Who is he? He's the secretary of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, with a bright future ahead of him. How could he possibly bend over backwards for a few girls?
Seeing that Wei Dong remained unmoved, Lei Jun was taken aback and kept thinking of countermeasures. Damn it, this secretary seems to be a good official. He's not easy to deal with.
"Hehe, Secretary Wei, I was being presumptuous. Please forgive me. We have already arranged a banquet to welcome you. Please do us the honor."
"Eating is fine, but let's take care of things first."
Having been in officialdom for many years, Wei Dong was well aware of the ways of the world. He knew that in many things, saving face was important, and that speaking and acting required finesse.
"I wonder what brings Secretary Wei here?"
Lei Jun had been away on business for the past few days and just returned last night. Moreover, they didn't know about Wei Dong's itinerary beforehand; they only found out after the security guard reported it to them.
However, the news of the director's removal had already been announced on the official website that morning. The other three responsible persons naturally knew about it, but they didn't have time to say anything.
Wei Dong was completely taken aback by him.
"You didn't know?"
"What do I know?"
Lei Jun was somewhat bewildered.
At this moment, a person in charge nearby quickly whispered in Lei Jun's ear.
"What?! The president was removed?! Holy crap!"
Lei Jun was startled by the sudden news and cried out in surprise. He had no idea about such a big thing, and how could the president of the association be removed? This news was too unbelievable, and it brought him unexpected excitement and joy.
Damn it, the president was removed from his post, and Secretary Wei personally visited. Could it be related to the selection of a new president? If so, wouldn't I have a great chance?
Although Lei Jun's information reception was a bit slow, his brain reacted very quickly.
Realizing his lapse in composure, Lei Jun quickly apologized and deliberately explained, "I've been busy with meetings regarding the global music competition schedule these past few days, and I just got back from a business trip last night, so..."
"So that's how it is."
Wei Dong nodded. "What's your name? What's your current position?"
He's here, he's here, he's here.
You're about to get promoted and make a fortune.
I was thrilled and quickly answered truthfully, "I am the director of the association, mainly responsible for foreign language communication."
"Hmm, not bad."
Wei Dong adopted an official tone, then addressed the other three responsible persons, "And you?"
"The three of us are also directors, responsible for different sections."
“Very good, the Chinese Language Association is excellent.”
Wei Dong's face was ashen. "Your Chinese Language Association has a total of eight vice presidents and one president. I understand that the president was dismissed and cannot come out, but where are the eight vice presidents?"
The four men exchanged glances, and Director Zhang Jian stepped forward with a stiff upper lip.
"Secretary Wei, they...they were completely drunk last night, all of them..."
"They're a bunch of good-for-nothing bastards. It seems the Chinese Language Association needs a serious overhaul."
Wei Dong and his group followed the directions of the four girls to a quiet courtyard.
A babbling brook, fragrant flowers, and the clear, melodious strains of a guzheng accompanied by a flowing song.
After passing through four gates, the red walls and green tiles, the golden splendor, and the lush greenery all exude a luxurious style.
Where is this?
Wei Dong was shocked. Although the place was small, the design was extremely sophisticated, the materials were expensive, and there were no buildings within 300 meters around it. The main purpose was to provide a quiet and enjoyable experience.
Zhang Jian glanced at the other person in charge, hesitated, and didn't dare to speak.
Lei Jun didn't care about all that. Damn it, he finally got a chance to get promoted, why should he care about anything else? Anyway, he'd only been to this place a few times.
"Secretary Wei, this is where the president and vice president are having their meal."
Wei Dong stopped in his tracks and looked around in disbelief.
"The place where they eat is so extravagant. How much of the people's hard-earned money has been squeezed out of them? No wonder the Chinese music scene has been declining year after year. It's all because of these scoundrels who have no conscience."
He's angry and doesn't want to eat. Without a doubt, it must be some kind of delicacy or fine wine.
"You, go and bring those bastards over here. If they're still unconscious, splash them with cold water until they're awake. I'll wait for them here."
"Um... Secretary Wei, how about we eat while we wait?"
Lei Jun asked cautiously.
"Eat what? Haven't I ever eaten before?"
Wei Dong roared and paced back and forth. Despite serving as an official for many years, he had never forgotten his vow to be a good official.
"Didn't you hear what I said? What are you all standing here for?"
Lei Jun stared blankly at Zhang Jian and the others, sweat beading on his forehead. He kept trying to make faces, but they just wouldn't move.
His heart sank. He thought to himself, "I'm doomed. Are these guys planning a rebellion?"
“Um… Secretary Wei, it’s not that we’re not moving, it’s just that… they’re in the room right behind you.”
Zhang Jian spoke calmly, with a smile on his face.
Lei Jun was completely stunned. He broke out in a cold sweat. This Zhang Jian was too cunning. No wonder he insisted on being received here. So that was his intention.
Wei Dong kicked open the door, making Lei Jun and the others wince in pain; it was made of golden nanmu wood.
The group filed in and saw several large round beds, each with a different design, draped in pink gauze.
At this moment, Luo Hua woke up first. In his dazed state, he saw a group of big men staring at him, which made him feel a chill in his crotch and instantly sober up.
After regaining his senses, he saw Lei Jun, Zhang Jian, and their group. Luo Hua's anger flared up. "Damn, they're so audacious!"
"You bastards, who let you in? Get the hell out of here!"
His shout woke up the eight vice presidents in the other beds around him.
"Lei Jun, when did you get back? No, what the hell are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"Is this a place you should be?"
"Zhang Jian, what are you up to? Do you not want to work here anymore?"
"Han Xiaoqiang, what brings you here too?"
"No, who are you? You look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
Because of the alcohol, Luo Hua and the eight vice presidents did not recognize the secretary of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.
At this moment, Wei Dong's face turned ashen, and he was furious.
"This is absolutely outrageous and lawless! Record it all! This is evidence."
Behind him, the General Administration staff accompanying him began taking photos.
"Hey... wait... who are you?"
"Stop filming! What...what are you doing?"
The presidents all covered their faces and groins.
"I'm the president of the Chinese Language Association, are you fucking looking for death?"
Luo Hua felt dizzy and couldn't recognize the General Administration Secretary.
"You guys, get me a bucket of water and splash it on them to wake them up."
After saying that, Wei Dong walked directly to Luo Hua's bedside, raised his arm, and slapped him across the face.
"Smack!"
The sound was loud, and the entire room fell silent. The vice presidents were stunned. Who the hell was this? How dare they hit the president?
Luo Hua was so badly beaten that he saw stars, his face stung, and his anger immediately erupted.
"Fuck your mother, you dare hit me..."
He raised his fist high but couldn't bring himself to bring it down for a long time, because if he couldn't recognize people at this close range, he might as well lose his eyesight.
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