Wang Hu stared intently at the two burly men in suits standing behind him, his gaze slowly moving down to their suit cuffs. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of their arms, clearly showing a circle of tattoos.
Wang Hu's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then he quickly shifted his gaze back to Song Mingyuan. At the same time, he noticed that Director Lin, sitting to the side, was also looking at Song Mingyuan with a serious expression, seemingly not welcoming his arrival.
Wang Hu thought to himself, "This Song Mingyuan is up to no good!" He calmly extended his right hand and politely asked, "Mr. Song, it is an honor to have you here. May I ask what brings you here?"
Song Mingyuan's lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile. His fingertips unconsciously traced the buttons on his suit cuffs, making a soft clicking sound. After a moment, he spoke slowly and deliberately, "I heard that you, Mr. Wang, are planning to build an airport here?"
Wang Hu nodded and readily admitted, "That's right, this is an important project for our company."
Song Mingyuan chuckled and continued, "Haicheng Group has always had a lot of experience in transportation infrastructure. However, I'm worried that some projects, no matter how perfectly planned, might not even have a solid foundation if they lack the sincerity of 'multi-party collaboration'."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two burly men standing behind him suddenly took a half step forward, their leather boots striking the ground with a dull thud. This sudden sound startled everyone present.
Seeing this, Song Mingyuan's smile widened, and his tone carried a hint of threat: "After all, some roads cannot be paved with money alone."
Director Lin, who was sitting next to Wang Hu, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, glared at Song Mingyuan, and said sternly, "Song Mingyuan, this is not your Haicheng Group! You better watch your tone!"
However, Song Mingyuan didn't take it seriously. He shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "I only said a few words, I didn't break the law!"
Wang Hu had no idea that Song Mingyuan would be so arrogant and domineering. You have to know that Director Lin is the director of the city's Development and Reform Commission, a proper division-level cadre!
Wang Hu slowly withdrew his hand, narrowed his eyes, stared intently at Song Mingyuan, and said coldly, "Song Mingyuan, right? Who do you think you are? I don't even know where you came from, you worthless coward! I'm warning you, don't try to mess around in front of me, or one day I might just kill you if I'm in a bad mood!"
Song Mingyuan was clearly shocked by Wang Hu's merciless words. His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He was about to lash out when he suddenly noticed that the security guards from the government canteen were walking towards them, and there were several people in police uniforms sitting in the canteen!
Song Mingyuan's heart tightened, and he quickly stopped the two burly men behind him who were itching to rush forward. He glared at Wang Hu and said through gritted teeth, "Fine, you just wait!" After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, his back looking somewhat disheveled.
Wang Hu watched Song Ming's departing figure, a slight sneer appearing on his lips.
He turned to Director Lin beside him and asked with a smile, "Director Lin, do you know this person? Could you introduce him to me?"
Director Lin's expression had softened considerably. He nodded and said slowly, "Yes, he's the son of Song Wenming from the Provincial Housing and Construction Bureau. This kid often cuts corners on some of the projects he handles. You'd better not cooperate with him on this project!"
After finishing their meal, Wang Hu and Director Lin said their goodbyes in a friendly manner. They got into their car in high spirits, ready to leave. As the vehicle slowly drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road, suddenly, a green dump truck sped towards them like a wild horse.
Wang Hu's nerves tensed instantly; his sixth sense told him there was something wrong with the car. Without hesitation, he shifted into reverse, slammed on the gas, and the car shot backward like an arrow. In that instant, the large truck brushed past them, crashing straight into a concrete pillar on the roadside with a loud bang.
Wang Hu's anger flared instantly. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel and roared furiously, "Song Mingyuan, you're asking for death!" His voice echoed in the car, filled with anger and resentment.
Wang Hu knew this was no coincidence; the dump truck was clearly targeting him. He turned to Mu Yun, who was sitting in the back seat, and ordered, "Immediately send someone to investigate this Song Mingyuan!" Mu Yun nodded gravely and replied, "Yes, Mr. Wang!"
Wang Hu calmed himself down slightly and glanced at Lan Bing sitting in the passenger seat. Lan Bing was clearly still shaken by what had just happened; her face was pale, and she gripped the armrests tightly. Seeing Wang Hu looking at her, she forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, it's alright!"
Wang Hu patted Lan Bing on the shoulder reassuringly, then continued driving. Before long, they returned to the hotel. After parking the car, Wang Hu led Lan Bing to the room he had booked for her.
This is a spacious and bright standard room with a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight streams through the window and falls onto the floor, giving a warm and comfortable feeling.
Wang Hu put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "How's this room? It was all booked exactly as you requested over the phone!"
Upon hearing Wang Hu's words, Lan Bing's face, which had been pale from fright, suddenly flushed red in an instant, as fleeting and captivating as the sunset.
Lan Bing had no idea that Wang Hu would actually book such a room. Her mind was like a gentle breeze, and her thoughts began to drift.
Various thoughts swirled in her mind, leaving her somewhat at a loss for what to do.
Finally, Lan Bing came to her senses and said to Wang Hu in a coquettish tone, "You're so naughty!" Her voice carried a hint of reproach, yet it also seemed to reveal a different kind of emotion.
Seeing this, Wang Hu's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He pressed his forehead against Lan Bing's and whispered, "Hey? How am I bad! I'm just doing what you asked!"
Lan Bing's cheeks flushed even more. She glared at Wang Hu and said reproachfully, "You're just bad!"
Wang Hu paid no attention; his large hand, like a nimble snake, stealthily slipped inside Lan Bing's clothes. Lan Bing's body trembled slightly, but she did not resist; instead, she seemed somewhat expectant.
Just then, Lan Bing gave her answer with her actions. Her rosy lips, like ripe cherries, took the initiative to kiss the man who had captivated her.
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