"Damn, this is so hard to deal with!"
Sun Jiajun puffed on his cigarette, his expression dark and gloomy.
Song Guanchao is up to something again!
When he heard the news, he almost cursed out loud.
But getting angry wouldn't help. He was on his own and weak; even if he wanted to stir up some trouble, he had no one to lean on.
Don't be fooled by those department heads from the City Government who drop by his office every now and then, flattering and fawning, always acting like lapdogs.
When it comes down to doing the dirty work, they definitely wouldn't do it.
Besides, he didn't dare let these people do it.
Dirty work has to be done by trusted confidants; otherwise, you could end up getting betrayed and not even know it.
"No, I have to find a way to advance."
Sun Jiajun found Zhang Yan's number and sent her a message, asking if she was free that evening.
...
Evening, at a restaurant.
