The next day, in the evening.

After work, he went to the restaurant with Zeng Li.

On the way, he suddenly received a call from Director Huang.

"Yang Kangji has gone to the club."

"Fenglin Club?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I got it."

After hanging up, Zeng Li asked, "Are you going to the club after dinner?"

"I'm not going, I'm letting Li He go."

"Li He? What's he going to do there?"

Zeng Li was puzzled for two seconds, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I get it, you want to send Li He to the club?"

Song Guanchao smiled, "You'll find out in a bit."

Li He and a few others had already arrived at the restaurant in advance.

As soon as he came in, several people immediately surrounded him with a respectful demeanor, even Zeng Li was surprised.

"Mr. Song, have a seat."

"Mr. Song, have some tea."

"Mr. Song, have a cigarette."

Li He and the others acted like lackeys, taking care of everything meticulously.

Zeng Li was stunned, these rich second-generation kids are such bootlickers.

Song Guanchao smiled and took out a cigarette, handing one to each of them.

They were flattered and accepted with both hands.

Song Guanchao also took out a lighter to light their cigarettes, but they quickly waved their hands, "We'll light it ourselves, no need to trouble Mr. Song."

"I'm usually busy with work and don't have time to show you around Lingjiang."

"No need to trouble Mr. Song, we can explore on our own."

Song Guanchao said, "If you encounter any problems, just let me know. In Lingjiang, I do have some influence."

They thought to themselves, you call this some influence?

With your status and standing, what can't you handle?

However, hearing this from Song Guanchao made them very happy.

When they asked Zeng Li to pass on the message, they were worried that Song Guanchao might refuse.

Now it seems that the issues in Yanjing have indeed been resolved from Song Guanchao's perspective.

"Let's eat."

Having finished a cigarette, Song Guanchao took the initiative to get up.

Li He and the others arranged the dishes and asked specially when it came to drinks, "Mr. Song, would you like to drink alcohol or a beverage?"

"A beverage."

They were a bit disappointed inside.

Drinking together helps build closer relations.

Song Guanchao smiled and said, "I have something I need your help with later, so I won't drink. Let's drink another day when I invite you."

Upon hearing this, their eyes lit up again.

Mr. Song actually needs our help!

This is a good thing!

How do relationships between people get connected?

Isn't it simply you help me, I help you?

Being asked for help means they have value.

"Mr. Song, please tell us, what do you want us to do?"

They all looked eager and ready to go.

Zeng Li was also curious.

Song Guanchao said, "I've offended a leader, and I want you to help teach him a lesson."

"A leader?" Li He asked, "Someone in the system?"

"The deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission."

"Ah?" Li He was dumbfounded.

His father was the head of the National Development and Reform Commission.

Yet, Song Guanchao was telling him he wanted to deal with the deputy director.

This...

Wait...

Li He asked, "Lingjiang's National Development and Reform Commission?"

"Yes."

"Phew~"

Li He breathed a sigh of relief; he just instinctively thought of Yanjing.

Turns out it's the local National Development and Reform Commission, so it's fine.

Song Guanchao briefly explained the situation on the other side and proceeded to tell them how he was offended.

Since he wanted to ask them to do something dirty, it was not good to hide the specific details.

After listening to the cause and effect, and the tasks Song Guanchao wanted them to do, they all understood.

This matter is straightforward.

To put it plainly, Song Guanchao just wanted to use their second-generation status, or rather, the status of their parents, to put pressure on Yang Kangji.

It's really nothing significant.

Even if their parents knew, they would support it.

Exchanging a small matter for a favor from Song Guanchao, this deal is too good to pass up.

"Mr. Song, leave this matter to us, we will get it done flawlessly for you!"

Li He patted his chest and promised.

Song Guanchao laughed, "Once it's done, I'll treat you to drinks!"

They were internally excited, knowing this was a great opportunity to perform well.

After dinner, they immediately headed to Fenglin Club.

Song Guanchao had already sent them Yang Kangji's photo.

A group of people arrived at the club.

Li He said in a low voice, "We must do a beautiful job on this! Aim to impress Mr. Song!"

Previously, Zeng Li had said they could turn a good deed into a bad one, and they were determined to prove her wrong.

Upon entering the club, Li He directly took out a wad of cash and slapped it on the front desk.

The receptionist girl was taken aback, "Sir..."

Li He interrupted before she could finish, "This is your tip."

"Tip?" The girl was stunned.

This wad of cash was at least a few thousand yuan.

There was no tipping culture domestically, although Fenglin Club often had wealthy visitors, at the very least small business owners.

But they rarely saw anyone leaving tips.

Even if they did, it was just a few hundred as a token gesture.

Under the envious gazes of her colleagues, the girl accepted the tip excitedly, "Thank you, sir."

She looked at Li He and the others, these few second-generation young men were good-looking, tall, and had excellent demeanor.

The young girl was captivated.

Li He turned towards the stairs, not looking back, "Show me your club's services."

The girl quickly followed, "Sir, our club..."

Li He listened patiently, and when reaching a less crowded area, he suddenly pulled out another wad of cash, "Tip, keep this."

The girl was ecstatic.

This... do people give tips like this?

She was thrilled to take it and kept expressing her gratitude.

Li He asked, "Which room is Yang Kangji in?"

"Yang Kangji?" The girl was puzzled, "Which person are you referring to?"

So many people came to the club daily that she couldn't remember who was who.

Li He directly took out a photo, "This one, recognize him?"

The girl immediately nodded, "That's Mr. Yang."

Then she took half a step back, her gaze cautious.

Li He said, "Relax, we're not police; have you ever seen police this handsome?"

The girl was still skeptical.

Their overt purpose and lavish spending made her a bit uneasy.

Li He said, "Help me find out which room this Mr. Yang is in."

After saying this, he took out a large wad of cash from his bag, "Here's fifty thousand yuan, all yours."

The girl's heart skipped a beat, taking it with some reluctance.

She whispered, "Mr. Yang is in room 308 on the third floor."

"Not bad." Li He praised, then took out a few more wads of cash, "Go, help me book a room opposite his."

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

The girl turned towards the front desk, and her colleague's eyes nearly popped out at the cash in her hands.

My god, how much money is that?

Where did these customers come from, does their family own a mint?

The girl quickly booked the room, put the cash she received into her bag, and locked it in the cabinet.

After finishing, she led Li He and his group upstairs.

Outside the club, Song Guanchao and Zeng Li sat in the car.

Zeng Li said, "It's strange that you would ask them to do something."

Song Guanchao said, "Doing nothing would make this trip pointless, besides, they are eager to do something for me."

"That's true."

Zeng Li looked around, then suddenly rolled up the window, unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over towards him, and reached for his crotch.

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