Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1899 - 803: A Single Cut That Fails_4

Capítulo 1899: Chapter 803: A Single Cut That Fails_4

“No need, Director Zhao is so busy, plus, today’s main character isn’t me, it’s Feng Rao!” Song Xiaodong looked up at Li Fengrao.

Li Fengrao felt a gaze as stern as a leader’s inspection.

“Oh, right, right, then I will have a couple of drinks with Mr. Song.” Director Li glanced at Li Fengrao and skipped over him.

When Director Li was introducing Song Xiaodong earlier, some clever people immediately inquired around, only to find out that the Song Xiaodong in front of them was the legendary Song Xiaodong!

So after the meal began, everyone started to gather around Song Xiaodong’s table.

“Mr. Song, Mr. Song, I’m Zhang Fengren from Chengye Finance, I’d like to offer you a toast.” Zhang Fengren squeezed to the other side of Song Xiaodong, pushing Feng Shuo aside.

“Wow, my brother-in-law’s status is quite prominent, driving a luxury car makes a difference, these bootlickers all come to curry favor.” Feng Shuo’s Wife said sarcastically while looking sideways at Song Xiaodong.

“That’s right, no wonder Feng Rao insisted on buying a car.” Feng Shuo commented indifferently.

Song Xiaodong pretended not to hear the sarcastic remarks from everyone, chatting cheerfully with those who approached to toast.

“Xiaodong, is that car really yours?” Eldest Uncle’s Wife also joined in, with her eyebrows knitted, crow’s feet wrinkled, eyes narrowed, neck tilted, leaning over to ask Song Xiaodong.

“Why, what makes you think the car can’t be mine?” Song Xiaodong’s patience also reached its limit.

“Based on what, you make just a bit a year, earn over a million annually, drive a car worth over ten million, who can believe that?” said Feng Shuo’s Wife, feeling unbalanced.

“Xiaodong, it’s better to be realistic, you can’t pretend just to save face in front of relatives and friends, are you the kind to drive that car?” Feng Shuo used his official tone expertly.

“Xiaodong, if the car belongs to a friend, just be honest, we all know your income isn’t high, no one will laugh at you.” Eldest Uncle’s Wife said to Song Xiaodong.

She would never believe Song Xiaodong could drive such a car, because you can’t wake someone pretending to sleep, nor make someone with their eyes covered see the truth.

“Xiaodong, even if it’s a friend’s car, it doesn’t matter, knowing such friends means your connections are good, you might develop well in the future, don’t be impatient, just because Fengrao opened a company, you don’t have to pose as something you’re not.” Eldest Uncle said.

Song Xiaodong’s face turned gloomy, he looked up at Director Li, signaling that it was time to show real skills.

“Bang!” Director Li slapped the table, standing up abruptly.

“What are you doing? Mr. Song drives whatever car, why should you interfere?” Director Li pointed at Eldest Uncle’s Wife, bursting out profanity.

“Why are you shouting?” Feng Shuo replied harshly from the side.

“And you, acting like you’re some big official, spewing bureaucratic nonsense, is it your turn to teach Mr. Song how to be? Just shouted!” Director Li pointed at Li Fengshuo angrily.

“How can you speak like that?” Feng Shuo’s Wife rebuked Director Li.

“I speak this way, you go on about his car being a friend’s, say he isn’t the type, let me tell you, you’re only related to Lady Song, otherwise, I’d teach you a lesson today!”

“Who are you scaring here? Aren’t you just a section chief, a lousy boss, what’s the power trip about?” Li Fengshuo also got angry.

“Director Li.”

Song Xiaodong, silent until now, called out to Director Li with closed eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Song.”

A moment ago, Director Li was glaring at Li Fengshuo, then immediately put on a cheerful face upon hearing Song Xiaodong call him.

Chapter 1806 You Must Call Me Mr. Song!

“Alright, stop calling, bring Fengrao over.”

“Yes, yes.” Director Li quickly went to find Li Fengrao.

“Manners. Trying to act tough with me, we’re on the same level!” Li Fengshuo showed off his official swagger, sitting back down in his chair.

“Xiaodong, what kind of friends do you know, you’re really ignorant, putting on this wealthy act at a relative’s home, making everyone laugh, where does this leave Li Sijie’s face!” Eldest Uncle’s Wife continued to criticize Song Xiaodong.

“Everyone knows you don’t have much capability, don’t be insincere, cutting ribbons and helping Feng Sheng, borrowing a car to drive, we’re all relatives, is this necessary?” Feng Shuo’s Wife added fuel to the fire.

Director Li brought Li Fengshuo over.

“What’s going on, brother-in-law?” Li Fengrao, seeing everyone’s unpleasant expressions, asked Song Xiaodong what was up.

Song Xiaodong was lowering his head, making a phone call, after dialing, he looked up at Li Fengrao.

“You have some sense, don’t blame me for not giving you face, blame your lack of a good mother.” Song Xiaodong calmly finished speaking, then made the call.

“What’s wrong?” Li Fengrao secretly felt things were amiss, glanced at his mother, who was glaring at Song Xiaodong, too preoccupied to notice Li Fengrao.

“Hello? Director Liu? Here’s the thing, is the license for Fengrao Finance issued yet? Oh, well, I think the company’s qualifications need further review, hope Director Liu reconsiders.”

“Alright, alright, sorry to bother Director Liu.”

Song Xiaodong hung up the phone.

“Director Liu? You know Director Liu Qingshan?” Li Fengrao realized it was Director Liu Qingshan from Minghe City’s Financial Management Bureau on the phone with Song Xiaodong, questioning his company’s operational permit.

“Wow, putting on a show, just like an actor.” Feng Shuo’s Wife glared sidelong at Song Xiaodong.