Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 97 - 97 96 Sharp Edge in Combat

97: Chapter 96: Sharp Edge in Combat 97: Chapter 96: Sharp Edge in Combat To rise up to Wang Dong’s level, one must admit that each of them turned into cunning foxes, skilled in subtle strategies, excelling at drawing out matters to their ultimate potential.

Song Yun never fought an unprepared battle, especially since Wang Dong belonged to the Li Faction and had been promoted by Mr.

Li right from the start.

Therefore, he planned to probe into Wang Dong’s background thoroughly with Li Shishi.

When Li Shishi heard that Song Yun wanted to inquire about Wang Dong, she visibly hesitated.

In her eyes, Wang Dong was merely an uncle who visited during holidays to see her grandfather.

People like Wang Dong who visited were numerous, at least dozens each year, spread throughout the vast Jiangnan region, each controlling local politics.

The one unique aspect was that Uncle Wang had always been good to her ever since she was young, hence she also possessed a good impression of him.

But seeing how serious Song Yun was, Li Shishi disclosed everything.

Her grandfather had also mentioned to her previously that Wang Dong’s influence was definitely not limited to his current position as a bureau chief, and when the opportunity arose, he still needed to be supported, as it would greatly benefit the Li Family.

By the time Li Shishi had finished discussing all things related to Wang Dong, the moon had risen high in the sky.

Song Yun remained silent for a while before standing up and saying, “Time waits for no one; I’ll go upstairs to grab the documents, and we’ll immediately go find Wang Dong.

Although he’s probably more anxious than us, on account of my weaker position, I’ll give him some incentives first.”

Having driven to the residence where Wang Dong lived, Song Yun followed Li Shishi and knocked on Wang Dong’s front door, which was answered by a housemaid who exclaimed in surprise, “Miss Shishi, why are you here?”

“Is Uncle Wang at home?

I have something I’d like to discuss with him,” Li Shishi said, a professional smile hanging on her lips.

“I’ll go in and inform him.

Would you mind waiting outside for a moment?” After receiving Li Shishi’s permission, the maid quickly walked inside the house, prompting Song Yun to comment on her retreating figure, “The servants of wealthy families really are different; even their way of speaking has a politician’s air.”

“Proximity to red makes you red, proximity to black makes you black; constant exposure leads to learning,” Li Shishi retorted with a smirk, “Generally, the overall quality inside a wealthy family is very strong.

They are very meticulous when selecting servants, so don’t underestimate these maids; the breakthrough might just be with them.”

Wang Dong was someone who watched the evening news daily, even having his family record it if he had social engagements.

Some said the news only reiterated how peaceful and joyful our country was, while other countries were plagued with conflict and turmoil.

Or else it covered a state leader visiting another country, delivering lengthy speeches.

However, it’s an essential skill for a discerning politician to watch the evening news.

Why was the evening news established?

Partly to inform people about international news and help them sense the domestic atmosphere.

Additionally, it was designed for politicians and businessmen.

Astute politicians and businessmen always found useful intelligence from the thirty-minute evening news, discerning unique insights from seemingly trivial matters, such as state leader visits and discussions on cooperation.

Smart businessmen could scent business opportunities, adapting their industries to sectors that the nation would support next.

Wang Dong had also found the information he needed in today’s news, and was just about to watch the previous night’s recording from the provincial TV station when the maid came in to inform him that Li Shishi was there to see him.

After a moment of silence, Wang Dong stashed the manuscript he had been taking notes on, and followed the maid out of the house.

As he came outside, he saw Li Shishi standing with a man at the front door, his brow furrowed as he scolded, “If Shishi comes in the future, no need to inform me; why make the guests wait outside?”

The maid, feigning panic, apologized to Li Shishi, “I’m sorry, Miss Shishi.

It won’t happen again.”

Watching the scene, like an acted drama, Song Yun didn’t know why, but he really felt like laughing and indeed ended up laughing, causing Wang Dong to glance awkwardly at Song Yun and say, “Let’s talk inside.”

Li Shishi and Song Yun followed Wang Dong into the living room, where he instructed the maid to make tea, and then said, “Song Yun, it’s been a long time, but what brings you here so late in the evening?”

“It hasn’t been that long; we just spoke on the phone this afternoon,” Song Yun replied with a smile, “I just have some matters to discuss with you; I’m curious if you have time?”

“Whether I have time depends on who’s asking,” Wang Dong chuckled, “But for esteemed guests like you and Shishi, even if I don’t have time, I’ll make some.

I’ve heard you’ve been doing quite well, Song Yun, worthy indeed of having our Miss Shishi’s heart.”

Li Shishi rolled her eyes in displeasure and said, “Where’s Auntie?

I haven’t seen her around; it’s been a while since we last chatted.”

“Your auntie went out to buy some things and will be back soon.

She said she’s missed you too,” Wang Dong responded, “You should visit more often if you’re free; it’s quite boring for your auntie being alone all day.”

“I would like to visit, but there’s just no time,” Li Shishi responded with a pained expression.

“I understand, I understand.

It’s just like glue in the early days of a young relationship.

Your auntie and I went through the same,” Wang Dong teased.

“Song Yun, if you don’t treat our Shishi well, let’s not even talk about getting past her father; you won’t get past me.”

“Uncle Wang, please, be serious,” Li Shishi chided, frowning at Wang Dong.

“Alright, alright, no need to be shy; let’s discuss some real matters,” Wang Dong said earnestly, looking at Song Yun, “What brings you here so late?”

“I just came to discuss some matters with you, whether they work out or not,” Song Yun said, maintaining an innocuous expression.

Internally, Song Yun had already cursed Wang Dong countless times.

This old fox had been all fluff upon arrival, and had it not been for Li Shishi steering the conversation back, he might have chatted with her all evening about trivial matters and then tried to probe him—this was no mere fox, but a sly old demon.

“Wow!

Quite confident, young man!

If it’s trivial, Uncle Wang doesn’t bother with it,” Wang Dong said, laughing, though internally, he had also cursed Song Yun countless times already.

He had initially thought Song Yun was just a naïve, inexperienced young fellow, but it turned out he was also quite the cunning little fox indeed.