Chapter 1827

After a moment of silence, the conference room door was finally opened. A very familiar face appeared before Zhao Desan's eyes. Zhao Desan was almost stunned; he instinctively pointed at the person standing inside the conference room door and said, "Director... Zheng, how... how could you be here?"

"Why couldn't I be here!" Seeing that it was Zhao Desan pounding on the door, Zheng Tulu's face darkened instantly.

Looking at Zheng Tulu's expression, Zhao Desan seemed to understand something. Regardless of whether Zheng Tulu was happy or not, he lowered his head and pushed his way in. The moment he barged in, Zheng Tulu was stunned and immediately shouted, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you doing..." But clearly, his obstruction was too late; Zhao Desan was already standing inside the conference room.

The scene before him was somewhat hard for Zhao Desan to accept. Lan Mei was hurriedly tidying her hair, and her clothes looked quite disheveled. Zhao Desan's mind immediately conjured up a scene from an erotic painting, and the protagonists of this painting were Zheng Tulu and Lan Mei...

Zhao Desan was about to explode. He didn't know why. Zheng Tulu was just about to reprimand him, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Zhao Desan turn and shout loudly at Zheng Tulu: "What time is it, and you're still here... here doing that? Don't you know the fire is burning our eyebrows!"

Zheng Tulu's intended reprimand for Zhao Desan was stuck in his throat, choked back by Zhao Desan's shouting. He didn't know how big the matter was. After all, the migrant worker situation hadn't been fully settled yet. How could the once-steadfast Division Chief Lan be having an affair with the old guy in the conference room? Zhao Desan's favorable impression of Lan Mei dropped to freezing point instantly. He suddenly felt she was just a slut ridden by a thousand men! With his heart pounding, he glared fiercely at the flustered Lan Mei and asked Zheng Tulu, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, have those migrant workers come to make trouble again?"

"It's much more serious than that." Zhao Desan replied briefly to Zheng Tulu, glared fiercely at Lan Mei, and then said to Zheng Tulu, "Hurry back and discuss a solution. Otherwise, it won't just be a dozen people making trouble; it might be hundreds by then."

Although Zhao Desan's words felt somewhat alarmist, they weren't without reason. If this matter couldn't be handled properly, it might really escalate.

Seeing Zhao Desan's anxious look, Zheng Tulu reached out and grabbed his arm, saying, "Then why aren't we leaving quickly? What are you standing there for!" In fact, he was also eager to leave the scene of the conference room; after all, the three of them had a tacit understanding, so if they didn't leave, the situation would become even more awkward.

On the way back to the office, Zhao Desan made up his mind to firmly stop caring about this matter. He had originally thought that since this matter involved Division Chief Lan, he should grit his teeth and persist, but now he didn't want to. That scene, that behavior—Zhao Desan even thought he was a big idiot, having been thoroughly 'played' by the two of them!

Back in Zheng Tulu's office, Zhao Desan spoke first: "Director Zheng, I can't handle this matter anymore. This is no ordinary affair, so you'd better find someone else."

Zheng Tulu didn't seem to be intimidated by Zhao Desan's resignation; he said confidently, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you need to think this through. Even if you don't care, someone will have to handle this sooner or later. However, I feel that all the cultivation I've invested in you for so long has gone to waste..." Zheng Tulu's implication was clear to Zhao Desan: this was a threat.

Zhao Desan naturally understood what 'cultivation' meant in those words. Thinking about it, it was true: in a dignified Provincial Construction Committee, such a big matter would be solved sooner or later. Even if Zheng Tulu were dismissed for some reason, what good would that do him? Perhaps by then, he wouldn't even be part of this unit anymore. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan took a breath and compromised: "The migrant workers will wait for an answer in two days. If we can't come up with a solution, once they take this to the government, the trouble will be huge!"

"That's why I went to find Division Chief Lan just now to understand the situation. After all, the planning scheme for this pedestrian overpass was handled by her personally. As the saying goes, 'the one who tied the bell must untie it'." Zheng Tulu was quite articulate and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Zhao Desan was heartbroken now, but he had many women. Even if betrayed by Lan Mei, he knew clearly that he couldn't go against a big tree like Zheng Tulu right now. Protecting his position meant protecting his future. But since the migrant worker representatives wanted an explanation in three days, he kept a trick up his sleeve and deliberately told Zheng Tulu it was two days, which would leave him an extra day of leeway. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan asked, "What should we tell the migrant worker representatives? It seems we have to pay up."

Seeing Zhao Desan soften, Zheng Tulu knew he wouldn't have other thoughts, so he narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "I'll show you a clear path. This matter must be investigated to the very end; we must understand where the funds went. Only then can we clear the Construction Committee of its guilt." ===== CHAPTER 1828 =====