novelraw Chapter 1241: 1226: Liu Ruoxi's Invitation
Chapter 1241: 1226: Liu Ruoxi's Invitation
Chapter 1241: Chapter 1226: Liu Ruoxi’s Invitation
After hanging up the phone, Song Yun smiled and said to Jue Wu, “Jue Wu, I’m assigning you two assistants this time. Haha, both of them are ambitious, so you won’t be bored in Guangdong.”
Jue Wu said with a bitter face, “Brother Song Yun, you know I really don’t like dealing with all those intrigues and schemes.”
“You need to understand that in the face of overwhelming power, any intrigue is just a cloud!” Song Yun finished speaking, patted Jue Wu on the shoulder, and then left the café. He then made a call to inform Zhang Bei and Huang Baiwan about their assignments from headquarters.
At this time, Zhang Bei had already been discharged from the hospital.
He was discharged last night, and he was basically fine, able to walk and run. As soon as he was out, Zhang Bei returned to the dog fighting arena he last visited. For now, that place was his home, and since the Shura Alliance had taken over, Zhang Bei wasn’t afraid anything would happen there.
The manager’s face turned strange upon seeing Zhang Bei. After the Xingyi’an Company pulled out and the Money Group collapsed, many previously hidden messages spread to outsiders. Zhang Bei’s affiliation with the Shura Alliance couldn’t be kept a secret for long, so the manager being surprised was only natural.
However, whether he was with Xingyi’an or the Shura Alliance, Zhang Bei was not someone the manager could afford to offend. So the manager diligently helped Zhang Bei with his accommodation arrangements.
Zhang Bei slept in the hotel for a full day and night before being woken up by a call from Song Yun.
Seeing Song Yun calling, Zhang Bei’s previously groggy state immediately turned alert, and he respectfully answered the phone.
A few minutes later, Zhang Bei hung up the call. He placed the phone aside, and it was noticeable that his hand was slightly trembling.
Phew!!!
Zhang Bei took several deep breaths to calm his excitement, his hands already clenched into fists.
“Finally!!!”
Zhang Bei looked ahead with burning eyes and muttered to himself, “I am finally going to become truly exalted! Assistant to the person responsible for Shura Alliance’s Guangdong affairs! I’m truly going to be second to none here in Guangdong!”
The happiness came so quickly and suddenly that Zhang Bei found it hard to accept.
Previously, Zhang Bei’s greatest achievement was being a mid-level manager, and after almost rebelling, he thought reaching his previous level at Xingyi’an Company would be something to be thankful for.
But unexpectedly, one call from Song Yun directly promoted Zhang Bei to Jue Wu’s assistant. Jue Wu would be in charge of Shura Alliance’s affairs in Guangdong for a long time, including maintaining stability, and Zhang Bei would be the emerging magnate in Guangdong.
This was something Zhang Bei never imagined, yet it was happening for real.
Zhang Bei transitioned in mere seconds from a struggling commoner to someone with power akin to a landlord…
However, after a period of excitement, Zhang Bei calmed down because Song Yun mentioned over the phone that Huang Baiwan would also become Jue Wu’s assistant. Both of their statuses were the same.
“Huang Baiwan!”
How could Zhang Bei forget the person who followed him around and always took his lead? In his heart, Huang Baiwan was practically a confidant, yet surprisingly, he also became Jue Wu’s assistant at the same time, something Zhang Bei couldn’t have imagined.
But Zhang Bei thought quickly.
Why could Huang Baiwan also rise to such a position like himself? The simple answer was that he had gained Song Yun’s favor.
Why would this long-time companion receive Song Yun’s appreciation? Considering his own movements were well within Song Yun’s knowledge, Zhang Bei suddenly realized—Huang Baiwan was likely planted by Song Yun as a secret watch on him.
“Huang Baiwan!”
A trace of annoyance flickered in Zhang Bei’s eyes. In Guangdong, he often treated Huang Baiwan like a brother, yet it turned out this person was Song Yun’s spy.
“I will do better than you!”
Zhang Bei clenched his fists and murmured to himself, “Even if there are two assistants, I will be Jue Wu’s most trusted person!”
While Zhang Bei vowed enthusiastically, on the other side, Huang Baiwan received the same call. During the call, Song Yun told Huang Baiwan to keep an eye on Zhang Bei and balance him out on certain matters, making sure Zhang Bei didn’t have full control.
To this, Huang Baiwan naturally agreed. After hanging up, he was also extremely excited. Regardless of who it is, when faced with a great rise, it’s hard to remain truly calm.
After handling matters with these two people, Song Yun went on to deal with other miscellaneous things.
Once those were taken care of, another day passed.
Song Yun was just thinking of inviting Zhao Yan out for dinner and some drinks when Liu Ruoxi’s call came in.
Seeing Liu Ruoxi’s name, Song Yun recalled the scene of Liu Ruoxi in his bedroom that day. The thought of it made his mouth dry; the intensity of that image left him dizzy, it was just too dazzling.
Song Yun swallowed and answered the call.
“I heard you’ll be leaving Guangzhou in a couple of days. Come over to my place for dinner tonight as a send-off,” Liu Ruoxi said calmly.
“This…”
Song Yun was puzzled. Normally, when a woman is seen doing something private by a man, she’d stay far away from him. Yet, Liu Ruoxi was inviting him over for dinner again. Could there be some scheme involved?
“It’s just a simple meal,” Liu Ruoxi said. “Don’t overthink it.”
“This… well… alright then, I’ll… I’ll come over later,” Song Yun ultimately agreed. Liu Ruoxi was an essential contact in Guangzhou. Although Song Yun had a good relationship with Zheng Yun, Liu Ruoxi was the key person here, akin to a responsible official. As they say, the local functionary is closer than the county magistrate, which fits Liu Ruoxi perfectly.
It was still in the same small building; Song Yun parked his car downstairs. Getting out, he walked into Liu Ruoxi’s small building with the demeanor of a warrior heading into battle, face solemn, before making his way upstairs familiarly.
Still in that living room.
Song Yun sat on the sofa while Liu Ruoxi worked busily in the kitchen. Through the sheer curtain beside the kitchen, Song Yun could vaguely see Liu Ruoxi’s graceful silhouette. Today, she wore a knee-length short skirt with an apron, showing no signs of being thirty at all.