Chapter 1933

Chapter 1933: Chapter 1933

When he found Zhou Xingjian, the inspection here was nearing its end.

Leaving the industrial park, the group headed straight for the restaurant.

The friendly atmosphere lasted until the end of the dinner.

After Mr. He and the others left by car, Zhou Xingjian finally had time to inquire about the afternoon’s situation.

"Director Song, what happened this afternoon?"

He only saw Vice District Chief Wang having private conversations with Song Guanchao a few times, and although Vice District Chief Wang tried hard to conceal it, he still noticed the serious expression.

Song Guanchao roughly recounted the afternoon events to him.

Zhou Xingjian’s anger flared up suddenly: "Was it Secretary Zhou?"

Song Guanchao shook his head: "Wei Zejun."

Zhou Xingjian was stunned, who is this?

"The person behind Jiang Heng." Song Guanchao said, "Young Master of Hong’an Real Estate."

He was not unfamiliar with Hong’an Real Estate.

After pondering for a bit, he understood why Wei Zejun wanted to do this.

The other side had set their sights on the juicy piece that was the industrial park.

Zhou Xingjian was a bit worried: "Chairman Wei of Hong’an Real Estate has a lot of power... Does Mayor Wu know?"

Involving this level of confrontation, he didn’t think Song Guanchao had the ability to handle it; it would be best if Mayor Wu personally stepped in to coordinate.

They shouldn’t think of holding the industrial park too tightly; it’s better to let go of some benefits.

It’s not that he was timid; this was an unspoken rule after all.

"I’ll handle it, don’t speak about it everywhere." Song Guanchao took out his car key: "Head back early."

Watching Song Guanchao’s silhouette, Zhou Xingjian wanted to speak but held back in the end.

He and Song Guanchao had serious differences in opinion.

If it were up to him to handle it, he would choose to keep peace for financial gain.

Song Guanchao, however, was unmoved.

Zhou Xingjian thought, this was probably the difference between him and me.

If it were him, finding out that the person causing trouble was the former richest man in Jiangzhou, he wouldn’t consider confrontation, let alone be scared out of his wits.

"Youth brings vigor." Zhou Xingjian sighed.

He didn’t have much confidence in Song Guanchao.

No matter how steadfast and capable Song Guanchao was, the great disparity in social status and wealth was clear.

Although it was the son of Chairman Wei who acted, not Chairman Wei himself, it was not someone Song Guanchao could contend with.

Director of the City Government Office, a main-level unit, with a vice-departmental level positioning.

At this level, at this age, he was outstanding wherever he went.

Ordinary wealthy individuals would greet him with smiles.

But Chairman Wei was not an ordinary person.

He was once the richest man in Jiangzhou!

Since ancient times, money and power go hand in hand; if you are wealthy to this extent, you can practically make the dead walk the mill.

Even if his son wanted to snatch a piece from your industrial park, or even kill someone openly, he would still have a way to escape punishment.

Zhou Xingjian was backing down internally, not wanting Song Guanchao to persist in his hardline approach.

In his view, there was no need for it.

...

"Useless.

Sun Jiajun was so angry that he was practically out of breath.

He didn’t expect Song Guanchao to be so capable, resolving all those dozens of property owners.

The sting operation failed, blockading with a banner failed too, what should he do next?

Sun Jiajun scratched his scalp in frustration, unable to think of any good solutions.

Moreover, he got the news that a few foreign company executives were arranged to stay in a guesthouse.

This was clearly one of Song Guanchao’s measures to deal with emergencies.

It now seemed impossible to make another move on them.

On the other side, Song Guanchao returned home, took a shower, and sat on the sofa watching television.

His phone was on the coffee table, so he could see it immediately if any calls came.

He was waiting, waiting for any surprises that might happen tonight.

Until midnight, the phone never rang, and only then did Song Guanchao go into the room to rest.

The next day.

Jiang Heng went to Qin Garden to find Wei Zejun, reporting to him the threat Song Guanchao made yesterday and what he asked him to convey.

"Is that what he said?"

Wei Zejun chuckled: "He seems to harbor quite a bit of hostility towards me."

Jiang Heng said: "Maybe it has something to do with those property owners with the banner yesterday, Young Master Wei, should I pause my actions for a while?"

"Yes, don’t go for now." Wei Zejun’s goal was to make money, not make enemies; he wanted to be friends with the other party, not foes.

After Jiang Heng left, Wei Zejun made a call: "Uncle Fan..."

...

Song Guanchao did not go to trouble Wei Zejun; he had made it very clear yesterday, this was the last time, if it happened again, he would not hold back.

As long as Wei Zejun stopped now, he could let go of what happened before.

At noon, while he was dealing with work, his phone vibrated—it was an unknown number.

He picked it up: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Director Song, I’m Xue Jie, Secretary to Governor Fan."

"Hello, Secretary Xue, what’s the matter?" Song Guanchao asked routinely.

Xue Jie said: "Governor Fan wants to learn about the Wensong District Industrial Park, are you available to come by?"

"Right now?"

"Yes, Governor Fan happens to have time now."

"Alright, I will head over now."

Song Guanchao didn’t think much of it; relatively important city government projects needed periodic reports to the provincial government. He just thought Governor Fan wanted to understand some details and coincidentally, he was in charge of this project.

He first went upstairs to inform Wu Qiangwei.

"Governor Fan is looking for you?" Wu Qiangwei felt it was quite odd.

"What’s wrong? Any issues?"

"He’s not the Deputy Governor in charge of attracting investment."

It was not his responsibility, so why was he concerning himself with it?

Both Deputy Governors and Vice Mayors have their own areas of responsibility.

In the bureaucracy, it’s taboo to interfere with others’ work.

Song Guanchao also found it strange: "I’ll go and see first, maybe Governor Fan is trying to help us draw in investment?"

"Okay, come back straight after." Wu Qiangwei only found it strange and didn’t think in negative terms.

The provincial government was also in Jinpings District, a few kilometers from the city government.

Song Guanchao didn’t drive; he first bought a cup of milk tea nearby, then took a cab to the provincial government.

He was not new to the place and was quite familiar with it.

Taking the stairs, he planned to find Qu Xiangru after reporting to Governor Fan and treat her to milk tea.

Arriving at the Deputy Governor’s office, Xue Jie got up and smiled: "Director Song."

Song Guanchao put the milk tea down and followed him into the office.

"Governor Fan, Director Song is here." Xue Jie poured a cup of tea and left the office.

Governor Fan, named Fan Lun, was 53 years old, about 165 cm tall, and had half of his hair white.

Unlike most pot-bellied leaders, he was skinny and dark, with a face that made one feel he was an honest official.

"Governor Fan." Song Guanchao greeted him before sitting down.

Governor Fan wore a kind smile, inquiring about the industrial park’s related circumstances and current progress.

Being the project’s primary person in charge, Song Guanchao answered every question thoroughly.

Governor Fan nodded frequently; once he was well-informed, he commented: "During the meeting at the beginning of the month, Governor Lu brought this project up for discussion. Actually, some people in the province were not very supportive and not very optimistic. I suppose you understand the specific reasons."

Song Guanchao nodded, not proclaiming the city government could definitely make the project successful or anything.

He wasn’t familiar with Governor Fan, nor was Governor Fan a supervising leader, so there was no need to show off in front of him.

His calmness fell into Governor Fan’s eyes as modesty.

"What I heard about you is somewhat different." Governor Fan smiled, then said: "I happen to know a few entrepreneurs who are in transition. After hearing your report, my view on the industrial park is greatly improved. Let’s do this, I will have them contact you."

So it was indeed about helping to attract investment.

Song Guanchao smiled, "Thank you, Governor Fan."

However, the next second, when he saw the business card Governor Fan pushed over, his smile froze on his face.