Chapter 41: Using Public Resources for Personal Gain

  When Tan Jieyan's mobile phone rang, the scolded officials in the conference room finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter who it was that called, it was a great favor to be able to leave the conference room without being stared at by Vice Mayor Tan's piercing eyes, and everyone suspected whether they could walk out with their legs trembling.

  Tan Jiaoyan's cold, hard and tight facial lines relaxed a bit. After the unpleasant dispersal of the Kyoto Club incident, Tan Jiaoyan was busy with the Spring Festival arrangements and had not contacted Tong Jiang for three or four days.

  "Mu Ge, I'm in trouble! There's only half an hour left before the audition and I'm stuck in traffic at the intersection. Mu Ge, I don't want to be scolded by Director Cheng." Tong Jiao looked out at the long line of cars outside and spoke pitifully into the phone that had finally been answered by "Mu Fang".

  She called Mu Fang's phone, and Tan Jieyan's expression, which had just relaxed, suddenly became cold and tense again. His silent and ruthless expression made the many railway department leaders who had initially thought they were saved now tense up their nerves like ants on a hot pot, wondering if something was wrong with the railway department again, so Deputy Mayor Tan's face looked even more difficult than before.

  "Mu Ge, you can't just ignore someone in distress." Tong Jing pulled over the car with a weak and frustrated expression. During rush hour, even a snail would be faster than this four-wheeled vehicle.

  Being scolded is embarrassing, and being framed by such means to lose the qualification for the trial mirror, Tong Jing was not reconciled, so she could only make a distress call to Mu Fang, asking him to think of a plan, completely unaware that she had previously dialed the wrong number because of the car.

  Tan Jieyan stood up with his mobile phone, and the Tong Qiang on the phone was not the timid one in his memory, nor was it the occasional reckless one afterwards, always calling himself Tong Qiang, but this time Tong Qiang was Tan Jieyan's unfamiliar coquettish and cute self.

  The crowd in the conference room, although each with their heads hung low, had their eyes uniformly raised and slanted, secretly glancing at Tan Jieyan as he stood up. When they saw his cold and majestic figure walking towards the door of the conference room, suddenly, everyone's gaze changed from shock to wild joy. The initial speculation was correct, this was indeed a lifesaving call.

  Tan Jieyan walked out of the conference room, unaware that everyone in the conference room let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from their foreheads and gasping heavily, with an air of fortunate escape. Tan Jieyan's voice was cold as he reminded Tongtong, who had dialed the wrong number, his face somewhat stiff and displeased, "It was me."

  Tan Jieyan's tone rose, but he didn't hear the expected mocking laughter from Mu Fang. Tong Jiang was still wondering if this thousand-year-old demon had really changed his ways.

  Suddenly hearing Tan Jieyan's voice on her phone, Tong Jing was shocked and quickly stood up, in a panic, she bumped her head with a loud thud, the sweet feeling that couldn't be expressed that night disappeared without a trace.

  Finally, after waiting for two minutes, two motorcycle police cars quickly came over, took a look at Tong's license plate number, and the traffic police officer made a gesture to indicate that Tong's car should follow him. The sharp sound of the police siren started, accompanied by the police opening up a path, and Tong started the car again.

  At noon, all the big and small roads in Beijing would be congested, but at this moment, Tong Jiao looked out of the car window and saw that there were many cars parked on both sides of the road, but because a police car was leading the way, the middle lane had been cleared, allowing Tong Jiao to leave smoothly.