Chapter 100: City Management, Open the Door!

  Shen Yinbing sat on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time, until her stomach started growling with hunger, and she finally moved her numb legs.

  Just then, someone knocked on the door.

  The door opened and Yan Hong walked in.

  Xiao Song, Su Xiaomei, and Heizi with his head hung low, followed behind her.

  After seeing Heizi, Shen Yubing stood up from the sofa: "Heizi, are you okay?"

  "Director Shen, it's nothing, I'm just incompetent and let you be bullied."

  The black boy with tattered clothes lifted his head and forced a smile.

  "Ah, your face—"

  Seeing Heizi's swollen face and bruised nose, with his left eye almost shut, Shen Yinbing was shocked and indignantly shouted: "Those police beat you up? This is outrageous! How can they do this?! Xiao Song, go file a complaint to the relevant department immediately, say that the police used corporal punishment on Heizi, hurry!"

  Hei Zi laughed again, waving his hand and saying: "Director Shen, don't bother, it's useless. We're in a place where no one knows us, who can we reason with? Besides, getting beaten up after going in is also very normal. It's not a big deal, just some flesh wounds, rest for two days and you'll be fine, really no need to make things more complicated."

  Shen Yin Bing tightly bit her lip and slowly sat down on the sofa, saying in a low voice: "Hei Zi, I'm sorry."

  "Alright, Director Shen, don't be too hard on yourself. Hei Zi is right, the most important thing now is to restore the reputation of the group and yours."

  Yan Hong looked around and asked, "Where's Peng Yuanghai? Isn't he here?"

  "He might have gone to rest."

  As soon as Shen Yinbing's words fell, Peng Yuanghai walked in from outside.

  Peng Yuanghai didn't show much surprise when he saw Hei Zi, but instead smiled and nodded at Yan Hong. He sat down beside Shen Bing on the sofa and said in a low voice, "Xiao Bing, what do you think? I just managed to get in touch with Sun Shao, and he agreed to help me arrange a meeting with Gao Ya. We can meet up tonight."

  Yan Hong furrowed her brow and asked: "Director Shen, what are you thinking about?"

  "I... I've decided. I'll accept Gao Ya's condition."

  Shen Yinbing raised his head and said with difficulty: "But he must clear my name. Let those people apologize to me in person and publish a statement to clarify that this is a misunderstanding!"

  "This, this seems to be a tough one, after all it involves a real power vice director. And I also heard that Liang Mingqing has a daughter in the Supervision Department of the Ministry of Public Security. I'm afraid she will use her connections to harm Beishan Group in order to save face for her father."

  Peng Yuanghai was somewhat embarrassed and thought for a moment before saying: "However, if others were to stand up and do this, it wouldn't be a problem at all."

  "Hum, his daughter is in the Ministry of Public Security? Hehe. Then he also has the face to do such a thing!"

  Shen Yinbing clenched her teeth and let out a cold laugh, as if she wanted to shatter them.

  Yan Hong, who was getting more and more confused, interrupted again: "Director Shen, what conditions are we supposed to agree to with that Gao Ya?"

  Shen Yinbing lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice: "Transfer the horse racing project in the southern mountainous area to Gao Ya at a low price..."

  She hadn't finished speaking when Yan Hong suddenly shouted loudly: "What? Selling it to him at a low price? How preposterous! They're simply robbers! No way, this is absolutely not going to happen. That Gao Ya is too naive!"

  Xiao Song and Su Xiaomei also indignantly waved their fists, saying they would never bow to evil forces.

  Peng Yuanhang asked coldly, "Vice President Yan, you should understand that Xiaobing is even less willing to transfer the horse racing field than you are. The key issue is that if we don't transfer it out at this time, not only will her and Beishan Group's reputation be damaged, but also the horse racing field project will be delayed indefinitely. This is a multi-billion dollar project, can we afford to delay it?"

  Xiao Song shouted loudly from the side: "What kind of person is that, who has the ability to delay our project!"

  Peng Yuanghai said lightly: "He's indeed not a big deal, but he has a very powerful uncle."

  "Who is his great aunt?"

  Peng Yuanghai smiled slightly but didn't say anything, he just looked at Shen Yinbing.

  Shen Yinbing clenched his fist tightly and said in a low voice: "The elegant uncle is the current number one leader."

  After Shen Yinbing said this sentence, the air in the room suddenly solidified.

  It turned out that the person in charge of the horse racing project was actually the nephew of the No. 1 leader!

  Everyone present may think they are different, but when faced with the title of "Number One Leader", they suddenly realize that they are not much more durable than ants. If someone wants to crush them, it's just a matter of seconds.

  After a long time, Yan Hong finally asked in a hoarse voice: "Really?"

  Peng Yuanhang nodded: "Hmm, now I can be sure. I spent the whole morning finding connections and inquiring about this matter, and basically confirmed that it's related to him."

  Yan Hong felt a deep sense of powerlessness: even if everyone in the world knew that last night's scene was dominated by Gao Ya.

  But who can produce evidence? And who dares to provoke the nephew of the No. 1 leader?

  "Peng Yuanhang, then trouble you to invite Gao Ya over, just say I'm waiting for his arrival here tonight."

  Shen Yin licked her dry lips and said in a low voice, "No one is allowed to tell my dad about this matter without permission. After everything is settled, I will personally explain it to him."

  "Alright, cheer up, take care of your body. Losing something might just be for gaining more."

  Peng Yuanghai gently patted Shen Yinbing's shoulder and stood up to walk out.

  After finally making up her mind, Shen Yinbing felt much more at ease and instructed Su Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, go order some food. We'll eat here."

  Yan Hong sat silently on the sofa, her right hand unconsciously fiddling with her skirt. After a moment of silence, she changed the subject: "Where's Gao Fei? I haven't seen him."

  Shen Yinbing's face flashed a hint of discontent, and she said lightly: "It's been half a day and I haven't seen him either, maybe he went out to clear his mind."

  "Oh, then I'll ask him where he is and have him come over for dinner."

  Yan Hong was just about to call Gao Fei when Shen Yinbing spoke up: "No need, let him play outside if he wants to, anyway, even if he comes back, it's not like he'll be of much use."

  Yan Hongqiang smiled slightly, put away his phone, but in his heart he cursed: Stinky brat, now is the time when President Shen needs people the most, you actually ran away quietly, really too blind!

  ……

  The pattern of the imperial capital has had the saying 'east rich, west noble, south poor, north humble' since ancient times.

  The wealthy and aristocratic classes live in the eastern part of the city, while the nobles reside in the western part. The southern part is inhabited by the poor, whereas the northern part is home to the lowest class of people - similar to the ancient artisan households, who were not allowed to receive an education or participate in imperial examinations, and could only inherit their family's occupation.

  Of course. The phenomenon of artisans being unable to read books no longer existed when the Qing Empire collapsed. However, the pattern of the east being rich, the west being noble, the south being poor, and the north being humble has not changed.

  Liáng Míng Qīng, the deputy director of this development department, is certainly not a plebeian, nor is he a poor man. However, he absolutely dares not say that he is a big rich man. So he can only 'humbly' consider himself as a nobleman.

  Nobles basically all live in Xicheng, and Liang Mingqing's home is also here.

  Of course, Liang Mingqing, this deputy director, is just a noble in the eyes of ordinary people, and he is at least as far away from the real nobles as the distance from the earth to the moon - so, the house he lives in is also on the edge of Xicheng.

  This is a villa area that doesn't look particularly impressive, each villa has its own wall and an old-fashioned gate, you can't see inside from the outside. It looks a bit rustic.

  In front of Villa No. 33, a taxi stopped at the entrance not far away, and Gaofei, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, walked down from above.

  "My goodness, this place is really far away."

  He glanced at the western sun and confirmed the house number again before walking to the door and pressing the doorbell.

  Before long, a woman's voice came from inside, asking very rudely: "Who is it?"

  Gao Fei replied loudly: "I have come to visit Director Liang."

  "Is it the leader?"

  Gao Fei hesitated for a moment: "No, it's a subordinate."

  "The woman said: 'In that case, please go back, my husband is not in the mood to entertain guests now.'"

  No wonder it's not good stuff, it turns out to be so greedy.

  Gao Fei cursed in his heart and shouted out loud: "I'm here to visit Director Liang on behalf of the entire department - hey, hey, why isn't anyone opening the door?"

  Gao Fei shouted for half a day, but there was no response inside.

  "This is it, the brothers are making their move!"

  Gao Fei cursed and was about to kick the door when an old man came out of a nearby villa, sat down in front of the door with a mat, and looked over.

  Although Mr. Gao didn't care about this old man, he also didn't want to leave a bad impression on the residents of Beijing, so he forced a gentle smile and patiently rang the doorbell again.

  After waiting for a few more minutes, the woman's voice sounded again: "I've said it before, you're gone! Why don't you leave yet?"

  Gao Fei threw the flowers on the ground beside him and knocked on the door loudly, saying: "Open the door! Open the door! It's the water meter reader!"

  Knocked for half a day, the door didn't open, and no one answered either.

  Gao Fei turned his head and saw the old man sitting on a mat next to him, looking at him with great interest.

  "Get out! You old geezer, what are you staring at?"

  Seeing the old man's face with a hint of mockery, Gaofei rushed to his family and spat heavily, slamming the door shut, causing the mountain to shake.

  This time, the woman inside was really anxious and scolded: "Damn it, what's going on this time? Are you checking the electricity meter or doing direct sales?"

  "Urban management, open the door!"

  Gao Fei kicked his foot and kicked the door with a loud bang.

  The woman behind the door cursed: "Get out! If you make trouble here again, be careful and I'll let you go to jail!"

  "You dare to threaten our city management team? You're really asking for trouble! Come on, brothers, break down the door for me!"

  He took two steps back after flying high, let out a loud shout, and kicked the big gate heavily with his foot.

  That ancient-looking gate, which could withstand the mighty kick of a high-flying person, suddenly burst open with a loud crash, and the two large gates flew in like kites.

  Behind the gate was a fat woman of about forty years old, wearing a red suspender vest, a short skirt, and a pair of plump white legs with embroidered slippers on her feet. Her ten toes were painted jet black, which actually made her look somewhat sexy.

  The door kicked open by Gao Fei's powerful leg almost hit her nose, scaring her into a loud yelp.

  "They say it's urban management, but you still won't open the door, are you going to rebel?!"

  Just before the two doors that had crashed into the wall rebounded back, Gao Fei dodged and jumped in, grabbing the fat woman's hand and shouting: "Don't shout, or you'll be in for it!"

  "Ah, thief! Come quickly!"

  The fat woman had just shouted out this sentence when she was covered by Gao Fei, her mouth blocked, and her hands pinched her fat face, quickly walking towards the living room door.