Listening to Secretary Tian's words, Jiang Yuan did not think much and immediately said, "Secretary Tian, rest assured, I will find a way to make Secretary Qu make a mistake."

This was a moment Jiang Yuan had to express his stance.

For Secretary Tian, the position of governor was a must-have.

He had already dealt with the other candidates who might be promoted to governor.

The only one left was Qu Xiangru.

Moreover, Qu Xiangru also aimed to be governor.

Secretly, Secretary Tian must have discussed with Qu Xiangru, who must have refused.

Otherwise, Secretary Tian would not have made this phone call.

They are now in a competitive relationship.

Also, they are the two candidates with the most hope.

For Secretary Tian to secure the position of governor, there is only one way—to make Qu Xiangru make a mistake.

Qu Xiangru is in Lingjiang, and she is unaware of the relationship between Jiang Yuan and Secretary Tian.

In this situation, she won't be on guard.

Jiang Yuan could also have a better chance to strike at her.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuan lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair to think.

He was a local person from Lingjiang with extensive connections.

If he intends to target someone, the average person truly cannot defend against him.

However, this matter is not simply a matter of fighting and killing.

He couldn't possibly send someone to kidnap Qu Xiangru.

To make her fall from power, the best way is to set a political trap for her, making her make a mistake.

Or possibly, present her with a few difficult challenges.

Jiang Yuan exhaled smoke slowly, with one plan after another flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind.

Qin Yuejin!

He squinted his eyes.

Perhaps, he could detonate the Qin Yuejin bomb.

Qin Yuejin was no virtuous person; the problems he had were innumerable.

Moreover, this fellow was not one of his own.

Because of this, he had always been unable to completely control the public security system.

If it weren't for this fellow being quite influential, he would have long wanted to take care of Qin Yuejin.

This time might be a good opportunity.

Expose Qin Yuejin's problems and throw this difficult issue to Qu Xiangru.

Though Qu Xiangru is the Deputy Governor and City Committee Secretary, taking down Qin Yuejin is almost impossible.

The more Jiang Yuan thought, the more feasible this plan seemed.

However, he had to carefully work out the details.

His figure must not appear in this matter.

Nor can anyone detect that he is fanning the flames.

Otherwise, given Qin Yuejin's personality, once he goes mad, he wouldn't go after Qu Xiangru, but would come directly for revenge against himself.

This issue cannot be rushed; it must proceed slowly.

...

Friday.

Song Guanchao went to the bidding center to participate in the land auction of Fengmen Building.

Liu Lanzi successfully bid for two core plots as she wished.

...

At the same time.

In the city government, Secretary Sun was reporting the auction information to Zheng Bihui.

Zheng Bihui listened expressionlessly and only acknowledged it with a hum after he finished speaking.

Secretary Sun dared not look at him.

This project was originally supposed to be his!

Because of his negligence, the project ran into problems.

Thankfully, in the end, Qu Xiangru stepped in and prevented a bigger problem.

Through this incident, he could clearly feel that Zheng Bihui no longer had any trust in him.

Secretary Sun felt bitter.

After all, once truly debated, this matter really didn't have much to do with him.

It was completely due to those two second-generation heirs making reckless decisions.

But Zheng Bihui wouldn't care about these.

Zheng Bihui raised his wrist to check the time and said, "Reserve a private room at Xianglin Water Building, one table each for lunch and dinner; I'm going to host distinguished guests."

"Alright."

Secretary Sun happily left.

After he left, Zheng Bihui dialed Song Guanchao's number.

Song Guanchao was quite surprised to receive a call from Zheng Bihui.

"Mayor Zheng, hello. Do you have any instructions?"

"Secretary Song, if you have time, come to the city government. I have something to discuss with you."

Discuss with me?

Song Guanchao almost thought he misheard.

What capability does a humble secretary like me have?

"Alright, I will come over now."

Zheng Bihui casually placed his phone down, lit a cigarette, and squinted out of the window.

Today, the Hong Kong businessman who had been maintained for more than half a year would personally arrive in Lingjiang.

If there are no unexpected issues, this Hong Kong businessman would sign the investment contract during this visit.

Although the Fengmen Building project was lost, as long as this project lands, it would equally be a mega-project worth over ten billion!

Moreover, it's an investment from Hong Kong.

This is much more valuable than just selling land.

Zheng Bihui had already decided; this project absolutely could not let Secretary Sun meddle.

He needed to change secretaries.

And he had already chosen a candidate.

This candidate was Song Guanchao.

The question was whether Song Guanchao would be willing to accept the olive branch he extended.

He and Song Guanchao had some grudges before, but in politics, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

He had actually thoroughly understood this person, Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao had strong ability, upright character, and also possessed an ambition to climb higher.

To get him to align with himself, the simplest way is to exchange through benefits.

He lacked people around him, lacked capable people.

Song Guanchao was the most suitable candidate.

Therefore, he did not mind letting go of past grievances.

At ten fifty, Song Guanchao arrived at the city government.

He knocked on the door and entered the office.

Zheng Bihui came out from behind the desk, with a bright smile: "It's better to be timely than early; it's just lunch time. Let's eat and talk."

He reserved a table for both lunch and dinner.

The lunch table was to host Song Guanchao.

The dinner table was to host the Hong Kong businessman.

Since inviting Song Guanchao to join him, naturally he had to show his sincerity.

Mere verbal promises wouldn't convey his regard for him.

Song Guanchao only felt increasingly puzzled. What on earth was this old dog plotting by calling him?

Seeing his smile, it didn't seem like he had any good intentions.

"You've made Mayor Zheng's expense."

"We are old acquaintances, Secretary Song. No need to be so polite."

Old acquaintance, my foot.

Song Guanchao thought bitterly, but was curious to see what the old man was up to.

Coming out of the city government, they took a taxi to the restaurant.

Xianglin Water Building was quite a high-end restaurant in Lingjiang, with very high per capita consumption.

Song Guanchao stayed alert, turned on his phone camera, and placed it in his chest pocket, quietly filming.

To avoid the old dog secretly laying a trap for him.

The waiter led them into a private room, and Song Guanchao expected there to be others, but it turned out only to be the two of them.

"Come, sit."

They sat at a small round table. After ordering the dishes, the waiter was asked to leave.

Zheng Bihui handed him tea, pouring a cup personally.

"Xiao Song, have some tea."

Song Guanchao noticed the change in how he was addressed.

He gently rubbed the cup, seeing that Zheng Bihui was willing to play secretive, he didn't bother to ask.

Having come to such a high-end restaurant, he'd only been a few times; all taken as getting a free meal.

Zheng Bihui stayed perfectly composed, saying vague things during the meal, never mentioning the reason he invited him.

After they almost finished eating, he rinsed his mouth with tea, saying, "Xiao Song, there have been some minor conflicts between us. We were not familiar with each other before; I might not have done some things properly. I apologize here and hope you don't mind."

Song Guanchao was extremely surprised; this old dog was actually apologizing to him?

What trick was he playing?

Song Guanchao decided to ask directly: "Mayor Zheng, there's no need for pleasantries between us, right? What exactly is your purpose in calling me today?"

"Could it be..."

He looked at him strangely, saying, "Mayor Zheng, could it be you've got a terminal illness?"

It's said a dying person's words are kind.

Mayor Zheng's behavior today was completely different from the person he knew; they didn't even seem to be the same person.

Could it really be that he realized upon becoming terminally ill?

Zheng Bihui puffed his cheeks, his brow furrowed twice hard.

The emotions steadied all morning almost cracked through his few words.

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