Chapter 2227

Just at this moment, Xia Xia Jian heard the door of Director Lan's office next door move, and then heard a burst of gentle laughter. From this iconic laughter, he could tell it was Zheng Zheng Tulu who had gone to Lan Mei's office.

Xia Xia Jian indeed hadn't heard wrong. This old fox had just returned from handling matters outside and saw a woman on the way to the unit whose figure was extremely similar to Lan Mei's, and suddenly thought of this top-tier beautiful young woman he was about to forget. Thinking of Lan Mei's cold and arrogant appearance, as well as her tall and graceful figure, he had the idea of rekindling an old flame. What stimulated him even more was Lan Mei's flawless white skin and her hairless below—that White Tiger land was simply the best among women, and just thinking about it made him incredibly excited. Thus, after returning to the unit, the old fox didn't even return to his own office, but went directly to the second floor and knocked open Lan Mei's office door.

However, because ever since He Liping was promoted to the unit by him, the old man had restrained himself a lot, and this matter could not be openly known by He Liping. Therefore, after a long time without contact, the old man, upon entering Lan Mei's office, could only sit down and start a conversation with her under the pretext of discussing work.

For this hypocrite, Lan Mei had no enthusiasm, and her attitude was very cold. Seeing him sit on the sofa uninvited, she looked at him with cold eyes and asked coldly, "Director Zheng, what instructions do you have for your visit?"

Zheng Zheng Tulu looked gentle, chuckled, and said, "Everyone has been busy with work lately. I wonder how the work of your Planning Division has been going recently? Has it kept up?"

Lan Mei said indifferently, "Thanks to your concern, Director Zheng, the work of the Planning Division is going in an orderly manner."

Zheng Zheng Tulu nodded and chuckled, "That's good, that's good."

Lan Mei put on an attitude of seeing a guest out and asked, "Director Zheng, do you have any instructions? If not, I'm going to work."

Seeing Lan Mei's cold attitude toward him, the old man knew in his heart that trying to use his old tricks to threaten her into submission was far from as easy as before. People are highly intelligent animals; once bitten, twice shy, and they will never fall in the same place. The only thing he had to coerce Lan Mei was the passionate video he secretly filmed of her and Zhao Desan while traveling in Sanya under the guise of a work inspection. That thing had already played a role several times, but judging from Lan Mei's reaction and attitude, she seemed to care less and less about that thing, as if she were prepared to go down with him. And Zhao Desan was also growing bit by bit under his suppression. Now, that guy's backing was not only Su Qing, the Minister of the Provincial Organization Department and Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, but even Jin, the top leader of the Party and government in Hexi Province, valued and appreciated him highly. Under such a protective umbrella, Zheng Zheng Tulu felt he needed to reassess the situation and could not easily have a direct conflict with that guy. As for Lan Mei, because of Zhao Desan, a person related to her, he also couldn't use the old methods to force her into submission, and could only use both soft and hard tactics, testing bit by bit to make her submit voluntarily.

Seeing Lan Mei's cold, arrogant, and icy attitude, especially those charming eyes scattering cold light, Zheng Zheng Tulu realized that this woman was no longer as easy to deal with as before. He looked at Lan Mei with a gentle expression, his brain turning rapidly, and finally found a topic to continue the conversation with her. This topic was about Zhao Desan's personnel transfer, because only regarding Zhao Desan would Lan Mei perhaps be interested and willing to communicate with him.

Thus, after brewing for a moment, Zheng Zheng Tulu pretended to have suddenly thought of something, straightened his body, and said to Lan Mei, "By the way, Xiao Lan, there is something about Comrade Xiao Zhao I need to tell you..." Having found the topic, Zheng Zheng Tulu paused again, wanting to see how Lan Mei would react.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zheng Zheng Tulu mention Zhao Desan, Lan Mei's expression underwent a subtle change. A touch of confusion appeared in her originally cold and arrogant eyes. After the two were silent for a moment, Lan Mei said, "Director Zheng, if you have something to say, just say it."

Zheng Zheng Tulu saw that Lan Mei's attitude had changed, so he chuckled to himself and said mysteriously, "Xiao Lan, the higher-ups intend to transfer Zhao Desan. Although he is a Deputy Division Chief, he is still under your Planning Division's jurisdiction and is your person. I want to hear what you think?"

Lan Mei rarely had contact with people unrelated to work in the unit, so her news was also blocked. Naturally, she hadn't heard of this statement. This was the first time she heard it, and it came from Zheng Zheng Tulu's mouth, so its authenticity was self-evident. She immediately raised her delicate brows, widened her eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Comrade Xiao Zhao is being transferred? Transferred where?"

"District Construction Commission." Zheng Zheng Tulu said unhurriedly.

"District Construction Commission?" Lan Mei repeated Zheng Zheng Tulu's answer, looking very surprised. Because she didn't know that Zhao Desan was being transferred to the District Construction Commission to be the top leader, and judging by ordinary logical thinking, Lan Mei mistakenly thought that Zhao Desan was being driven out of the Provincial Construction Commission because he had offended Zheng Zheng Tulu.

"Yes." Zheng Zheng Tulu looked at her affirmatively.

"Isn't Comrade Xiao Zhao doing well in his current position? His work performance is very outstanding; why is he being transferred?" Lan Mei expressed confusion, as if she felt indignant for Zhao Desan.

Seeing that Lan Mei had started to worry, Zheng Zheng Tulu followed the trend and said, "This is the intention of the higher-ups. Young talents like Comrade Xiao Zhao are exactly the kind of talent our unit needs. I don't want him to go either..."

Worried about Zhao Desan's future and fate, Lan Mei's expression became a bit uneasy, and she hurriedly said, "Director Zheng, can't you just not let Comrade Xiao Zhao go?"

Zheng Zheng Tulu mysteriously raised his wrist to look at his watch, then got up and said, "Alright, Director Lan, I have something to do now. When I'm done with this matter and have time, I'll call you, and we can discuss it privately." After speaking, without giving Lan Mei space to think, he turned and walked out of her office.

The look in Zheng Zheng Tulu's eyes when he left made Lan Mei feel a bit fearful. Because she thought of this old fox's cunning, she kept a watchful eye and felt it was better to call Zhao Desan himself first to ask if this matter existed. Thus, she picked up her phone and dialed Zhao Desan's number, but what came from the receiver was a mechanical prompt: "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please try again later!"

Helpless, Lan Mei put down her phone, preparing to go downstairs to the office to find Zhao Desan and ask for the truth before getting off work.

It turned out that when she called Zhao Desan, he had just answered a call, and this call was from Ma Lan. Zhao Desan felt very strange that Ma Lan could take the initiative to call him. Ever since she came to Xijing and reunited with him, because of Liu Jianguo, a person who followed her like a shadow, Ma Lan almost never called him as easily as she used to.

Seeing the caller name on the phone, Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment. With a suspicious heart, he pressed the answer key, put it to his ear, and said, "Hello! Sister Lan, what made you think of calling me?" Zhao Desan's tone carried a bit of frivolity.

Hearing Zhao Desan's meaningful opening, Ma Lan chuckled and continued, "What's wrong? It sounds like you don't welcome me calling you?"

Zhao Desan also chuckled and said, "It's not that I don't welcome it, I'm just a bit curious. Sister Lan, you rarely call me. What made you think of calling me today?"

After hearing this, Ma Lan smiled gently and then asked straight to the point, "Desan, do you still remember what you promised sister?"

Ma Lan left Zhao Desan completely bewildered. For a moment, he was like a monk in the fog, unable to figure it out. He chuckled twice and asked suspiciously, "Which matter is Sister Lan talking about?"

"The matter of the land. Didn't you promise to help me?" Ma Lan cut straight to the point.

Zhao Desan suddenly realized. He thought to himself: You only thought of calling me when you needed me, right? Although he was a bit unhappy that he was only remembered by Ma Lan when he was needed, after all, it was something he had promised. A man's word is his bond; he couldn't just deny it, right? So he chuckled and said, "Yes, that's what I promised."