Official Career Storm
Chapter 688

Chapter 688: Chapter 688

Jiang Wangshan’s serious and solemn tone made everyone shiver.

But at this time, a dissatisfied voice rang out: "Even if he knows Minister Tang, it shouldn’t be like this, right?"

Zhao Weimin scolded: "Shut up!"

Zhao Qian immediately shut up, but his face showed some dissatisfaction, thinking Jiang Wangshan must be boasting.

In fact, the others felt the same way.

Even if Song Guanchao knows Minister Tang, claiming it’s easier to crush them than an ant seems exaggerated.

Jiang Wangshan smiled and said, "I’m just telling you, he’s going to have dinner with Minister Tang tonight. When did I ever say his backing was Minister Tang?"

"When I said his influence was beyond your imagination, it wasn’t scaremongering, but an objective fact."

"You don’t need to ask too many questions. I can’t go into details because it involves confidentiality regulations."

"The confidentiality regarding Secretary Song is at a top-secret level!"

"I dare say, I could lose my shirt. If you dare listen, be prepared to be monitored for the rest of your life."

Everyone looked at each other.

The more he said this, the more curious they became, as if a cat was scratching at their hearts.

What exactly is this Song Guanchao’s identity?

Is the confidentiality level really that high?

...

As they left the villa.

Lin Wanqiu wanted to say something to him but saw a man tossing aside his cigarette, saying, "It’s settled?"

"Hmm."

Song Guanchao introduced, "Lin Wanqiu, my sister. This is Jia Peinan, the Director of the Police Inspection Bureau."

Jia Peinan smiled at Lin Wanqiu and then at him, giving Lin Wanqiu an uncomfortable feeling.

"Let’s get in the car."

Song Guanchao sat in the front passenger seat. After getting in, Lin Wanqiu remembered to ask, "Guanchao, where are we going?"

She still didn’t know where they were having dinner tonight.

"Uhh... I don’t know either." Song Guanchao asked: "Mr. Jia, where does Minister Tang live?"

"Courtyard Seven."

Song Guanchao had never heard of it. Although he often came around here during his military service, he wasn’t familiar with the various estates.

Lin Wanqiu was astonished.

Courtyard Seven!

The place where they would have dinner tonight was unexpectedly there.

Courtyard Seven, full name Diaoyutai Courtyard Seven.

The housing prices there are at least half a billion.

The price is secondary; the key is the residents, almost all senior officials.

Even if regular people have the money, they rarely choose to live there because the pressure is too great.

Even department-level officials dare not reside in this district; at least provincial ministerial level is required to live there without pressure.

Because it was close to evening rush hour, it took nearly an hour for the car to finally reach the district.

After parking, Jia Peinan led the two towards the elevator.

Seeing his familiarity, it was clear he had come here many times.

While waiting for the elevator, he noticed Lin Wanqiu was a bit uneasy, unsure where to place her hands.

He smiled and said, "Guanchao, your sister is nervous, comfort her."

Song Guanchao rolled his eyes and said, "Don’t be nervous, Minister Tang is just a little old man, not pretentious. We’re just here for a meal, not to ask him for a favor."

Lin Wanqiu almost burst out laughing, thinking this was an unusual way to comfort someone.

She pulled Song Guanchao’s sleeve, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, "Who is Minister Tang?"

Song Guanchao replied, "The head of the Ministry of Public Security."

"Ah!" Lin Wanqiu was startled: "You, you... why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

Seeing her panic like a little rabbit, Song Guanchao found it amusing: "If I told you earlier, you wouldn’t be nervous?"

"I, I... I wouldn’t have come."

She was thinking a lot.

Song Guanchao might have brought her to meet a businessman or a city department leader.

But never in a million years did she imagine it would be this person!

This person is already one of the most powerful leaders domestically.

Living here is somewhat beneath his status.

Song Guanchao suddenly asked: "During your regular work, do you often get harassed by second-generation rich kids?"

Lin Wanqiu said: "There are some."

"So, I brought you here to establish connections. If anyone harasses you again, just tell Minister Tang and let him handle it."

"..."

Lin Wanqiu was speechless.

As a small journalist, how could such a high-ranking leader resolve personal issues for her?

But her heart was warm.

She knew Song Guanchao was helping her build connections.

Although she didn’t know how Song Guanchao and Minister Tang knew each other, being able to casually bring someone over for dinner, without even needing to notify Minister Tang in advance, was enough to show their unusual relationship.

The elevator doors opened.

Exiting the elevator, they entered the entrance hall.

The high ceiling was imposing, and the tiles were bright; the entrance hall was as large as many families’ living rooms.

They crossed the spacious and grand entrance hall to a foyer.

The housekeeper had already prepared slippers and warmly greeted them to change shoes.

Wearing the slippers, they walked down a corridor and entered the living room.

The long living room, at least thirteen meters, was decorated with a scholarly air.

It didn’t make people feel restrained; instead, it felt very cozy.

On the sofa sat an elderly woman, looking around sixty or so.

The elderly woman wore glasses, exuding an elegant and composed demeanor.

Seeing them arrive, she put down her document and stood up: "Xiao Jia, you’ve come."

Then she looked at Song Guanchao, stepped forward, and touched his head: "Old Tang said you’re here for an interview this time? Didn’t think to come over and see me."

"Grandma Xu."

Song Guanchao chuckled: "I didn’t want to disturb you."

"Go on."

Grandma Xu patted his head, then looked at Lin Wanqiu and said, "Are you Journalist Lin?"

Lin Wanqiu was very nervous and was even more flattered when the other called her name.

"Yes, I’m Lin Wanqiu."

"I’ve read your news."

Grandma Xu said, "You have solid professional skills, and I really like your interview style."

She took Lin Wanqiu’s hand and asked, "Are you and Guanchao dating?"

Jia Peinan snorted, hurriedly covering his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Grandma Xu looked at him.

Jia Peinan struggled to hold back: "Miss Lin is Guanchao’s god-sister."

God-sister?

Even with Grandma Xu’s vast experience and calm demeanor, she was a bit embarrassed at this moment.

The main thing was, she really couldn’t imagine, Song Guanchao suddenly bringing a girl home, introducing her as a god-sister.

Who would think that?

Seeing her embarrassment, Jia Peinan hurriedly said, "Guanchao just went to handle Miss Lin’s affairs, that’s why he’s been busy until now."

Grandma Xu naturally asked, "What was it about?"

Jia Peinan briefly explained what happened last night.

Grandma Xu frowned: "Outrageous."

Hearing that Song Guanchao had resolved it, she said nothing more.

It was almost seven in the evening when Minister Tang returned.

"I was in a meeting; it’s a bit late."

Minister Tang came over, saw Lin Wanqiu, and smiled, "Guanchao, this is your god-sister, right?"

Song Guanchao introduced, "Lin Wanqiu, a journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda. My god-sister is quite attractive; she’s often harassed by a bunch of second-gens. Grandpa Tang, you have to watch out for her."

Hearing this, Minister Tang was extremely surprised.

He had asked this kid to change his tone and he wouldn’t, yet for this girl, he was willing to change it.

Not only did he change his tone, but he also voluntarily owed him a favor.

Thinking of what Song Guanchao said, Lin Wanqiu helped him last night and took on great pressure.

It seems this kid is repaying a favor.