252: Chapter 241: The Ox and the Wolf 252: Chapter 241: The Ox and the Wolf Uncle Fu finished his last puff of cigarette and carefully stomped it out before asking, “Is it just for the praise from your family?
That can’t be it, you must have bigger ambitions in your mind.”
“Heh, what ambitions could I possibly have?
Managing my own little patch is enough; I don’t even want to deal with other people’s business unless it’s forced upon me.
If one can live a peaceful life, who would choose to be displaced and unsettled?” Song Yun lamented, “It’s getting late for the old man, I should be going.”
Watching Song Yun’s car drive into the distance, Uncle Fu shook his head helplessly and muttered, “If anyone doesn’t believe this young man will achieve great things in the future, they must be kidding.
He behaves like a bulldozer in business and a wolf fighting for food.”
Song Yun didn’t care what others said about him behind his back, whether good or bad, he couldn’t hear it anyway.
It’s better to say good things openly; otherwise, who would know about them?
As for bad, you might as well curse at the wall in private.
If Song Yun knew about it, he would be even happier; what could be more delightful than knowing his adversaries are infuriated to death?
After parking the car, Song Yun headed back, sweaty again from the stifling autumn heat.
After taking a shower, he lay bored in bed with a laptop, watching a movie, and realized he was experiencing insomnia.
Insomnia was a word that had never applied to him before.
He was usually in robust health, and during his time as a mercenary abroad and his training at the Hunter Academy, sleep was a compulsory subject.
No matter how resistant your body was, you had to take a short nap; otherwise, how would you have the energy to confront your enemies?
But today was peculiar; he just couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning.
When he finished watching the Godfather series, it was already dawn.
Checking the time, it was past six in the morning—he definitely wasn’t going to sleep now.
Since he couldn’t sleep, there was no point in staying in bed.
Song Yun wasn’t the type to laze around, so he got up, freshened up, changed into sportswear, and started his morning jog.
After running a lap and slowly feeling somewhat revitalized, he decided to eat some steamed buns as staying up all night wasn’t a good habit equating it to slow suicide.
Nutrients get depleted when you stay awake.
Song Yun grabbed a bun and was eating voraciously.
Paying for his meal, Song Yun smiled and said, “Old Zhou, was there any trouble here recently?”
“No, no, thanks for last time.
I wanted to drop by your place with a basket of eggs but couldn’t find it because your property is vast.
You haven’t been by my stall since then either,” Old Zhou scratched his head.
Then, he nervously brought out a basket of eggs from a secret compartment in his tricycle.
“I thought I might see you, so I’ve been carrying these eggs every day.
They’re from my own chickens, raised on a meat diet from when they were chicks; these eggs are delicious.”
After eating, Song Yun greeted his three awakened ladies before going to the Shura Alliance headquarters.
Insomnia really is a pain—you don’t feel sleepy when you want to sleep and when you want to focus on work, it keeps pestering you, whispering in your ear how comfortable it would be to sleep.
When he arrived at the Shura Alliance, Song Yun was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.
After greeting a number of people, he finally reached his office and collapsed on the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.
This sleep was incredibly satisfying.
When he opened his eyes, it was already past one in the afternoon.
Song Yun, wiping tears from his eyes, sneezed; the sleep had been so profound that he blinked at the clock on the wall, briefly mistaking it for one in the morning.
His mind surely seemed to be showing signs of needing a shock.
Groggily washing his face with cold water, he felt much better.
Unbeknownst to him, a major shake-up had occurred within the Sunan City system while he slept.
Just after eight in the morning, the former deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, Dong Linze, was put under double regulation and stripped of all his duties.
As for the reason, no one knew.
And that wasn’t the only incident; the previously friendly Hao Guozhong and Tian Dongcheng had fallen out.
One’s daughter had nearly been violated by the other’s son, who himself had sustained a severe leg injury, losing a lot of blood and still lying in the ICU.
Their clash was like heaven’s thunder meeting earth’s fire, with both men’s significant, complex backing coming into play.
As they began to flex their muscles, some lesser figures inevitably got caught in the crossfire; for instance, a district head in the west district fell from grace—he was from Tian Dongcheng’s faction.
Similarly, the principal of a key high school in the south district, this year’s most likely candidate for deputy director of the city’s Education Bureau and one of Hao Guozhong’s loyal dogs, also fell from grace.
The two were openly pulling each other down; just within one day, seven or eight minor officials lost their positions.
The higher-ups couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.
If they let the two keep warring_mgmt