On Monday morning, Jiang Yiren, wearing flat shoes, found Song Guanchao.

"Secretary Song."

She no longer had her usual businesslike cold demeanor, with a faint smile on her face.

"Wait for me a moment."

Song Guanchao tidied up the documents and handed them to Zeng Li: "Please send these to Secretary Wu shortly, I'm heading out for a bit."

"Oh."

Zeng Li, resting her chin on her hand, watched the two leave with laughter, feeling somewhat unhappy.

Downstairs, they got into the car.

Song Guanchao headed straight for the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

Jiang Yiren asked, "Did you call Director Feng?"

"No."

"What if he's not there when we get there?"

"Then we'll see."

Song Guanchao said, "You are now the leader of the Cultural Creation Team, you need to learn to adapt to your new role."

"Role? What kind of role does being a leader have?"

"Whether it's the Guidance Group, the Inspection Group, or the Cultural Creation Team you're currently part of, as long as it's a group formed under the City Committee or City Government's supervision, the powers are very ambiguous."

"On a smaller scale, you represent Secretary Lu's will. On a larger scale, you represent the will of the Party Committee."

"Make a big deal out of nothing, understand? That's the idea."

Jiang Yiren suddenly understood: "Pretending!"

"..." Song Guanchao was momentarily speechless, as such a crude word coming from her mouth seemed quite inappropriate.

"If that's how you see it, then yes."

"But pretending is a very deep knowledge with high technical requirements."

"Huh?" Jiang Yiren had never heard that pretending required technique or could be elevated to the level of knowledge.

Song Guanchao explained, "You yourself are at a Director level, Director Feng is a Standard Level with real power, and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau itself is a large department with a wide range of influence."

"Even though you are the leader of the Cultural Creation Team, it's not easy to put on a show above him."

Jiang Yiren listened carefully, realizing that Song Guanchao was genuinely guiding her.

She wasn't ashamed to ask, "So how should I pretend?"

"Three words."

Song Guanchao raised one finger: "Leverage!"

Then raised a second finger: "Labeling!"

Finally raised one more finger: "Momentum!"

She was thinking, and Song Guanchao said, "Watch how I perform in a while, observe more, think more, and learn more."

At nine twenty-five, the car stopped in the parking lot of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

The security guard once again saw that striking figure.

Truly pleasing to the eye.

The two arrived outside the office, and before they could get close, Secretary Yang stood up: "Secretary Song, Director Jiang."

Song Guanchao smiled, "Is Director Feng in?"

Secretary Yang said, "Director Feng is rather busy."

Song Guanchao asked, "Busy with what?"

"Uh..." the question hit right where it hurt.

Claiming to be busy meant not wanting to meet.

Why keep asking?

Secretary Yang replied, "He's on a call."

Song Guanchao said, "Go check if he's finished the call."

"Secretary Song..."

"Go, don't make it difficult for me."

Secretary Yang looked unhappy.

Make it difficult for you?

You're just a secretary, and even the Deputy Secretary's secretary at that.

The airs you're putting on are too much, aren't they?

Secretary Yang shook his head, politely saying, "Secretary Song, why don't the two of you sit over there for a while, once Director Feng is done, I'll report to him."

Song Guanchao said nothing, took out his phone, and called Director Feng.

"Beep beep..."

The phone rang, but no one answered.

Evidently, Director Feng had heard the commotion outside.

"The call went through, it seems Director Feng has finished his call."

Song Guanchao didn't care whether he picked up or not, he was already there, not seeing him wasn't an option.

He stepped forward, but Secretary Yang stopped him: "Secretary Song, maybe you should wait a bit, I'll go in and report to Director Feng?"

"Okay."

Once inside, Jiang Yiren asked, "Aren't you afraid of offending Director Feng by doing this?"

Song Guanchao replied, "It's true that interpersonal relations are important within the system, but rules are even more important. The rules within the framework are used to deal with those who don't want to engage in interpersonal relations with you."

"As for offending... If you've slapped someone in the face, what's there to talk about offending or not?"

Besides, Director Feng wasn't one of Wu Qiangwei's people.

If he gives me face, I'm happy to talk peaceably.

But if he doesn't,

then neither is Song Guanchao made of clay, tolerating this nonsense.

Just do it and finish.

Jiang Yiren felt a bit embarrassed, she had forgotten about this aspect.

At this moment, Secretary Yang returned: "Secretary Song, Director Feng is on a call, using the landline."

"Oh, I see."

Song Guanchao chuckled and tilted his head slightly: "Director Jiang, give Director Wu Yun from the Disciplinary Committee's Supervision and Review Office a call, ask her to come over."

Jiang Yiren, curious as to why the Disciplinary Committee was being called, wondered if they were going to report Director Feng.

But on what grounds?

Curiosity aside, she wouldn't ask directly in front of outsiders, she took out her phone and dialed Wu Yun.

Secretary Yang didn't understand his actions, but he knew the other party was deliberately looking for trouble.

He hesitated for a bit before turning back into the office.

Jiang Yiren immediately put down her phone: "Should I still call?"

"Call."

"...Oh."

Secretary Yang returned, glanced at both of them, and sat back in his chair.

Evidently, Director Feng's intent was to let them call, without acknowledging them.

They're not Zhu Qiushui, after all.

Just a lowly secretary, using Cultural Creation to press me, do you really think you can suppress me?

If you, Song Guanchao, have means, don't I have any?

After Jiang Yiren finished making the call, Song Guanchao was also on the phone.

"Miss Zhou, come over to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, bring the interview equipment."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao turned and went to sit on the chair beside the door.

Half an hour later, Wu Yun arrived first.

"Secretary Song, Director Jiang."

"Director Wu." Song Guanchao said, "Have a seat, and wait a moment."

"Alright."

About ten minutes later, Zhou Qian arrived.

Wu Yun blinked, wondering why she was here too.

Zhou Qian was also curious why Wu Yun was here.

Song Guanchao stood up and said to Secretary Yang, "Secretary Yang, let me introduce you, this is Zhou Qian, a host from Lingjiang TV Station."

"And this is Director Wu Yun from the Supervision and Review Office."

"Please inform Director Feng that I will, under Miss Zhou's interview, report to Director Wu from the Disciplinary Committee some issues we encountered during communication with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau regarding Cultural Creation."

Secretary Yang's lips twitched, wondering if Song Guanchao was a madman.

Inviting a leading hostess from the TV station and calling in the Disciplinary Committee.

Saying he wanted to discuss communication issues, who knows what he really intended to say.

If today's interview got reported and had any effect, Director Feng might end up being labeled as "negligent."

"Please wait a moment, Secretary Song."

Secretary Yang quickly rushed into the office, and less than half a minute later, Director Feng came out.

Seeing Zhou Qian and Wu Yun, he managed to maintain a smile: "Secretary Song, what is going on?"

He assumed Song Guanchao was just bluffing, but he actually brought the Disciplinary Committee.

The Supervision and Review Office, one of the most important sections of the Disciplinary Committee.

And the TV station...

This woman had been praised by the provincial authorities as a host.

This guy named Song, you've really got a knack for this!

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