CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 469: SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES

In a private club, Feng Huzhou, Lan Hui, and An Siwei were gathered together once again.

Glaring coldly at Lan Hui, Feng Huzhou’s eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"I told you to deal with Chen Bin, and now look what’s happened—you’ve ended up helping him instead?"

"I didn’t expect it to turn out like this either! He’s just an outsider, not even responsible for any core work at the station. Logically speaking, he shouldn’t have been able to pull off the Spring Festival Gala. But... well, I have to admit, he’s impressive."

Lan Hui, at this moment, was also fuming.

After all, she was the one who assigned Chen Bin to handle the Spring Festival Gala. At the very least, she should have earned herself the credit for recognizing talent.

And yet, not a single benefit was gained.

"I’ve been telling you, Chen Bin isn’t as easy to deal with as you think. You’d better figure out a way to suppress him fast, or else, I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts eyeing the station director’s position."

Hearing this, An Siwei couldn’t help but chime in.

"He just organized a Spring Festival Gala—is it really that serious?"

Lan Hui nodded repeatedly.

Evidently, she didn’t think Chen Bin was qualified to replace her.

Feng Huzhou turned his gaze to An Siwei, his expression solemn.

"Wherever Chen Bin goes, he refuses to fall behind others. He’s not only highly capable but also excellent at building connections. With Zeng Pengchao’s appreciation, how hard would it be for him to become the head of the provincial TV station?"

At this, An Siwei nodded as well.

After all, he had been severely scolded by Zeng Pengchao not long ago.

At this moment, Feng Huzhou turned his attention back to Lan Hui.

"Chen Bin gained immense attention during the Spring Festival Gala—that alone is a bargaining chip for replacing you. You haven’t done anything that could give him leverage over you, have you?"

Lan Hui froze abruptly, her guilty eyes darting aside.

"Of course not. I’ve always worked diligently. I wouldn’t have left any dirt for others to use against me."

"Good. Chen Bin is as sly as they come. If he ever gets hold of any dirt on you, your time as station director would be over."

Lan Hui felt her heart pounding wildly, a twinge of regret creeping in for having made an enemy of Chen Bin.

At this point, An Siwei shifted the topic.

"Governor Feng, regarding the construction of the new TV station, any updates?"

"I’m already retired. I don’t have concrete information, but I’ve heard the province wants you to raise the funds yourselves."

"Raise the funds ourselves?"

Lan Hui’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"Building a new station costs at least several billion. Where would our TV station even get that kind of money?"

"That, I’m not too sure about. Even if the province allocates some funding, it’d probably only be partial—the rest would have to be handled on your own."

"If we have to raise the funds ourselves, we might as well drop the idea."

Lan Hui had originally planned to rake in a hefty sum through the new construction project.

Now, it seemed that her plans were going up in smoke.

After dinner and seeing Feng Huzhou off, she returned home alone.

On the way back, Lan Hui’s mind was filled with Feng Huzhou’s words.

She realized she had to start taking Chen Bin seriously.

She couldn’t keep treating him like some minor player.

The next day, in her office, Lan Hui hesitated for a long while before finally dialing a number.

"Minister Wei, I have something I’d like to report to you. Are you free at noon? Alright, let’s meet at the usual place."

After hanging up, Lan Hui immediately reserved a private room at Yanxi Hotel.

After work at noon, she promptly arrived at the hotel and ordered the food and drinks.

About half an hour later, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

In walked a greasy, bald older man.

He was short, with a bloated build.

His beady eyes, framed by glasses, fixated on Lan Hui’s bosom the instant he entered.

If Chen Bin were present, he would have immediately recognized this man as the lecher who had ogled Wu Jie at the dress shop.

His name was Wei Xichun, the Executive Deputy Minister of the Yanxi Provincial Committee’s Organization Department.

Sitting down beside Lan Hui, Wei Xichun wasted no time.

He directly reached out and grabbed her chest, kneading it forcefully.

The intense pain surged through Lan Hui’s heart, igniting a blaze of fury inside her.

But in the end, she forced a smile, lightly slapping his hand.

"Oh, you’re so naughty. Why do you take advantage of me every time we meet?"

Wei Xichun withdrew his hand, bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff, his face full of pleasure.

"Haha, beautiful women like you are meant to be enjoyed by men."

"I’m already in my fifties—how can I still be considered a beauty?"

"Older is better. Older women have more charm."

As he spoke, Wei Xichun’s hands began to wander across Lan Hui’s body.

"If no one told me your age, I’d say you look no older than your forties. Such smooth skin—just perfect to touch..."

Lan Hui hurriedly grabbed his hands, smiling.

"Minister Wei, no matter how charming I am, I’d never compare to those young girls."

Wei Xichun said nothing, lifting her hand to kiss it.

Startled, Lan Hui quickly withdrew her hand.

Taking the opportunity, Wei Xichun rubbed against her inner thigh through her pants.

Lan Hui clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could chop off his disgusting claws.

Every time they met, he took full advantage of her—truly shameless!

In Lan Hui’s mind, men were inherently lecherous creatures.

But someone like Wei Xichun was nothing short of a pervert.

No matter a woman’s age or appearance, he would find a way to exploit her.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Hui quickly switched to a smiling demeanor.

"Minister Wei, if you really want, I can call my niece and have her come over to tend to you."

"Forget it. I had her all night yesterday—she’s probably still asleep now."

Hearing this, Lan Hui smirked coldly in her heart.

In order to curry favor with Wei Xichun, she had even offered her niece to him.

Since then, her niece had complained frequently.

Wei Xichun had an insatiable appetite, often tormenting her up to ten times a night.

Yet each session lasted barely ten seconds, leaving her with no satisfaction whatsoever.

Once the dishes were served, Wei Xichun downed a glass of Bailing Wine on an empty stomach.

Still leering at Lan Hui, he said, "Didn’t you want to report something to me? Let’s hear it."

Ignoring his lecherous expression, Lan Hui spoke seriously.

"Minister Wei, do you know about Chen Bin?"

"Of course. I even ran into him once. He was fooling around with one of your station’s hosts in a fitting room. That girl was really something—wonder if she’s as good in bed."

Lan Hui tuned out his vulgar comments and said earnestly.

"I want Chen Bin out of the provincial TV station."

She had thought it over the night before and decided that driving Chen Bin out was the safest bet.

Otherwise, her position as station director would never be secure.

Wei Xichun shook his head, his expression darkening slightly.

"That won’t be easy. Do you know who decided on transferring Chen Bin to the provincial TV station?"