307: Chapter 296 Connect 307: Chapter 296 Connect “I told you not to follow me, but you insisted on coming,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Now you’re dragging me out shopping.
Why are you so hard to please?”
“I don’t care, you can’t just leave me bored in the room for days on end.
That would be the greatest insult to a flower-like young girl.
You must compensate me.”
“Wow, you really have a knack for robbery.
Looks like I’ll have to learn from you in the future,” Song Yun said as he walked out of the room, with Li Yueyue closely following behind.
When they arrived at the hotel Wang Hu had booked, Song Yun could see him waiting at the entrance from afar.
As Song Yun approached, Wang Hu came up and said, “Boss, you’re awesome.
You’ve managed to totally win over someone we couldn’t conquer for so long, haha.”
“Not bad, has Sun Chong arrived yet?” Song Yun asked.
“Not yet, he said he’d come straight over after work,” Wang Hu replied as he led Song Yun inside.
About fifteen minutes later in the private room, Sun Chong was brought in by a waiter.
“Major General Song, my apologies for being late.
I should drink three cups as punishment, without another word.”
“No need, no need.
We’re just simply having a meal here, there’s no need for such pretense,” Song Yun gestured with his hand.
“Director Sun, please take a seat.
We’ve been starving waiting for you.”
“Haha, you should’ve started eating without me.
There have been a lot of things to deal with at the office lately.
I ask for your understanding,” Sun Chong said as he took a seat to the left of Song Yun.
“And who is this beauty?”
“My friend.”
“What a perfect match, a golden boy with a jade girl,” Sun Chong praised.
After the dishes were served, Sun Chong poured himself a glass of white liquor and said, “I really had no idea that Wang Hu was under your command.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared to touch him with a hundred guts.
I was wrong today, I’ll drink a cup as self-punishment.”
Those who often navigate the system are all big drinkers.
Each capable of guzzling down a bottle of white liquor without an issue, a skill honed through frequent practice.
If they can get along with the leaders over drinks, the work might get done; if you refuse a drink, then who’s going to pay attention to you?
It’s what people often say: your drinking reflects your character.
“Hehe, Director Sun, have some food first to mitigate the alcohol,” Song Yun suggested.
“I know you all have ties with Da Long.
Don’t be shocked, if I didn’t even know this much, how could I even operate?”
“The ancients said it well: cutting off someone’s money is like killing their parents.
I’ve cut off your money, so today I’m here to help you continue it.
Whatever percentage Da Long was giving you, we’ll add three percent on top.
What do you think?”
“What are you talking about, we’re all here to serve the people.
Wang Hu, give me your personal mobile number later, let’s keep in touch often,” Sun Chong said, showing his loyalty.
“I can only open backdoors within my system for you, you’ll have to manage other areas on your own since we have different duties.”
“Nicely said,” Song Yun laughed.
“Wang Hu, increase their cut by two percent, relying on the fact that they don’t treat us as outsiders.”
“Alright, boss, however you want it done.
Director Sun, from now on, we’re practically family.
Here’s to you,” Wang Hu raised his glass.
“Good, good, we’re family.
As long as you pay your taxes, you’re someone we should be protecting,” Sun Chong responded by clinking glasses with Wang Hu and downing the drink.
Although this time it was Song Yun who was seeking help from Sun Chong, the decision still lay in Song Yun’s court.
Furthermore, Sun Chong wouldn’t have many peaceful days ahead; once Xia Tian started to suspect him, he would become an ally of Mayor Wang’s side.
The atmosphere around the table was entirely manufactured.
Fortunately, Wang Hu was quick-witted, injecting topics into the conversation non-stop and keeping everyone in high spirits.
Song Yun and the others took turns drinking with Sun Chong, whose own face was filled with a smiling, convivial exchange of toasts.
“If you’re not comfortable staying here, go take a walk around the nearby shopping mall.
That mall is pretty famous in Sunan,” Song Yun finally voiced his concern after watching Li Yueyue smash a piece of meat into puree.
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable here, it’s just so dull,” Li Yueyue said, pouting.
“Then I’ll go shopping by myself.”
“Go ahead, I might come find you after I finish eating,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“I’m really going then.”
“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you,” Song Yun replied.
“Are you stupid or something?
I changed into new clothes when I came out, and I don’t have a single cent on me.
Where do you expect me to go?” Li Yueyue whispered, giving Song Yun’s arm a twist.
“You should’ve said so earlier,” Song Yun said as he tossed his wallet to Li Yueyue.
“If the money’s not enough, use the card, the PIN is six zeros, spend as you like.”
After Li Yueyue left, Sun Chong asked with a smile, fueled by the alcohol, “May I know which family that young lady belongs to?”
High-ranking individuals believe that whether dating or marrying, the match must be equal in social status.
A millionaire’s son surely can’t be paired with a nightclub bar girl.
Due to this standard, countless true lovers fail to come together, an obstacle too great for many to cross.
“She?
She’s my girlfriend’s sister.
What about it?” Song Yun didn’t dodge the question.
With money and power and nobody to interfere, why constrain himself to those well-matched heiresses?
Those kinds of women aren’t like marrying a bride; it’s like inviting a demanding deity into your home.
“Your little aunt?” Sun Chong looked at Song Yun with a peculiar expression.
“Yeah, my little aunt.
She insisted on coming with me to Tian Nan this time, and now, less than a day later, she’s already bored,” Song Yun laughed.
“Girls like to have fun.
I let her go out for some shopping since she couldn’t sit still.”
“Hehe, indeed,” Sun Chong chuckled, thinking to himself that Song Yun’s relationship with his ‘little aunt’ was definitely not ordinary, otherwise, how could they have been flirting at the dining table just now?
If Song Yun heard what was on Sun Chong’s mind, he would have laughed his head off.
It was a joke; if Li Yueyue pounced, he definitely wouldn’t dare accept her.
If that little witch decided to cause trouble, the person at the receiving end would surely be toyed to death.
“But I’ve heard that Director Sun has a virtuous wife at home—a beauty who manages the household well,” Song Yun said, taking a sip of his drink with a smile.
“Ah…
it’s all pretty ordinary.
We’ve been an old couple for many years now and are just getting by,” Sun Chong said, scratching his head awkwardly, knowing that although things seemed peaceful at home, there were indeed some discord between him and his wife lurking in shadows.
“Let’s not talk about that.
Director Sun, I want to ask you something.”