Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair and sent a message to Wu Yun.
"Are you free this afternoon?"
"I have to go to the Sanshan Road street office."
"Didn't you go there yesterday?"
"Yeah, I went yesterday. While I was there, a junior clerk secretly reported to me that Director Zhang seemed to have some issues."
Song Guanchao's face twisted in frustration. To him, these baseless, trivial matters seemed completely unworthy of attention.
If there was a problem, one should just submit evidence and make an official report. What was the use of a verbal report?
But Wu Yun clearly took it very seriously.
"Let's put that aside for now. Come over, I have an important task for you to handle."
"Okay."
Wu Yun came over.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the gold bars inside the briefcase.
"Take these to the Provincial Disciplinary Inspection Committee. The Secretary has already spoken with Secretary Xu on the phone. You just drive there; someone will take care of the matter."
