Wu Qiangwei saw his insidious smile and knew he had an idea; her anger suddenly subsided a bit.

"Tell me."

"Secretary, first, you should call Director Qin here and discuss his upcoming work plan."

"If the work plan does not mention monitoring the relocated households, then his action this time is under someone else's direction and has nothing to do with you, the Secretary."

"Of course, from now on, every meeting and call with him must be recorded and videotaped."

Wu Qiangwei understood his intention; this was to keep evidence in case he tried to smear her later.

But...

"No."

Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "It doesn't matter who instructed Director Qin. If a riot occurs, it will still be my failure to command."

Even if it holds the moral high ground, once a riot occurs, causing injuries or deaths, it will inherently have an impact.

This plan that harms both sides is meaningless.

"A riot is bound to happen, and it must happen!"

Song Guanchao had an insidious and cunning expression, "If it doesn't happen, there's no point."

"What... do you mean?"

"Secretary, listen to me carefully as I explain."

Song Guanchao took her teacup, sipped it, and elaborated on the hastily formed plan.

Listening to the details Song Guanchao recounted, Wu Qiangwei grew more and more alarmed, opening her mouth to speak several times.

After he finished, Song Guanchao took another sip of tea, looking expectantly, "Secretary, what do you think of my plan?"

After a silence lasting more than ten seconds, Wu Qiangwei finally said, "It's too insidious..."

Song Guanchao dismissed it with disdain, "There's no need to talk about rules with people like this. Besides, they were the ones who didn't follow the rules first."

"And it can also take the opportunity to pin a dereliction of duty on Director Qin."

"That idiot is now mingling with Mayor Zheng, which is not a good sign."

"I suspect Mayor Zheng must have promised him something."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be likely to help Mayor Zheng."

Song Guanchao held her teacup, contemplating, "We must find a way to take this idiot down."

Recently, the Police Department has been calm, and Director Qin has kept a low profile, which made him a bit careless.

Unexpectedly, in silence, this guy pulled off a big move.

"Phew~" Wu Qiangwei exhaled and said, "Let's proceed as you suggested."

"Alright, leave it to me. Secretary, you just sit back and enjoy the show!"

Song Guanchao chuckled and went out to make arrangements.

First, he called Liang Jianfeng, didn't mention the plan, just asked him to have someone watch those policemen.

Then he called Zhou Qian, "Xiao Qian, free up your evening, get the interview equipment ready, and come to the City Committee to find me after work."

Lastly, he called Lu Feng, "Madman, please keep an eye on someone for me..."

As he arranged things step by step, Wu Qiangwei also summoned Director Qin to the City Committee.

At three thirty in the afternoon, Song Guanchao's phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was He Songming calling.

Song Guanchao made a slight sound of recognition and answered it.

"Mr. He..."

"Secretary Song, busy?"

"Just finished, Mr. He, what can I do for you?"

"The bureau's reply has arrived."

Although he had already guessed this, Song Guanchao couldn't help but feel pleased upon hearing the news.

He had already lost hope and even made contact with Hong Kong Island.

But Magic City Railway Bureau responded!

A few minutes later, he saw He Songming in the downstairs office.

He Songming looked at him with a rather peculiar expression.

He handed over the document, "The bureau approved it unexpectedly."

Between the lines, he was curious about how he managed it.

Song Guanchao smiled and didn't explain.

He picked up the document and started reading.

The Magic City Railway Bureau agreed to advance the high-speed rail construction funds for paying the relocation fees and corresponding demolition and construction expenses.

Song Guanchao exhaled.

This matter was finally settled.

He rushed to the office to hand it over to Wu Qiangwei like a treasured gift.

Even though Wu Qiangwei was mentally prepared, she was still surprised to see the reply from the Magic City Railway Bureau.

She knew Song Guanchao had his secrets but couldn't resist asking, "How did you do it?"

"Actually, it was quite simple."

"Well, tell me."

Song Guanchao said, "I found the project manager, drank three bottles of baijiu with him. Calling him 'brother' with every sip, making him feel so comfortable that he approved it."

Wu Qiangwei's eyes were suspicious.

She found it hard to believe.

But Song Guanchao spoke with such seriousness that she couldn't tell if it was true or not.

The most important part was, the approval had indeed been granted.

Moreover, she couldn't figure out how Song Guanchao could be associated with the Railway Bureau.

So, even though it seemed incredible, it was indeed possible.

"You drank three bottles?"

"If not more."

Wu Qiangwei looked at him with a complex expression.

There was relief, gratitude, and some heartache.

Seeing this warmed Song Guanchao's heart. He just couldn't explain his connection with Liu Wanli but didn't expect that a random excuse seemed to have different effects.

"I'll keep the document here for now. Don't spread it outside temporarily."

"Understood."

"Knock, knock." At the sound of the knock, Zeng Li said, "Secretary, Director Jiang is looking for you."

"Please let her in."

Jiang Yiren paused upon seeing Song Guanchao, her eyes complex.

After days of giving a cold shoulder and getting nowhere, anyone would be frustrated.

But Qu Xiangru kept reassuring her, saying she must be overthinking it since there was no reason for anyone to treat her with cold indifference for no reason.

She couldn't help but self-doubt, wondering if she was really overthinking it.

She forced a smile and nodded at Song Guanchao.

"Director Jiang."

Song Guanchao greeted and said, "Secretary, I'll be leaving first."

"Alright."

Shortly after, Jiang Yiren came out too.

She had only walked a few steps before suddenly stopping, turning around, pulling something from her pocket, and placing it on the table, "Secretary Song, please enjoy."

Looking at the chocolate on the table, Song Guanchao was a bit puzzled, and by the time he looked up, Jiang Yiren's figure was already disappearing.

"Chocolate, huh."

Zeng Li squinted, a mischievous smile tinged with a bit of hostility, "Seems like the beautiful lady is interested in you."

"Don't speak nonsense."

"She's already giving you chocolate; next, she'll strip naked and throw herself at you."

Zeng Li said, sour notes tinging his voice.

Just as Song Guanchao was about to explain, Wu Yun suddenly approached.

She glanced at Zeng Li and said, "Secretary Song, I need to talk to you."

When Song Guanchao got up, his arm seemed to brush against something. He looked but didn't see anything.

As he left the office with her, he asked, "What is it?"

Wu Yun handed him a document.

It was a letter of accusation.

The target was Jiang Yiren.

The gist was that Jiang Yiren was accused of corruption and misconduct, hoping the Disciplinary Committee would investigate her.

Song Guanchao was somewhat surprised but not entirely.

Jiang Yiren was too high-profile and quite attractive, making her an easy target for jealousy.

This letter of accusation was very likely written by a woman with a dark heart.

However, the text was filled with baseless personal speculations, without a shred of actual evidence.

It was also an anonymous accusation.

"There's no need to bother with this kind of accusation."

The Disciplinary Committee receives so many letters of accusation each day that they pile up like mountains.

Yet, very few accusations are genuinely effective.

Unless it's a real-name report or accompanied by substantial evidence, the rest can be ignored.

Wu Yun said, "Should you mention this to Director Jiang?"

After all, Jiang Yiren was from the City Committee and had only been at work for a few days when she got accused.

Her suggestion was for Song Guanchao to give a reminder and ask her to keep a low profile.

At the very least, not to flaunt so blatantly.

"Alright, I'll talk to her about it later."

After Wu Yun left, Song Guanchao made his way to the secretariat.

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