Official Career Storm

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The two embraced for a long time, and it was only after a while that Song Guanchao relaxed his grip on her shapely buttocks.

But she didn't pull away, instead continuing to lean against him.

The strong and broad chest was very comfortable to lie on.

After a moment, she slowly sat up.

She glanced down, tilted her body to reach for the tissues from the bedside table, and carefully wiped away.

Once everything was clean, Song Guanchao pulled over the blanket and covered both of them.

He stretched out his arm, and Wu Qiangwei lay her head in his embrace, suddenly asking, "I'm three years older than you, do you mind?"

"If a woman is three years older, it's like holding a gold brick," Song Guanchao said. "Besides, in this age, who cares about age? Not just three, even thirty years... well, thirty is a bit much—that wouldn't work."

Wu Qiangwei let out a gentle laugh and asked again, "Have you really thought it through? Being with me might bring a lot of difficulties."

Song Guanchao pulled her closer into his arms and said, "Although thousands stand in my way, I shall proceed!"

Wu Qiangwei's lips curled slightly, whether he was trying to cheer her up or truly had this fearless courage, at least at this moment she was happy.

"I want to sleep now." Wu Qiangwei closed her eyes, resting in his arms.

"Can you sleep this early?" Song Guanchao teased with a devilish smile, "Such beautiful weather, shall we be loving once more?"

He sneakily reached for her shapely behind again, and started to fondle.

Wu Qiangwei said nervously, "No, I want to sleep."

Three times in one night, though not technically breaking her body, she still felt exhausted.

Now, completely relaxed, fatigue washed over her like a tidal wave, and she couldn't bear it.

"Alright." Although feeling regretful, Song Guanchao considered her feelings.

He couldn't just selfishly take what he wanted for his own desires without any consideration.

...

The next day, Wu Qiangwei was working when she suddenly received a call from the chairman of Jiangzhou Precision.

This local state-owned enterprise primarily develops and manufactures parts for high-precision instruments and holds a very high status domestically and even internationally.

On the phone, Chairman Zhao Dongze joyfully told Wu Qiangwei that Wei Zhou had joined Jiangzhou Precision.

Wu Qiangwei was very surprised.

Last night, she had made it very clear to Wei Zhou that she liked someone else and wouldn't accept his confession.

She thought he would leave Jiangzhou for a first-tier city or even go abroad.

Unexpectedly, he chose to stay.

She found it very surprising.

She was well aware of Wei Zhou's strong professional capabilities.

To put it lightly, in the domestic industry, if he wished, major companies would offer millions in annual salaries to keep him.

But a million annual salary is certainly not his limit; with his abilities, he could effortlessly secure investment if he decided to start his own business.

However, Wei Zhou doesn't enjoy entrepreneurship, and his personality also wouldn't drive him to start his own business.

Technical people like him don't enjoy interacting with others.

"I understand." Wu Qiangwei hung up the call, fished out Wei Zhou's number, hesitated for a few seconds, and sent a message: "Thank you."

Wei Zhou responded quickly: "No need to thank me, I like the environment at Jiangzhou Precision. Although it's a state-owned enterprise, the culture is more like a private company, very creative and research-oriented. The salary isn't quite satisfying, though; if the income doesn't reach my satisfaction within a year, I will leave."

This kind of science guy treats work very rationally and has his own career plan.

It's hard to say whether he's staying for a year out of consideration for Wu Qiangwei or to pursue Wu Qiangwei within this year.

...

Time quickly reached mid-month.

This morning, at ten o'clock, Song Guanchao arrived at the airport to meet up with Wu Qiangwei and the others.

They were traveling to Pinghai City for a charity gala.

Besides him and Wu Qiangwei, there were Jiang Yiren, Shu Xue, Zeng Li, Wu Ming, and Geng District Chief.

Geng District Chief is 43 years old this year, a middle-aged gentleman with a scholarly aura.

He has a nice appearance; judging from his facial features, he was quite a handsome man in his younger days.

They boarded the plane and arrived at Pinghai City at two in the afternoon.

This city is quite similar to Lingjiang, both third-tier cities with prefecture-level administrative status and third-level fiscal policies.

At three o'clock, they arrived at the guesthouse.

"Meet here tomorrow afternoon," Wu Qiangwei said before they dispersed.

The charity gala would not begin until the following evening, and having arrived a day early, there was the whole day ahead. Wu Qiangwei did not insist they stay together.

Everyone is an adult and no one likes having their freedom restricted.

Song Guanchao got his room key card and found his room.

The guesthouse is four-star standard, about twenty square meters, neither big nor small.

He put down his suitcase and took out a suit from within, smoothed it, and hung it on the clothing rack.

If it weren't for the requirement to wear formal attire at the charity gala, he wouldn't have brought a suitcase.

The last charity gala he attended was in Beijing.

However, the process wasn't very enjoyable, though the end result was satisfying.

This time, Song Guanchao had already learned all about the gala in advance.

Though not as large as the one in Beijing, it was still quite grand.

They invited many first-tier stars from across both sides of the strait and the three regions, and just the appearance fees for these stars were estimated to be astronomical.

Song Guanchao wasn't too interested in celebrities; his main goal was to meet business people at the gala.

This gala was jointly organized by the local City Committee and City Government along with local business owners, and reportedly, business people from nearby cities would also attend in large numbers.

Meetings where business owners congregate happen regularly, but none are as large or numerous as this one.

Song Guanchao doesn't have experience in soliciting investments, but Wu Qiangwei does.

He mainly served as a companion.

Song Guanchao leaned against the headboard and found Wu Qiangwei's number, thinking of inviting her to take a walk and see the sea.

Pinghai is a coastal city with a beautiful coastline and lovely sunrise and sunset views, perfect for a romantic stroll.

However, before he could send the message, Zeng Li sent a message: "Let's go see the sea."

At the same time, Jiang Yiren sent a message: "There's a low tide tonight, let's go tide chasing."

This woman no longer treats him as an outsider as she used to; before, she would at least ask, but now she directly makes demands.

Song Guanchao felt a headache.

He could outright refuse Jiang Yiren but couldn't easily turn down Zeng Li.

If Wu Qiangwei found out about his relationship with Zeng Li...

No, can't let her find out.

Song Guanchao's brain raced, and he quickly thought of a solution.

He replied to Zeng Li: "The Mayor wants to see me; you should go ahead and invite the Mayor to the beach so I can follow along."

Zeng Li: "Alright."

She still hoped to go see the sea alone with Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao continued to reply to Jiang Yiren: "Let's go together later."

Jiang Yiren: "Together?"

She picked up the keyword.

"Yes, together," Song Guanchao replied. "The Mayor needs to discuss something with me, and once we're done, it'll probably be dinner time, just the two of us, it wouldn't be appropriate."

"Oh~" Jiang Yiren was slightly unhappy.

Deleting the chat records with both, Song Guanchao headed out and knocked on Wu Qiangwei's door.