Song Guanchao once again experienced the profound skills of Qu Xiangru.

The voluptuous, slender waist swayed, capturing souls and snatching lives. The white, long legs clamped down, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely, and Song Guanchao immediately surrendered.

However, Qu Xiangru didn't let him go, not giving him a chance to rest. Her big hips hovered up and down, never stopping.

Soon enough, it reignited his fighting spirit, forcing him back into battle.

The ups and downs almost cost Song Guanchao his life.

Finally, the storm calmed, and peace returned inside the room.

Song Guanchao lay on the bed, gasping for breath, too weak to move.

Qu Xiangru was also worn out, falling asleep shortly after lying down.

The next day.

Song Guanchao was slumped in his office chair, dozing off, with dark circles under his eyes.

He checked the time, it was nine thirty.

Last night Wu Qiangwei said she needed to talk to him.

So he went upstairs.

As soon as he appeared, Zeng Li grabbed him, sternly questioning, "What did you do last night?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, not speaking, and went straight into the office.

"Hmph, definitely got drained by that little policewoman."

Zeng Li flashed her little fang teeth, counting the days on her fingers.

It was only then she realized it had been a while since she and he had gotten intimate.

In the office, Wu Qiangwei told him about a big matter.

"There are two training slots in the city, one for the City Committee and one for the City Government."

"The slot for the City Committee is decided by Secretary Qu, while the one from the City Government is decided by Mayor Zheng and Mayor Jiang."

Song Guanchao remembered that Wu Qiangwei had mentioned training classes last year.

"Is it the Youth Class?"

"Yes."

"Where is the training held?"

"At the Provincial Party School," Wu Qiangwei replied. "The Youth Class training is very important, mainly focusing on cultivating local reserve cadres. You can regard it as training for reserve cadres."

Song Guanchao said, "Does this mean that as long as you attend this training, you'll become a mayor or secretary in the future?"

Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "Not necessarily, but the probability will be greater."

Song Guanchao said, "I'm now in the City Government organization. For my slot, it has to be decided by Mayor Zheng?"

"I've already talked to Mayor Zheng, and there won't be an issue on his side. The main concern is Mayor Jiang."

"Jiang Yuan..."

Song Guanchao was indeed a bit unsure.

He already knew Jiang Yuan was Secretary Tian's man.

And Secretary Tian had been making little moves for the next Governor candidate.

Although this time he gained nothing, and Qu Xiangru didn't benefit much either.

Most of the credit had been taken by him, Song Guanchao.

For this Youth Class training slot, Jiang Yuan might very well cause him trouble.

"Just be aware of this, don't go asking proactively, wait for Mayor Zheng's notification."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao nodded and asked about another thing, "Have those companies from Zhang Yan been delivered?"

"I was just about to talk to you about this."

Wu Qiangwei took out a document and handed it to him, "This is the list of the three listed companies and their contact information."

"Contact them and sign the investment contracts."

Looking at the list, Song Guanchao was amazed, "I do the signing?"

"Who else?"

Suddenly, Song Guanchao felt touched.

Three listed companies, this is no small achievement.

Wu Qiangwei didn't keep it, she handed it directly to him.

He's just become a district chief, and boosting the economy is crucial for him.

Restraining his emotions, Song Guanchao said, "I am now directly managed by the City Government, if I sign these directly, Mayor Zheng can also benefit."

He pondered for a while and suddenly had an idea, "Let Director Xu go with me."

"At that time, say it was when I was still in the City Committee, that these companies were contacted."

"The achievement is still mine, but Secretary, you can also take some credit."

As for Zheng Bihui, who cares about him.

No contribution, but always wanting to get a share? Dream on.

"That's doable." Wu Qiangwei smiled knowingly, aware he's looking out for her.

After coming out of the office, Song Guanchao had only walked a few steps before he suddenly stopped.

He turned around, looking at Zeng Li who was following him.

Zeng Li provocatively looked at him, while Song Guanchao felt helpless.

He went to an office on the first floor, where Zeng Li shut the door and sat directly on his lap.

Song Guanchao nervously kept glancing towards the door. The door wasn't even locked.

"Miss, please get down, I still have work to do."

"Hmph! Honestly, how many times did you do it last night?"

"I..." Even though they were already familiar with each other, facing her blunt nearly crude questioning, Song Guanchao felt embarrassed.

"Three times."

"Only three times?"

Zeng Li looked doubtful.

"..." This left Song Guanchao at a loss, "Three times is too few?"

Zeng Li looked worried, "Only three times, why do you seem worn out like that? I haven't even made good use of you yet."

"And you promised me, you said you'd be celibate for a month, you big liar!"

Song Guanchao said speechlessly, "Alright, alright, I'll start abstaining now."

"I don't believe you."

Zeng Li stuffed her hand into his pants to find a comfortable position to hold, "Tonight, you're mine."

"We'll see, but for now, it's really uncertain."

Song Guanchao shook the phone in his hand, "The secretary asked me to contact a few company representatives to discuss investment."

"Okay then."

Zeng Li, discouraged, said, "Then give me a kiss."

Song Guanchao held her face and gave her a solid peck.

"That's more like it." Zeng Li leaped off him, satisfied.

Song Guanchao sighed with relief and dialed the numbers of the responsible persons for the three companies listed in the document.

He needed to quickly implement the work of relocating these three listed companies to Lingjiang.

This was a significant matter.

Although the three companies Zhang Yan provided were not large in scale, they were still listed companies regardless.

Compared to the economy of Tongchi District, attracting three listed companies at once was unimaginable in the past.

Soon enough, he contacted the responsible persons from the three companies.

Two of the companies set appointments for lunch and dinner today, respectively.

The last one was scheduled for tomorrow.

He checked the time, it wasn't even ten, and he still had plenty of time.

He grabbed his phone, left his office, and went up to the sixth floor.

Passing by Qu Xiangru's office, he saw Jiang Yiren, sitting behind her desk with a somewhat desolate expression.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Jiang Yiren looked up.

The two exchanged looks from a distance, Jiang Yiren quietly withdrew her gaze without holding his eye contact.

Her mood was low.

After Song Guanchao left last night, she went back to the box to describe the process.

She thought, her third uncle and cousin would understand.

But as Song Guanchao said, they weren't grateful for her effort.

Instead, they scolded her, making her feel very upset.

Song Guanchao didn't go to comfort her. Some things, experiencing them firsthand, aren't necessarily bad.

Jiang Yiren is too naive, and Qu Xiangru doesn't particularly look out for her, much less teach her the survival tactics in politics.

In such circumstances, if she wants to grow, suffering a little might be a shortcut.

He knocked on Xu Xin's office door.

"Come in."

Xu Xin looked up and when seeing Song Guanchao, her usually calm eyes immediately radiated joy and excitement.