Official Career Storm

Chapter 1486 1486

Midnight.

Xu Chengcheng didn't know how long he'd been lying on the ground before he woke up groggily.

The vision around him was pitch black.

It took him a few seconds to gradually recall the experience before he fainted.

"They threw me on the railway tracks, the train came..."

"Am I dead?"

"Slurp slurp~"

Suddenly, he felt a little itch on his forehead and a sticky sensation.

When he lifted his head, he saw a dog extending its tongue to lick his head.

Shit!

I'm not dead!

A wave of relief from surviving coursed through his heart.

However, the next second, this dog suddenly spun around and lifted one of its legs.

Then, a stream of orange-yellow liquid shot out from between the stray dog's hind legs, perfectly landing in his mouth.

"Pfft~"

Xu Chengcheng scrambled up from the ground, clutching his stomach and vomiting.

When he wanted to kick the dog to death, the stray dog had already run away.

"Damn it!"

Xu Chengcheng was furious, his joy of survival doused by the dog's urine.

He wiped his mouth and looked around, thinking of the humiliation he suffered tonight, feeling like he was about to explode.

He fumbled in his pocket; fortunately, his phone was still there.

Half an hour later, he took a cab back home and cleaned inside and out.

Back in the bedroom, Xu Chengcheng found a number and dialed it.

"Song Guanchao, I'm definitely going to kill you!"

...

The next day, early morning.

Song Guanchao was sitting in the office working when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He put down the document, raised his head, and saw Jiang Yiren push the door open and enter.

"Director Song, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" Song Guanchao asked, "Why, did your gathering time change to tomorrow?"

"No, it's still tonight."

Jiang Yiren said, "My aunt asked me to find out if you're free tomorrow night; she wants to invite you to dinner."

"That matter..." Song Guanchao said, "I can't decide now, ask me again tomorrow night."

"Okay."

After asking, she still didn't leave.

Song Guanchao asked, "Anything else?"

"No..." Jiang Yiren hesitated for a long time and said, "Are you going with me tonight?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, "I'll drop you off and pick you up to go home. I won't join for dinner."

It's originally a departmental dinner, what's the point in involving himself.

"Okay." Jiang Yiren pouted and said, "Then I'll get busy first."

After she left, Song Guanchao continued working.

Soon, a knock on the door sounded again, and before he could speak, the door was already pushed open.

Zhou Xingjian came in quickly, looking a bit tense: "Director Song, there's been an incident."

"Hmm?"

"At One High School, students got food poisoning in the cafeteria."

"Food poisoning?" Song Guanchao's eyebrows furrowed tightly: "When did this happen?"

It's only morning, not even mealtime yet, what food poisoning?

"Yesterday evening."

"How many people got poisoned? Is the situation serious?"

"Seventy-three were poisoned, two were very serious and were being rescued, they just escaped danger this morning."

"Bang!"

Song Guanchao slammed the table, his face dark: "Why is last night's incident only being reported now?"

"I just received the notification as well."

Zhou Xingjian also cursed: "It was One High School's principal who suppressed the information. It wasn't until one of the parents reported to the City Government that I found out."

Song Guanchao grabbed his phone, his face dark as he walked out, Zhou Xingjian quickly followed.

He asked while walking: "Which hospital are these students in now?"

"Gulou Hospital."

"Did the parents report to the police?"

"I haven't asked."

"Where is the parent who reported now?"

"They've returned to the hospital."

"What's the identity of this parent?"

"Just an ordinary private enterprise employee."

"Send me the name and phone number of the informant."

Song Guanchao walked down the stairs, calling Han Lan while walking: "Secretary Han, there was a food poisoning incident at One High School. Did you know?"

"No clue." Han Lan immediately asked: "When did it happen? How is it?"

"It happened last night, 73 students were poisoned, two were rescued and are now out of danger. I don't know the specifics yet; I'm heading to Gulou Hospital now."

"I'll go too."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao quickly descended the stairs.

Zhou Xingjian dared not take a deep breath beside him.

He understood Song Guanchao; such incidents weren't the problem, the issue was the principal of One High School daringly hiding it!

This time they were lucky; the students were rescued.

If any student had died, it would have been a bigger issue.

Upon reaching the parking lot and while waiting for Han Lan, Song Guanchao asked, "Have you notified the Education Bureau head to go to the hospital?"

"Got it."

When Zhou Xingjian finished calling, Han Lan had also arrived.

"Let's go."

Song Guanchao got in the car with Zhou Xingjian, while Han Lan drove his own.

When they arrived at Gulou Hospital, Song Guanchao did not see a large crowd of student parents gathering.

It was different from what he imagined.

Considering the massive food poisoning of so many students, it's impossible for parents not to be furious.

Yet the hospital was so calm.

They arrived at the inpatient ward and found the floor where the students were admitted.

As they exited the elevator and walked down the corridor, Song Guanchao paused.

The corridor was quiet, with no cluster of student parents, just a few men standing there smoking and chatting.

When these men saw Song Guanchao and the others, they immediately approached.

They sized up the three of them with unfriendly eyes, asking: "Are you family of which room's student?"

Just as Zhou Xingjian was about to speak, Song Guanchao asked first: "Who are you?"

The man who asked frowned, his tone grew harsher and impatient: "Answer my question properly, don't counter-question!"

Zhou Xingjian had already guessed these men's identities; they were likely undercover police, here to maintain stability.

He secretly squeezed his palms.

These police were seriously shooting themselves in the foot.

"Are you police?" Song Guanchao asked.

The middle-aged man looked irritated: "You know we're police, why don't you answer?"

Song Guanchao said, "Why should police inquiries come with a mandatory response? Which police station are you from? What's your name? What's your badge number? Are you an officer or a detective? Why aren't you in uniform?"

A barrage of questions not only failed to make the middle-aged man notice something was amiss with the man before them but instead angered him further.

"Another troublemaker."

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue twice, extending his finger, pointing threateningly at Song Guanchao: "I'm asking to see your identification now; please cooperate and show it!"

Song Guanchao tilted his head and asked: "Which jurisdiction does One High School fall under?"

Zhou Xingjian replied, "Pailou Street Police Station."

"Get the Pailou Street Police Station chief here."

"Okay."

Zhou Xingjian pulled out his phone and began searching for the number.

These plainclothes police heard this and paused.

Realizing the identities of the three before them might not be ordinary.

The previously arrogant plainclothes police, gulped and switched to a cautious smile: "Who might you be?"