Chapter 1947

Chapter 1947: Chapter 1947

"Director Song."

Wei Zejun wore a slight smile, walking unhurriedly while extending his right hand.

When he reached the table, his right arm just lifted, grasping Song Guanchao’s hand.

Song Guanchao released his hand and was about to invite him to sit, but he had already taken a seat.

His body reclined completely against the chair, slightly leaning back, in a state of extreme relaxation.

Song Guanchao’s brow subtly rose.

This guy, from the moment he entered until now, has been using body language to try and seize the initiative.

The average person wouldn’t notice, only feeling somewhat uneasy.

Song Guanchao couldn’t help but reevaluate him, having always thought Wei Zejun was a second-generation rich kid with no real learning.

But through these details, he realized he might have underestimated him.

Song Guanchao fetched two disposable cups, sprinkled in some tea leaves, poured hot water, and placed them before the two of them, holding the rim of the cups.

"There’s no good tea, Young Master Wei, just have a sip."

Wei Zejun seemed completely unconcerned whether the tea was good or bad, saying, "I heard the city’s recent investment promotion hasn’t been very smooth."

Song Guanchao’s smile froze; this guy was really overstepping boundaries.

Actually discussing this to his face.

Jiang Heng’s heart leaped, a slight thrill rising.

He never expected Wei Zejun to bring up this matter in front of Song Guanchao.

The effect was simply perfect.

"Mayor Wu isn’t very old, right?" Wei Zejun suddenly shifted the conversation to Wu Qiangwei.

He seemed to be talking to himself, not needing a reply from Song Guanchao, continuing, "I have some insights about officialdom. In my humble opinion, in politics, one must blend in with the world. Why are there banners outside the industrial park? Why did something happen to the visiting foreign executives? Ultimately, it’s still about uneven profit distribution."

"Such a big cake, how can one person consume it all? One must share a bit, so everyone has something to eat, and no one will overturn the table."

"Director Song, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Song Guanchao nodded with a smile, "It makes sense."

Wei Zejun smiled, seeing that Song Guanchao didn’t take his words seriously, but he didn’t mind.

He said this to convey a message to Song Guanchao: without the ability to act independently, it’s better to quietly share the cake together.

"Let’s get back to business."

After the warning, Wei Zejun returned to the previous topic.

Song Guanchao said, "The industrial park welcomes all companies to settle in, as long as they meet the standards, they can receive city financial subsidies."

Wei Zejun watched the disposable cup in his hand sway, and said, "Let’s not beat around the bush, for every company, I’ll give you ten percent back."

He didn’t want to tangle with Song Guanchao; since he was invited here, it meant Song Guanchao had already compromised. The remaining issue was merely how to distribute the benefits.

Ten percent was not a small amount.

One million, that’s a hundred thousand.

Ten million, that’s a million.

How much could Song Guanchao, a director, earn on a fixed salary throughout his life to make several million?

Upon hearing this, Song Guanchao merely chuckled, seemingly dissatisfied with the offer.

Wei Zejun nodded at Jiang Heng, who retrieved a briefcase, placed it on the table, and opened it.

Inside, stacks of cash were neatly arranged.

There was about three hundred thousand in cash here.

Wei Zejun had been observing Song Guanchao, and at the moment the briefcase opened, he saw greed in Song Guanchao’s eyes.

He smirked subtly, confirming that Song Guanchao was also a money-loving person.

With a snap, he closed the briefcase, pushed it over, then stood up and said, "I’ll send someone to coordinate on the details. Oh, by the way, regarding those companies’ raw material suppliers, please ask Director Song to communicate with them to let Jiang Heng take over. Don’t worry, Director Song, I won’t let you suffer a loss."

With that, he left a small smile, and he and Jiang Heng departed.

Song Guanchao glanced at the briefcase on the table but did not touch it.

He walked to the window, and after a few minutes, saw Wei Zejun and Jiang Heng exit the City Government Building, each getting into their cars and leaving.

After confirming they had gone, Song Guanchao went back to his phone and called Liang Jianfeng.

"Mr. Liang, someone tried to bribe me, send someone over to preserve the evidence."

Liang Jianfeng was silent for two seconds, his tone full of helplessness, "Who are you going after again?"

Song Guanchao said, "Come over and we’ll talk."

He leaned back in his chair, waiting for about twenty minutes before a series of rapid footsteps sounded outside, and then the door was pushed open as Liang Jianfeng entered with several police officers.

Song Guanchao pointed to the briefcase on the table, "This is the money, there are fingerprints on it, be careful when preserving it."

Then he pointed to the bookshelf behind him, "There’s a camera there, it has the whole process of the bribery recorded."

The police exchanged glances, it was the first time they had encountered a leader with surveillance set up in their office.

What was this all about?

Liang Jianfeng said, "You guys step out for now."

After the police left, Liang Jianfeng asked, "What’s the situation?"

Song Guanchao explained the events encountered by the foreign executives during their visit.

Liang Jianfeng asked, "Who’s behind Wei Zejun?"

He didn’t believe an ordinary businessman would dare to do such a thing.

"His father is Wei Shoucheng."

"Wei Shoucheng?" Liang Jianfeng expressed unfamiliarity.

But since Song Guanchao directly named the person, it indicated he should have heard of him.

This implies that Wei Shoucheng should be quite a notable figure.

But he genuinely hadn’t heard of him.

"Who is this person?"

"A businessman, once the richest man in Jiangzhou City."

Liang Jianfeng looked at him sharply, his brows knotting instantly, "Are you sure you want to arrest his son?"

"I’m sure," Song Guanchao said, "This kid went too far this time. Without giving him a lesson, does he really think Jiangzhou City is his family’s territory?"

Liang Jianfeng asked, "Does Mayor Wu know?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

It wasn’t that Liang Jianfeng doubted him, but Wei’s background was too significant, unusually formidable.

Someone who once was the richest, whether in wealth or connections, was not comparable to him, a deputy director.

Someone with wealth of this magnitude, wielded considerable power and influence in society.

Even a Provincial Committee Secretary couldn’t stand on equal footing with such a figure.

It’s not an exaggeration to say the energy held by the richest person of a provincial capital surpasses that of a Provincial Committee Secretary.

And now, Song Guanchao wanted to arrest this man’s son.

Such an action could very well cause considerable turmoil in Jiangzhou’s political arena.

"I’ll ask Mayor Wu; wait here for me."

Liang Jianfeng didn’t make a call; he directly went to Wu Qiangwei’s office to explain the situation, confirming that she truly knew.

After listening, Wu Qiangwei said, "Preserve the evidence and invite him back to assist in the investigation."

Liang Jianfeng’s expression relaxed slightly.

Under normal circumstances, with overwhelming evidence, one could directly make an arrest; there was no need for assistance in an investigation.

Since Wu Qiangwei stated it this way, it indicated she didn’t intend to be too ruthless.