323: Chapter 312 Where is that leader?
323: Chapter 312 Where is that leader?
A group of people moved to grab Song Yun, but he dodged slightly, kicking one of them in the stomach as he said fiercely, “Are you sure you want to play tough?
Let me tell you, although I’m not a top figure in Sunan City, I still have some connections above.
If you provoke me, I definitely won’t let it go.”
The man, who had been kicked, had initially wanted to charge in with his brothers and smash the place up.
But hearing Song Yun’s words, he suddenly felt uncertain.
If what this man said was true, today’s incident was just a misunderstanding.
“Who are your people above?” the man asked cautiously.
“You wouldn’t know them,” Song Yun replied arrogantly.
It was crucial at this moment to exude an intimidating aura, otherwise, these bastards wouldn’t hesitate to attack.
“Don’t try to pull a fast one on me, kid.
Who could it be that I wouldn’t know?” the man said nervously.
If he didn’t even know them, could they be top leaders?
If they really were high-level leaders, that would be terrible—he knew them, but they didn’t know him.
It would be too easy for them to deal with him then.
“Hmph, if you don’t believe me, just take me in, but don’t blame me later for not warning you.
It’s easy to invite gods, but hard to send them away,” Song Yun remarked, lighting another cigarette.
At that moment, the man noticed the cigarette pack in Song Yun’s hand.
It was plain white without any decoration, but when Song Yun turned it over, the bold words “Special Supply” were emblazoned on it, blinding him with their implication.
Though he had never smoked “Special Supply,” he knew those words represented everything.
In their eyes, anything marked “Special Supply” signified status; in ancient times, it could have been an offering to the emperor.
Right then, his phone rang—it was his direct boss, whom he dared not offend.
He quickly answered the call.
Usually, his boss was pleasant, but now he cussed out all the women in his family in rapid succession and, still not satisfied after his cursing spree, directly asked where they were and then said he was coming over.
The man only recovered from his daze after hearing the dial tone.
Today, he indeed seemed to have messed with the wrong person, and he wasn’t sure if it was too late to apologize.
Song Yun could tell from the man’s expression that the situation had defused.
He returned inside the restaurant with Wu Xin and Susan, where the three of them gathered, drinking tea, eating dinner, and enjoying dessert.
As for the people outside, they wouldn’t dare to make a move—each of them obediently waited at the door for their boss.
Wang Deyue, the Director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, was dining with a manager of a star-rated hotel that evening and had been invited to find entertainment at a nightclub afterward.
Just as he arrived at the nightclub, before even starting to enjoy himself, the Director of the Police Bureau, Wang Dong, called him.
Everyone in Sunan City’s political circle knew who Wang Dong was.
He was a rising official backed by two powerful patrons.
One was Mr.
Li, who typically stayed out of worldly affairs, and the other was a mysterious figure whose background was unknown.
Let alone that mysterious person, even Mr.
Li was not someone anyone wished to offend these days.
Although Mr.
Li had retired many years ago, his influence persisted.
A mere stomp from him could still shake Sunan’s political landscape.
No one would dare to provoke him recklessly.
With a friendly attitude, Wang Deyue answered Wang Dong’s call, only to be greeted immediately with, “You’re finished.” Despite Wang Dong’s current prominence, that seemed a bit much.
Why curse him out of the blue?
He wasn’t someone to be trifled with, either.
Before Wang Deyue could retort sarcastically, Wang Dong had already relayed everything to him.
When Wang Deyue heard that one of his subordinates had offended the mysterious big shot behind Wang Dong, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Damn it, if this situation wasn’t handled properly, it could be catastrophic.
After profusely thanking Wang Dong and speaking some good words, Wang Deyue’s face was so dark it could drip with water.
He called his department to inquire who had been on duty that day, and promptly cursed out their ancestors in his mind.
Who would provoke such a significant figure?
Did they really think the Industrial and Commercial Bureau had such a thick backing?
As soon as the other party answered the phone, he decided to curse first, hence the scene where the man answered his phone, and all the women in his family were insulted.
After informing the other party not to act recklessly, Wang Deyue could no longer care about the star-rated hotel manager’s pleas and drove straight to the hotpot city.
Upon arrival, he saw many people gathered there, undoubtedly due to his subordinates stirring up trouble.
After seeing the leader of the group, all Wang Deyue could think of was slapping him twice, so exasperated was he by the constant trouble.
“Disperse the crowd first,” Wang Deyue snarled, grinding his teeth.
The man nodded and began telling his subordinates to scatter the onlookers.
“Brother-in-law, I honestly didn’t realize today’s incident would blow up like this,” he said.
Wang Deyue glanced at his brother-in-law disapprovingly, frustration written all over his face.
“You always lack foresight.
Today, you’ve really offended a big shot.
Where is that senior leader?”
“He’s inside the hotpot restaurant, waiting for you for quite some time now,” the man said sheepishly.
Wang Deyue rubbed his face twice, adjusted his demeanor, and entered the hotpot restaurant with his brother-in-law.
No sooner had he walked in than he saw a young man flirtatiously bickering with two women.
As for the supposedly dignified and respected senior leader, he saw no sign of him.
Just as he was about to ask his brother-in-law, he saw him pursing his lips in Song Yun’s direction.
Damn, could this kid be the mysterious supporter behind Wang Dong?
Wang Deyue, a sly old bureaucrat, immediately switched his expression to one of fawning deference.
In this society, power was everything.
If you were young but had powerful backers, you were the boss.
Except for a few exceptions, social status was indeed determined this way in society.
“Hello, I’m Wang Deyue, the Director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau,” he said carefully.
It might have been fine to face those older leaders, as the worst that could happen was a scolding.
But this young man was a different matter entirely; who knew what his temperament was?
One misstep and he might make life difficult for him, which would be really unfortunate.
“Uh-huh, noted,” Song Yun responded, giving him a cold glance.