The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 203: Unexpected Guest

"Monkey, that man named Cui Yong just now, he’s the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary! Do you think our boss can handle this?"

Walking behind Ye Chenfeng and Zhu Maode, Li Pangzi quietly asked the Monkey beside him, feeling the weight of the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary, who was akin to a favored eunuch beside the ancient emperor. This kind of people, who could twist words and play with public opinion, could spell disaster for Zhu Maode with just a few bad words in front of the municipal party committee secretary. Zhu Maode’s position as director would indeed be difficult to retain if that happened.

The Monkey was well aware that their boss, Ye Chenfeng, was the true heir of the Ye family in Capital City. To the Ye family, a mere secretary of the municipal party committee secretary could be wiped out with the slightest sneeze. Nonchalantly pinching a handful of fat on Li Pangzi’s cheek, he said, "Relax! Li Pangzi, now that you’re following the boss, you should believe in his abilities. I believe there’s nothing in this world that can stump our boss!"

The Monkey’s belief and admiration for Ye Chenfeng were blind; Ye Chenfeng was the only boss he had ever truly recognized in his life.

Walking side by side with Ye Chenfeng in the front, Zhu Maode’s lips moved from time to time, as if he had something to say but hesitated. In reality, he didn’t know what exactly was the relationship between Ye Chenfeng and the secretary of the municipal party committee.

It was only because three years ago the secretary of the municipal party committee had personally made a call to bail out Ye Chenfeng, which led Zhu Maode to speculate that Ye Chenfeng must know the secretary, and might even be a relative of the secretary’s family.

Was it necessary today to let Ye Chenfeng inform the secretary of the municipal party committee about the matter? Otherwise, if Cui Yong went to the secretary and spread rumors, Zhu Maode felt his tenure as the head of the southern district bureau would definitely come to an end.

While Zhu Maode was contemplating, Ye Chenfeng had already led them into private room number eight. A man in his forties was already sitting in the room, his demeanor solemn, exuding an aura of authority.

As Zhu Maode stepped into the private room and was thinking about how to discuss the matter with Ye Chenfeng, he looked up and suddenly saw the middle-aged man in the room. His body shook violently, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground, his heart trembling with doubt, "Secretary Zou? Secretary Zou? Is Brother Ye actually dining with Secretary Zou today?"

Zou Wenhai, who had been leisurely browsing the newspaper while sitting in his spot, quickly put down the paper when he saw Ye Chenfeng entering the room. The solemn expression on his face turned respectful as he approached Ye Chenfeng with a slight smile, saying, "Mr. Ye, you’re here!"

Mr. Ye?

This time, Zhu Maode almost fell to the ground in fright. He had always guessed that Ye Chenfeng might be a junior relative of the municipal party committee secretary, but now, seeing the secretary addressing Ye Chenfeng as "Mr. Ye" and the level of respect shown, he wondered exactly who Ye Chenfeng was.

"Uncle Zou, just call me Chenfeng. I really don’t deserve the title of Mr. Ye!" Ye Chenfeng modestly waved his hand and said.

"You deserve it, you certainly deserve the title," Zou Wenhai said warmly, shaking hands with Ye Chenfeng, his face showing a hint of excitement.

Recalling the methods Ye Chenfeng displayed that night, Zou Wenhai couldn’t help but respect Ye Chenfeng. After all, Ye Chenfeng’s abilities were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, similar to the feats only deities in novels and TV shows could achieve, not to mention Ye Chenfeng had also saved his entire family. Thus, Zou Wenhai’s polite address of Ye Chenfeng as "Mr. Ye" was not without reason.

Seeing the earnest look on Zou Wenhai’s face, Ye Chenfeng didn’t say much more and then introduced, "This is Zou Wenhai, the secretary of the municipal party committee."

The Monkey and Li Pangzi hadn’t seen the secretary of the municipal party committee before and were wondering about the identity of the middle-aged man. When they heard he was the secretary of the municipal party committee, they both started breathing rapidly, swallowing hard with a "gulp" in their throats.

The Monkey kept his composure slightly better, after all, he knew Ye Chenfeng’s identity. However, Li Pangzi’s mind was hit by a tidal wave. What was this situation? He had clearly heard the secretary of the municipal party committee respectfully addressing Ye Chenfeng as "Mr. Ye". Didn’t this indicate that their boss, Ye Chenfeng, was even more influential than the secretary?

Thinking back on his worries about Cui Yong, the secretary’s assistant, spreading rumors, Li Pangzi now found his earlier concerns laughable. Even the esteemed municipal party committee secretary addressed Ye Chenfeng as "Mr. Ye", what significance did the secretary’s assistant hold anymore?

Remembering how pompous Cui Yong was in front of Ye Chenfeng, Li Pangzi mentally offered a few moments of silence for this secretary. If Cui Yong really dared to go against Ye Chenfeng, he likely wouldn’t remain as the secretary of the municipal party committee for much longer.

"Secretary Zou, good day," Zhu Maode greeted Zou Wenhai with utmost respect, having briefly encountered him a few times before.

Zou Wenhai shifted his gaze onto Zhu Maode, seemingly with some recognition, and after pondering for a moment, he asked, "You’re Director Zhu from the Southern District Branch, aren’t you? So, it’s you dining with Mr. Ye today! Director Zhu, you wouldn’t mind me joining in unexpectedly, would you?"

"How could I? Having the opportunity to dine with Secretary Zou is an honor for me, Zhu Maode!" The moment Zhu Maode saw Zou Wenhai in the private room, his worries vanished without a trace.

"Secretary Zou, is everyone here? Can we start serving the food now?" A woman in her thirties with enduring charm entered Room No. 8, her every frown and smile exuding the essence of a mature woman, ripe as a peach waiting to be plucked.

"Entrepreneur Yin, we can start serving the food now," said Zou Wenhai to the beautiful woman.

"Oh? Director Zhu is here too, huh! Secretary Zou, is it you who are hosting Director Zhu today?" Entrepreneur Yin’s eyes, deep as autumn waters, glanced at Zhu Maode beside her, wondering how he managed to cling to the leg of the City Committee Secretary.

Just by being glanced at by Entrepreneur Yin, Zhu Maode felt a flame arise within him—she was undoubtedly a captivating Fox spirit! One careless move and she would bewitch one’s soul away.

"Mr. Ye, please take the seat of honor," Zou Wenhai respectfully gestured.

"Uncle Zou, I can just sit on the side, you should take this seat!" Ye Chenfeng declined.

"How could that be acceptable? This meal is my way of thanking you, Mr. Ye. If you sit on the side, then I’ll have no choice but to crouch on the floor," Zou Wenhai persisted, completely unwilling to give way.

"Mr. Ye..." Zhu Maode was about to refer to Ye Chenfeng as "Young Ye," but reconsidered, recalling that even Secretary Zou addressed Ye Chenfeng as "Mr. Ye." Using the previous informal term seemed inappropriate, so he quickly corrected himself, "Mr. Ye, please listen to Secretary Zou! Otherwise, we won’t be able to enjoy our meal."

With no alternative, Ye Chenfeng could only take the central seat, while Zou Wenhai and Zhu Maode sat on his left and right, respectively. As for the Monkey and Li Pangzi, they had no choice but to sit below Zou Wenhai and Zhu Maode.

Seeing Secretary Zou and Director Zhu show such respect to a young man, Entrepreneur Yin couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned, her brow slightly furrowed as she seemed to ponder something.

In the official circles, dining seating arrangements are taken very seriously. Why would Secretary Zou and Director Zhu display such respect to this young man? Could it be that he has a significant background?

Even if he has a strong background, as City Committee Secretary of Tianhai, Zou Wenhai needn’t address him as "Mr. Ye," right? The graceful Entrepreneur Yin began to take an interest in Ye Chenfeng.

However, today was clearly not the best time for inquiries. Twisting her curvaceous waist, Entrepreneur Yin approached Ye Chenfeng and handed him a business card, "Mr. Ye, this is my card. I hope you’ll visit Lanfeng Pavilion often to support my business!"

Ye Chenfeng accepted the card, which simply bore the name "Yin Zhenzhen" and a very straightforward mobile number, nothing out of the ordinary.

What Ye Chenfeng didn’t know was that this business card was Yin Zhenzhen’s personal card, and the mobile number was her private number; she had not even given such a personal card to Secretary Zou Wenhai.

Yin Zhenzhen’s fragrance was intoxicating, prompting Ye Chenfeng to take a deep breath. The scent seemed capable of stimulating the growth of male hormones, but Ye Chenfeng’s self-control ensured he maintained composure, merely exchanging a few simple words with Yin Zhenzhen to conclude the exchange. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote and provide a monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)