Chapter 1643: Chapter 1643
Song Guanchao returned to his room and called Jiang Yiren and Shu Xue separately, telling them to come over.
He didn’t say on the phone what they were coming for, which made both women’s hearts pound wildly, and they even specially put on some makeup.
Jiang Yiren came to the door, adjusted her posture, then gently knocked.
Just as Song Guanchao opened the door, Jiang Yiren heard footsteps on her left. She turned her head to look; it was Shu Xue.
Seeing Jiang Yiren standing at Song Guanchao’s door, Shu Xue paused mid-step.
"Come in."
Song Guanchao said to the two women.
Only then did the two of them realize they had been overthinking it.
A little disappointed, they followed him into the room.
They had just sat down when there was another knock on the door; Zhou Xingjian and the others had arrived as well.
Watching people come into the room one after another, the two women completely lost any remaining thoughts they might have had.
Once everyone was there, Song Guanchao started talking about the investment promotion.
Everyone was extremely surprised when they heard this.
Zhou Xingjian reacted the fastest and immediately connected it to the situation in Pinghai City.
Song Guanchao was practically looting a burning house!
He was thrilled.
Song Guanchao swept his gaze around and found that aside from Zhou Xingjian, no one else had grasped the key point at all.
He had no choice but to explain things a bit more clearly.
Everyone showed a suddenly-enlightened look, followed by excitement.
"Secretary Shu, Director Zhou, and Director Jiang, each of you take three people. I’ll send you the list of companies later. You must get in touch with at least five companies a day. Every night, come to my room and we’ll summarize the day’s information."
"Okay!" Zhou Xingjian was itching to get started.
Five companies a day?
Too few!
He had to at least sign ten companies a day!
"Right." Zhou Xingjian remembered something important. "Director Song, how many companies are there in total?"
"There should be several hundred."
Several hundred!
Everyone was shocked.
Smiling, Song Guanchao added, "But we can’t actually poach all of them. My target is one hundred small and medium-sized enterprises."
Companies that are too large aren’t that easy to relocate.
And big companies have a huge impact on local employment and the economy.
One or two less isn’t a big problem, but if more than five leave, the issue will become very obvious.
So he was mainly targeting small and medium-sized enterprises.
The second key was the number.
He had recorded more than two hundred companies today, and there would definitely be more later.
But he couldn’t take all of them to Jiangzhou.
Even if these companies weren’t large in scale, once the number went up, the impact on Pinghai would also be very obvious.
Political achievements were important, but he also had to consider the impact on Pinghai’s local residents.
If a city suddenly lost hundreds of companies, the local residents’ lives... no, their survival, their very survival would be severely affected.
One hundred—this was the figure Song Guanchao settled on after careful consideration.
"Alright, everyone go back and rest early. We start work tomorrow." Song Guanchao stood up.
Everyone nodded their acknowledgement, got up one after another, and left the room in succession.
Shu Xue kept casting furtive glances at Song Guanchao, her movements fairly well hidden, but Song Guanchao noticed.
If she was still somewhat restrained, then Jiang Yiren was openly and boldly sending him signals with her eyes.
Song Guanchao pretended not to see, escorted them all the way to the hallway, and under her resentful gaze, turned back into the room and closed the door.
After they left, Song Guanchao opened the door again. Once he confirmed the corridor was empty, he headed for the stairwell.
He went down the stairs to the next floor and sent a message to Fu Ying, telling her to open the door.
Just as Fu Ying opened the door, Song Guanchao arrived; he slipped inside with a sideways movement.
Seeing him sneaking around like they were having an affair, Fu Ying’s lips curled into a smile. She suddenly craned her neck to sniff at his shoulder. "You haven’t showered yet?"
"No, I came over as soon as I finished working."
"Oh?"
Whether or not he was deliberately trying to make her happy, that line hit her right in the heart.
"You finished work and didn’t go rest—what did you come looking for me for?"
"Obviously to talk work with you."
She asked though she already knew the answer, and Song Guanchao played along with her little act. "Otherwise what? What do you think I came to you for?"
Fu Ying wrinkled her little nose, turned around leaving a trail of perfume behind her, and said without looking back, "Go take a shower first."
"Why shower? I came to talk work with you." Song Guanchao called after her.
Fu Ying chuckled. "Even to talk work you need to shower first. You reek of sweat."
"So to keep Mayor Fu company for a work talk, I have to bathe and burn incense first, huh?" Song Guanchao joked as he walked into the bathroom.
After a quick rinse, Song Guanchao came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
He pulled out a chair and sat down sprawled and casual. "I left twenty companies for you. In a bit, call Zhang Meilin and have him send some people over."
Fu Ying’s eyes lit up. "Twenty?"
Song Guanchao said, "Don’t think that’s little. The scale of these twenty companies isn’t small, and they have huge growth potential. Seven of them are all in manufacturing and have their own assembly-line factories, which can create a lot of jobs."
"That’s enough." Fu Ying’s eyes were so soft they were almost liquid, about to melt.
Song Guanchao had thought it through very carefully—the type mix of these twenty companies, their size, he had considered it all.
This gave Fu Ying a feeling of being taken care of, of being cherished.
She rose from her chair, walked over, turned sideways, sat on his thigh, leaned her body into his chest, and looked up at him with shining eyes. "Kiss me."
She wasn’t very good at words of gratitude, and she didn’t want to say them.
Yesterday when she accidentally let out a "thank you," she’d clearly felt that Song Guanchao was unhappy.
She actually didn’t want to say it either, but besides thank you, she didn’t know how she was supposed to repay him.
But now she suddenly understood—Song Guanchao had never asked her for any kind of return.
She was his woman. In his eyes, doing these things for his woman was only natural.
The arm Song Guanchao had around her waist tightened, and he sealed her lips, sucking on them.
His right hand grabbed her thigh, shifting her from sitting sideways to sitting astride him facing forward.
Then he tore open the bath towel at his waist, lifted the hem of her bathrobe, slid his hand along her curved waist to grip one side of her ass, lifted her butt, and ground his long spear.
Fu Ying’s forearms bent and rested on his shoulders, her toes pressing into the carpet, the muscles of her calves and thighs tensing into a sleek curve.
She actively raised her hips, reached down to guide Xiao Song, pressed it against her Yumen Pass, and then slowly sank down.
As she wrapped him in inch by inch, that scorching, tight friction made Fu Ying tremble, her mind shattering.
"Mmm~" When Fu Ying sat down completely, it felt too deep—deep and full.
Her toes stretched taut, her whole body straining as she struggled to lift herself, then sit back down.
After only a few times, she couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed weakly against Song Guanchao’s chest.
Song Guanchao slid both hands under the crooks of her knees, picked her up, suddenly lifting her into the air, making her cry out involuntarily.
He set her on the table; her hands braced behind her on the desk, her legs bent like a frog and spread open, like a doll being casually arranged into all sorts of poses.
In this position, she only had to lower her head to see her own filled sex, which made her burn with shame.
Once he was in position, Song Guanchao hooked his hands under the backs of her knees and onto her waist, then slowly pulled out before slamming back in.
"Ah!" Fu Ying screamed, feeling like her consciousness was about to be pounded to pieces.
