Chapter 1900 - 803: Cut to Nothing_5

Chapter 1900 -803: Cut to Nothing_5

“Brother-in-law, what’s going on here?” Li Fengrao was a bit confused.

“I told you, ask your mom!” Director Li said to Li Fengrao, somewhat irritated.

As they were speaking, Director Li’s phone rang.

“Hello? Director Li?”

“Ah, Director Liu, it’s me. Please go ahead.” Director Li immediately changed his expression upon realizing it was Director Liu calling, lowering his head and hunching over, responding with a smile.

“Did you approve Fengrao Finance’s industry license?”

“Yes, it was me.”

“The company’s qualifications still need further review. Let them know now, and take the license back.”

“Alright, Director Liu, I am on-site with him.” Director Li looked up at Li Fengrao.

Li Fengrao’s expression changed slightly.

Feng Shuo’s wife, Feng Sheng’s wife, and a few Aunts also appeared a bit puzzled.

“Well, then handle it now, get him to reorganize the application materials.”

“Okay, okay, don’t worry, Director Liu, I’ll handle it right away.” Director Li hung up the phone and his demeanor suddenly turned serious.

“Li Fengrao, you heard it. Director Liu believes your company’s qualifications still need review. Come with me now to retrieve the professional qualification certificate, then reorganize the application and qualification review materials.” Director Li stood with his hands by his side, looking at Li Fengrao and said.

“But… Director Li, the industry qualifications have already been issued, how could there be an issue?” Li Fengrao asked in confusion.

“How should I know? You go ask Director Liu.” Director Li passed the buck to Director Liu.

“This…” Li Fengrao was at a loss for words.

Director Li glanced sideways at Song Xiaodong.

Li Fengrao immediately understood.

“Oh brother-in-law, what’s this for, let’s talk it over…” Li Fengrao immediately bent over to Song Xiaodong’s side.

“You should call me Mr. Song!” Song Xiaodong said with a dark face, slamming the table with a loud “bang,” causing the dishes and cutlery to shake.

Song Xiaodong’s voice was so loud that several tables of guests around heard it.

The whole table was stunned.

Mr. Song was not someone to be trifled with when angry!

The Eldest Uncle and Eldest Aunt were looking at Song Xiaodong’s imposing manner, too scared to speak. The Second Uncle and Second Aunt stood there with their mouths open, the Third Uncle and Third Aunt were bowing their heads and whispering something, while Li Sijie’s couple seemed a bit nervous, knowing Song Xiaodong’s true identity. It seemed today’s situation, with these unaware relatives angering Song Xiaodong, could not end well.

Li Fengrao was so scared he jumped back.

Song Xiaodong sat at the table with his eyes half-closed and his head bowed, continuing to make a call.

“Hello? Director Zhang?”

“Oh, Mr. Song! Is there something you need?”

“Are you employing Li Fengshuo?” Song Xiaodong glanced up at Li Fengshuo.

Li Fengshuo felt a chill down his spine.

“I’m a section chief at the Urban Construction Bureau; don’t mess around!” Seeing Li Fengrao’s fate, Li Fengshuo realized the situation was not good.

“Indeed, just a section chief.”

“Indeed, does a small section chief act so arrogantly?” Song Xiaodong raised an eyebrow and glanced at Li Fengshuo.

“Send this person to the Religious Affairs Office, let him listen to a monk chant for a few days to calm down, these official positions are making people too restless.”

“Did he offend you, Mr. Song?”

“Enough, don’t ask. If you can’t part with him, just say so.”

“No, no, no, I’ll carry it out.”

Li Fengshuo looked like he wanted to hide behind the chair as he listened to Song Xiaodong’s call, hearing the voice of Zhang Baogui, the director of the Urban Construction Bureau, on the other end.

After Song Xiaodong put the phone down, Li Fengshuo’s phone rang.

Li Fengshuo’s hand trembled as he held the phone, looking helplessly at those around him, as if the phone wasn’t his.

“Hello? Director Zhang?” Li Fengshuo’s voice was trembling.

“Where are you? How did you offend Mr. Song?”

“Mr. Song? You mean that Mr. Song?” Li Fengshuo looked incredulously at Song Xiaodong.

“Which other Mr. Song? How many Mr. Songs are there in Minghe?”

“I can’t protect you, report to the Religious Affairs Office tomorrow!”

“This…”

“Song Xiaodong, what are you doing!” Feng Shuo’s wife was about to erupt as she saw Li Fengshuo’s ghostly look, raising her voice by eight tones, pointing at Song Xiaodong as if she was about to scratch his face.

“Sit down! What’s all the shouting for?” Li Fengshuo suddenly yelled, shouting at his wife.

“You yell at me?” Feng Shuo’s wife sat down, pointing at Li Fengshuo, about to burst into tears.

“Shut up! Haven’t you caused enough trouble?” Li Fengshuo pointed at his wife, shouting again, his eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched, glaring at his wife.

Feng Shuo’s wife was just about to wail when she saw that Li Fengshuo was truly angry, and held it in.

“Brother-in-law… Mr. Song, don’t be angry, among family, it’s not right for you to act this way.” Feng Shuo still criticized Song Xiaodong but changed his tone, speaking much more politely.