Chapter 6

Returning to the No. 1 Building of the Municipal Committee, Fang Zhicheng waited for Song Wendong to leave his office, then entered and began organizing the documents while familiarizing himself with the office environment and memorizing Song Wendong's habits, such as where he liked to place paper, pens, ashtrays, and files.

A secretary who can reach the realm of understanding others' intentions is not far from success. To understand the leader's intentions, one must be like a worm in the leader's stomach, which requires a calm mind to observe the leader's behavior, work style, and living environment. Only by becoming familiar to a certain extent can one predict the future.

Song Wendong's office exuded an elegant atmosphere. Two landscape paintings hung on the wall, unsigned, likely painted by him. The paintings were profound and had a deep, rich aura. Song Wendong enjoyed calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, often practicing but never showing off, indicating that he was a low-key and reserved person.

After leaving the office, Fang Zhicheng's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the number and felt a surge of warmth—it was Zhao Qingya. He quickly answered, smiling, "Sister Ya, is there anything you need?"

"Nothing, can't I call you?" Zhao Qingya, sitting in her office, pretended to be displeased. "Why haven't you come to practice driving recently?"

Fang Zhicheng thought to himself that Zhao Qingya was indeed still thinking of him, and a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. He smiled and explained, "I've just changed jobs recently, and there's a lot to do, so I haven't come to practice driving. Sister Ya, did you call me because you missed me?"

"You really think too highly of yourself, putting gold on your face!" Zhao Qingya lightly spat. "It's my birthday tonight, do you want to come and join the celebration?"

"Ah..." Fang Zhicheng was surprised. "Of course I'll come. Where is it?"

Zhao Qingya laughed, "Yuhu Restaurant, don't be too late, okay?"

Before Fang Zhicheng could respond, the call ended. He wondered why, although he had just met Zhao Qingya, she always gave him a familiar feeling, as if they had met and spent a long time together before.

Zhao Qingya was a complex and mysterious woman. Her personality was unpredictable, sometimes热情, sometimes cold, sometimes crazy, and sometimes elegant. Such a woman had a strong appeal to men.

Leaving the Municipal Committee compound, Fang Zhicheng specially went to a jewelry store on the commercial street to pick out a beautiful brooch, then hurried to Yuhu Restaurant. Entering the Yuchun private room, he saw that there were already four or five people inside. When Zhao Qingya saw Fang Zhicheng, she walked over, took his hand, and introduced him with a smile, "Let me introduce everyone, this is my brother—Fang Zhicheng." Fang Zhicheng felt the fragrance coming from Zhao Qingya and his heart warmed.

Zhao Qingya introduced the others to Fang Zhicheng. When she introduced a middle-aged man of medium height, Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled, as this man was none other than Ding Guangyi.

Ding Guangyi grinned, "Ms. Zhao, so many people in Yinzhou are pursuing you, no wonder you don't show any favor. Now I know, you like old bulls eating young grass just like me."

"Mr. Ding, don't talk nonsense. Who can be like you?" Zhao Qingya extended five fingers, gesturing, and smiled faintly, "You have five mistresses, who can be more carefree than you?"

Ding Guangyi's face turned red, and he stammered, "They are all withered flowers, how can they compare to you..."

A fat woman sitting next to Ding Guangyi mocked, "Old Ding, I heard your fifth mistress ran away with someone recently, is it true?"

Ding Guangyi coldly snorted, "Madam Dong, why bring this up?"

Madam Dong pursed her lips, "Isn't it out of concern for you?" Her words did not show any concern, and it was clear that Ding Guangyi did not mix well in this circle.

Ding Guangyi said fiercely, "That bitch was caught, but the young man ran away quickly. I found out where he lives. His wife is quite pretty and a university teacher. A husband's debt must be repaid by the wife."

Hearing this, Fang Zhicheng's face changed, and he involuntarily clenched his fists, determined to stop Ding Guangyi if he dared to harm Qin Yuming.

Seeing Fang Zhicheng's bad expression, Zhao Qingya thought he was repulsed by the situation and waved to interrupt Ding Guangyi, "Today is my birthday, don't talk about such unpleasant things..."

Ding Guangyi indeed stopped mentioning it, and Fang Zhicheng was secretly alarmed, as he did not expect that despite Zhao Qingya's sweet appearance and voice, she had a commanding presence.

"Little Fang, what do you do for work?" After a few rounds of drinks, Ding Guangyi, with a red face, raised a toast to Fang Zhicheng.

Fang Zhicheng casually replied, smiling, "I work at a small company, just getting by."

Ding Guangyi laughed, "Since you are Ms. Zhao's brother, you are also my friend. If you need anything in the future, just say the word."

Fang Zhicheng inwardly smiled bitterly, thinking, "If I ask you not to hold a grudge over the green hat, would you agree?" But he responded, "Thanks, Brother Yi."

Fang Zhicheng noticed that the relationship between Ding Guangyi and Zhao Qingya was actually quite ordinary, and he did not fit in well with the others. Ding Guangyi mentioned several times that Fengde Group wanted to acquire Yuhu Restaurant, but Zhao Qingya always deflected the topic.

Not long after Ding Guangyi sat back down, he received a call and staggered out of the room.

Fang Zhicheng felt a heavy sensation in his lower abdomen and went to the restroom. As he entered, he heard Ding Guangyi on the phone, his tone completely calm, with no trace of drunkenness.

"Sanzi, arrange the people, and in a little while, have them storm in! Today is the owner of Yuhu Restaurant's birthday, they won't be on guard. We will work together inside and out, using threats and persuasion to make Zhao Qingya sign the transfer contract!" Ding Guangyi's voice was low, but Fang Zhicheng heard it clearly.

It turned out that Ding Guangyi had a plot, planning to launch a surprise attack against Zhao Qingya!

Fang Zhicheng, no longer caring about his need to urinate, hurried back to the Yuchun private room. The others were still drinking, but Zhao Qingya was nowhere to be seen.

Fang Zhicheng asked Madam Dong and learned that there was trouble in the restaurant, and Zhao Qingya was handling it on the first floor.

Without a word, Fang Zhicheng went to the first floor. He saw three men with bare upper bodies surrounding Zhao Qingya, pointing at her. Zhao Qingya was not afraid, her gaze cold as she stared at the men.

One of them took out a document and said calmly, "Ms. Zhao, today is your birthday, let's talk things out. If you sign the transfer contract, the matter will be settled, and we won't waste each other's time, okay?"

Zhao Qingya laughed coldly, "Are you trying to force a sale? I definitely won't sign the contract. If you want to make a big deal out of this, I'm ready to accompany you."

The leader of the men glared and cursed, "You refuse the wine and ask for the penalty. Since you are so unreasonable, we won't be polite. Brothers, let's get to work!"

With that, the other two men pulled out machetes from their waists, kicked over the table, and the customers had already fled the restaurant. One of the thugs swung his machete at Zhao Qingya.

Fang Zhicheng, seeing a beer bottle on the table, grabbed it and threw it in a panic.

"Crack," the bottle hit the thug's temple, and he clutched his head and collapsed. Zhao Qingya glanced at Fang Zhicheng, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.

At that moment, three more vans arrived, and a group of people rushed into the restaurant. Fang Zhicheng took a few steps to Zhao Qingya's side, grabbed her hand, and ran out, saying, "Sister Ya, let's run! I heard Ding Guangyi on the phone, they plan to work together inside and out to force you to sign the transfer contract!"

Zhao Qingya, being pulled by Fang Zhicheng, did not speak but followed him out the back door.

However, not long after, the pursuers caught up, and there were already people waiting in front, totaling eight people, surrounding them in a circle.

Ding Guangyi stepped out of the crowd, waved a document in his hand, and laughed smugly, "Ms. Zhao, I heard you practice martial arts, but with so many of us today, even if you are very capable, you will have to admit defeat! Why not sign the contract, and we can negotiate the price, how about it?"

Fang Zhicheng stood in front of Zhao Qingya, pointing at Ding Guangyi, and said angrily, "Ding Guangyi, you are bullying a weak woman with so many people. Do you have any respect for the law?"

Fang Zhicheng knew his words were ineffective and had no deterrent power. He just wanted to buy some time until the police arrived.

Ding Guangyi laughed loudly, pointing at Fang Zhicheng, "You are too funny! First, Zhao Qingya is not a weak woman, and second, the law doesn't work with me! Since you are protecting Zhao Qingya, I'll start with you."

Fang Zhicheng, seeing Zhao Qingya remain calm, thought she was scared stiff and whispered, "Sister Ya, run, I'll hold them off!"

Run? It was too late. A group of people had already surrounded them, trapping Fang Zhicheng and Zhao Qingya in the center.

The cold, dull glint of the knives reflected on their faces, sending a chill through them.

"Ahh..."

A scream came from behind, and Fang Zhicheng turned to see Zhao Qingya "flying" up.

It was as if he had entered another world.

Zhao Qingya's movements were light and agile. She formed a hand into a knife, reached out, and the thug's machete fell into her hand. She then kicked the thug in the throat, sending a man about 1.8 meters tall to the ground.

Fang Zhicheng finally understood what a martial arts master was. Zhao Qingya, though seemingly weak, delivered a light blow that made the thug cry out and fall. After a few breaths, a pile of people lay on the ground, leaving Ding Guangyi standing nearby, stunned. Zhao Qingya slowly walked over and lightly slapped Ding Guangyi, who was hit like a bolt of lightning, falling to the ground like a broken kite, with several teeth shattered.

Fang Zhicheng picked up a machete from the ground, walked to Zhao Qingya's side, and pressed the blade to Ding Guangyi's neck.

Ding Guangyi, regaining his senses, knelt on the ground, kowtowing, and cried, "Grandma, I'm wrong!" His ability to change his stance was truly unmatched. He was still arrogant a moment ago, but now, in a disadvantageous position, he surrendered immediately without hesitation.

Fang Zhicheng, with his hands on his hips, slapped Ding Guangyi and sneered, "Who is your grandma, is she that old?" After the slap, he realized he was just putting on a show, and he awkwardly smiled and scratched his head at Zhao Qingya.

Zhao Qingya, standing beside him, chuckled.

After about ten minutes, the sound of police sirens echoed, and over ten armed police officers sealed off the scene.

The lead officer seemed to be familiar with Zhao Qingya and apologized, "Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry, we came late."

Zhao Qingya said disdainfully, "These people are used to doing evil. Chief Tang, you need to put in some effort!"

Chief Tang wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, we will take it seriously this time."

Zhao Qingya frowned and said coldly, "If this matter is not handled properly, I will tell my brother. Chief Tang, you better be careful." With that, she turned and left, pulling Fang Zhicheng with her.

Seeing Zhao Qingya leave, Ding Guangyi sighed in relief and whispered to Chief Tang, "Old Tang, the tigress is gone, quickly let me go! Let my brothers go, I'll treat you all to a late-night snack!"

"You fool, you told my people to come late to Yuhu Restaurant, I thought you were in trouble with someone!" Chief Tang angrily kicked him and whispered, "You've been in Yinzhou for over ten years and don't even know Zhao Qingya's background! Do you know who her brother is? No one can save you this time!"

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