Chapter 993

Zheng Tulu was left holding the bag. He froze for a moment, inwardly cursing, "Stinking bitch!" Then, with a slightly awkward chuckle, he said, "I know, the problem lies with me. It's all my fault for not keeping it in mind at the time. Besides, President Lin is just trying to make a contribution to our Xijing City's urban development. Anyway, Xiao Lan, you handle this matter. As long as it can be done by tomorrow, that's fine. It's nothing, really nothing."

Lan Mei lowered her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him and asked, "Does Director Zheng have anything else?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," Zheng Tulu said with a beaming smile. "Then you go ahead and get busy, Xiao Lan." With that, he stood up and walked out.

After coming out of Lan Mei's office and walking two steps toward the stairwell, Zheng Tulu seemed to remember something. He turned back, arrived at the entrance of the Planning Division office, and pushed the door open gently to walk in.

At this moment, the Planning Division was deathly quiet; everyone appeared to be earnestly immersed in their work. Zheng Tulu walked straight behind Zhao Desan. Just as he was about to pat him on the shoulder, he suddenly saw the phone Zhao Desan had placed on the desk. His eyes narrowed instantly, and he stared fixedly at the phone, examining it in minute detail. Very quickly, he noticed that the number "6" on the keypad was slightly indented. Wasn't this his own phone? Having finally verified his suspicion, Zheng Tulu was suddenly overcome by the feeling that he had been played for a fool by Zhao Desan, and a wave of fury rushed to his head. Just as he was about to question him, his mouth opened, but he suddenly thought of how he had been running around for his own position lately. If he were to have a direct falling out with Zhao Desan at this critical juncture, and Zhao Desan were to stir up trouble for him in front of Su Qing, it would be difficult for Director Zhu and Vice Minister Li to handle things. In order to sit securely in the top seat of the Construction Committee for the time being, Zheng Tulu forcibly swallowed his rage. His open mouth closed again, his expression turning extremely grim and his face looking very ugly.

Although it was inconvenient to have a direct falling out with Zhao Desan, Zheng Tulu had been an official for so many years and had always been the one toying with others. This time, he had been tricked by a mere greenhorn, and for no reason at all—purely to stand up for Lan Mei. Zheng Tulu simply could not swallow this bitter pill. Therefore, suppressing his anger, he looked with a strange expression at the phone on the desk that originally belonged to him and asked in an odd tone, "Xiao Zhao, how much did you pay for this phone?"