Official Career Storm-Chapter 1478

After work, Wu Qiangwei sent another message: "Wait for me in the parking lot."

Song Guanchao obediently went to the parking lot, standing next to the car.

His car and Wu Qiangwei's car were parked together, and he saw Wu Ming had already started the vehicle.

"Director Song, off work?" Wu Ming rested one arm on the car window, chatting idly.

"Yeah."

"Off work and not leaving? Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Take a guess."

"..." Wu Ming instantly felt bad, couldn't they have a proper conversation?

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei approached.

She came over, didn't even look at Wu Ming, and said, "Get out of the car."

"Huh?" Wu Ming was perplexed but still obediently got out of the car.

Wu Qiangwei reached out: "Car keys."

Wu Ming took out the car keys and watched as his older sister tossed them to Song Guanchao.

"..." Wu Ming realized that Song Guanchao was waiting for his sister.

Song Guanchao felt a bit bad about this, so he handed his car keys to Wu Ming: "Take my car."

Wu Ming felt a bit better; this guy at least knew how to behave.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard Song Guanchao say, "Put some gas in my car."

"..." You Ma Legebi!

Song Guanchao got in the car and drove away.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, got in the car, and started the engine.

When he looked at the fuel gauge, he couldn't help but swear again.

The gauge was nearly empty!

Does this bastard never refuel?

...

The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the rush hour traffic. Song Guanchao controlled the speed and asked, "Where to?"

"Home first."

"Oh." Song Guanchao nodded, then suddenly realized.

Wu Qiangwei said to go "home first."

Which meant they would be going out again later?

When they arrived at the neighborhood, Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked, "Where do you live?"

"Same neighborhood as you."

"Are you going back to change your clothes?"

Song Guanchao was about to say it wasn't necessary, but since Wu Qiangwei proactively asked, it meant she hoped he'd change.

Was wearing a suit too formal?

So tonight was a dinner as friends, a private meal?

"Yeah, I'll change."

He parked the car under Wu Qiangwei's building, then drove to his own building.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, he suddenly felt a bit headache.

Besides suits, he only had sportswear.

Suits were too formal, sportswear too casual...

Or maybe, suit on top, sportswear on the bottom?

After hesitating for a while, Song Guanchao found a pair of jeans in the corner.

These were from his college days.

Not that he couldn't afford other clothes, jeans were just too comfortable and didn't need frequent washing.

Pants decided, no change of shirt.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and tucked it into his jeans.

Looking in the mirror, it looked alright, neither too formal nor too casual. At least next to Wu Qiangwei, he wouldn't seem like a college student or like someone selling insurance.

Back under Wu Qiangwei's building, he waited about five minutes before Wu Qiangwei came down.

When he saw Wu Qiangwei coming out of the hallway, Song Guanchao's eyes lit up.

The daily ponytail bound with a band was now loose, smooth and straight, shiny black and thick.

A mid-length black spaghetti strap dress, covering the knees, showing slender calves.

This dress accentuated her figure, with a waist design.

Her ample chest raised the neckline, revealing a snowy white cleavage, yet not making it seem vulgar.

If you look closely, through the dress, you can see the outline of panties on her round and shapely butt.

On her feet were cool black peep-toe sandals, exposing several jade-like toes, cute yet pure.

From afar, she noticed Song Guanchao staring at her.

Wu Qiangwei felt slightly uncomfortable.

She walked over, pretending to be calm as she got into the car.

Song Guanchao got in and asked, "Where to?"

"Yunjian Restaurant."

"Uh... where's that?"

Song Guanchao wasn't too concerned with food and drink, not one to seek out culinary delights.

"Shizi Garden Pedestrian Street."

"Oh." He knew the place.

The liveliest commercial complex in Jiangzhou City.

The car was moving along the road, the windows slightly ajar, letting in a breeze carrying heat, mixing with the scent from her and wafting into Song Guanchao's nose.

At red lights, Song Guanchao would pretend to look at the scenery, but his gaze was always focused on her.

Only up close did he notice she wore a simple rose gold necklace, without a pendant, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.

After driving for over forty minutes, they finally arrived at the pedestrian street, where parking was difficult. Song Guanchao parked in a nearby mall.

"Parking fee sure isn't cheap." Song Guanchao remarked.

Wu Qiangwei said, "You're not short on money now, are you?"

"My consumption habits haven't kept up."

Song Guanchao chuckled, walking with her toward the elevator.

Elevator exited, they passed through the mall, finally arriving at the restaurant.

The restaurant had glass walls, tastefully decorated with ambiance.

The seats were already reserved by Wu Qiangwei, and the waiter led them to a window seat on the second floor, handing the menu to both of them.

Song Guanchao glanced at it, a Cantonese cuisine restaurant.

Wu Qiangwei skillfully ordered a few dishes, then looked up, "A drink?"

Song Guanchao instinctively replied, "I'm driving..."

Immediately he reacted, "Let's drink."

When a woman invites you for a drink, there's no reason to refuse.

Wu Qiangwei ordered a bottle of red wine and handed the menu back to the waiter.

The red wine arrived first, the waiter poured it into a decanter and served two desserts.

Wu Qiangwei picked up a spoon, tasting it slowly, casually saying, "Lin Chengze came to see me today."

"Who's Lin Chengze?"

"The former City Secretary before last in Jiangzhou City."

"Is it about Xu Chengcheng?"

"Yes." Wu Qiangwei said, "He wanted to tell me about Xu Chengcheng's identity, but I didn't let him."

Song Guanchao chuckled lightly, "Actually, it wouldn't hurt to let him tell you."

"Though I'm not clear on Xu Chengcheng's exact background, I can roughly guess."

"Oh? What's your guess?" Wu Qiangwei put down the spoon, took a sip of ginger tea, rested her head on one hand, smiling at him.

She enjoyed listening to Song Guanchao's analyses of things.

This focused and earnest attitude was very attractive.

Song Guanchao said, "I heard from Guo Tong that Xu Chengcheng is from Beijing, his background is also there."

"Xu Chengcheng went to see Secretary Zhou and gets along well with Lin Chengze, so it's certain that there's a high probability he's a second-generation official."

"His name is a doubled word. Usually, second-generation with doubled names can't join politics or get involved in political matters."

Wu Qiangwei nodded, knowing this better than Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao said, "Then it gets interesting."

"You tell me, why would someone like him from Beijing be in Jiangzhou?"

"Not staying in Beijing, nor going abroad to enjoy life, but running to Jiangzhou."

Wu Qiangwei softly expressed surprise; she hadn't considered this question.

Song Guanchao said, "Either, he's been kicked out, or his family isn't giving him enough money, so he has no choice but to earn some extra cash."

"Regardless of the reason, it indicates one thing."

"He's a second-generation official in name only."

If the family were truly rich and influential, these second-generation individuals achieve financial independence the moment they're born.

Without ambition, they live life doing whatever they please.

Those with ambition, after understanding their situation, would honestly go abroad to do business.

Not switch cities to quietly do such things.

Yes, quietly!

Song Guanchao was convinced that Xu Chengcheng's family was unaware of his activities.