interactions with the local government.

If the project encounters problems, he'd be directly impacted.

Song Guanchao handed the application form over: "Mr. He, please help me submit this application form."

Application form?

He Songming glanced at the content and his pupils dilated.

"This... is useless."

He Songming thought he had gone money-crazy.

"Fortune favors the brave."

"You..." He Songming wanted to tell him how unrealistic this was, but after thinking, he didn't.

This application form was destined to sink like a stone in the sea. He guessed Song Guanchao knew it was a long shot too.

"Alright, I'll send it back shortly."

"Mr. He, please write me a receipt."

"..." He Songming chuckled helplessly: "Is it necessary?"

Song Guanchao seriously said: "It's necessary! The proper procedures must be followed!"

"Alright, wait a moment."

A few minutes later, He Songming returned with a signed and stamped receipt.

In clear black and white, it stated that Magic City National Railway Bureau branch handling Lingjiang High-speed Rail Office had received the City Committee Office's construction fund application form, and relevant departments will respond within three working days.

Song Guanchao flicked a finger on the receipt.

This money is in the bag!

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