Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

"Oh, Mayor Fu, is there something you need?" Lu Feng asked casually.

Zhang Beishan and Fang Haiming frowned. A vice mayor? Which city's vice mayor? Could he be the one monopolizing the city?

Could it be that something strange has happened at the market again?

On the other side, Fu Ming's face instantly turned ugly upon hearing this tone.

He called the other person "Comrade Lu", and the other person just replied with "Oh"?

Not even a "Hello, Mayor Fu"?

He's a deputy mayor, and he called me personally, but the other party didn't even bother with the most basic honorifics or greetings?

What kind of attitude is this? Don't they even know the rules?!

Fu Ming's anger flared up instantly.

His tone turned stern, as if he were reprimanding a subordinate: "Xiao Lu, I have something I'd like to discuss with you today."

"Has your son, Lu Jingxiu, recently had some unpleasantness with some young people at the supermarket?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Fu Ming assumed that he was feeling guilty and sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, he was just a low-level cadre with no background. Upon hearing that the deputy mayor had personally intervened, he was probably so scared that his legs went weak and he dared not utter a sound.

He cleared his throat and said earnestly:

"Xiao Lu, let me tell you, young people are bound to be hot-blooded, I can understand that. But some things need to be done in moderation, and you need to know when to stop."

"Let me be frank with you," he lowered his voice, "your son, Lu Jingxiu, has offended someone he shouldn't have."

"They are very unhappy right now."

"At best, this is just a minor squabble between young people, but if we take it a step further..."

His tone was laced with a strong warning: "That's not something your small cadre family can handle."

Zhang Beishan and Fang Haiming exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed deeply.

The meaning of these words is quite simple: Old Lu's son has offended someone, and now the deputy mayor has come to warn him...

But this level... isn't it a bit off?

Does a deputy mayor say that a deputy provincial party secretary is a minor official?

So what are these two? Low-level officials? And what about the other department heads and mayors of Bazhou Province? Minor officials?

On the other hand, Fu Ming spoke more and more fluently and enthusiastically.

He could even picture the middle-aged man surnamed Lu on the other end of the phone, looking terrified and wiping away sweat.

He maintained his air of superiority, speaking at a measured pace: "So, I'm here today to give you a heads-up."

"Go back and persuade your son to be more sensible. He should apologize when he needs to, and humble himself when he needs to. If everyone saves face, this matter will be over."

"Here's what we'll do," he ordered, "bring him here before tomorrow and make things clear in person, so it doesn't escalate and look bad."

"You're just a low-level local official, you probably don't understand how complicated things are here..."

"If Young Master Jiang suddenly becomes kind, you should take the money he gives you, bring your families, and move to another city to live."

"Otherwise..." he deliberately dragged out the last syllable, creating a sense of oppression, "your family might not be able to stay in the entire Ba Province."

"Did you understand what I meant, Xiao Lu?"

Lu Feng and the other two: "..."

"Ahem." Fang Haiming coughed lightly, almost bursting out laughing.

Zhang Beishan's face twitched slightly, then he quickly put his fist under his nose, cleared his throat, and forcibly put his expression back on track.

No, this man is threatening his deputy; it would be too impolite to laugh out loud.

As the person directly threatened, Lu Feng naturally couldn't laugh; he was just speechless.

After a moment, he confirmed again: "Mayor Fu, do you mean that my son and I should go and apologize to this Young Master Jiang?"

"And then, taking your family and the money you gave us, you'll move to another city?"

"Otherwise, you won't be able to stay in the entire Ba Province?"

Fu Ming frowned.

What's wrong with this person?

What does it mean to repeat his words again?

How stupid! Can't you understand something so simple?

I initially thought he might be a municipal party committee official, but now it seems he's probably just an ordinary staff member, or maybe just a driver or something.

"Otherwise what?" he said impatiently, finding it really difficult for a deputy mayor like himself to talk to such a lowly person. "Do you expect me, a bigwig in this city, to personally come and invite you?"

"And another thing," he said, growing angrier with each passing thought, and couldn't help but scold, "what kind of attitude is this today? Hesitant and vague!"

Why is it so difficult to talk to you?

"Hey comrade, I'm not trying to be mean, but after talking to you on the phone for a while, I've noticed at least three problems with you."

He started listing the grievances on his fingers: "First, the attitude is improper; there's a lack of basic respect for the leader!"

"Secondly, he is slow to react and has difficulty with comprehension!"

"Third, and most importantly..."

He slammed his fist on the office desk, his tone growing increasingly stern: "I've noticed that you have absolutely no basic respect for your superiors!"

"So far, you can't even say 'Hello, Mayor'?"

"Who's your supervisor? Send me the details later! I want to ask him how he manages people! It's a classic case of 'if the head is crooked, the subordinates will be crooked too'! If he can't manage his subordinates, he can forget about being a leader!"

Lu Feng: "..."

Zhang Beishan: "...?"

Fang Haiming: "(^▽^)"

The next second, Lao Zhang and Lao Lu's eyes fell on Lao Fang at the same time.

Fang Haiming: "(^-^)"

"Mayor Fu, hello," Lu Feng took a couple of deep breaths and asked calmly, "I have one more question. Who exactly is this person you mentioned earlier that my son shouldn't have offended?"

Fu Ming snorted coldly, thinking that this guy surnamed Lu was smart enough to finally know to ask the important question.

Out of kindness, he told the other person, "Let me tell you, that's Jiang Yue, the top heir of the wealthy family!"

"Did you understand?"

"I'm only giving you a heads-up because we both work in the same system. If it were anyone else, who would care whether you live or die?"

He suddenly seemed to remember something and added:

"And your wife! She's a teacher at Hefei University, right? I advise you to have her submit her resignation letter as soon as possible, so both of you can save face! Don't wait until the university takes action, then things will look bad!"

Lu Feng: "Oh."

Fu Ming was very dissatisfied with the perfunctory "oh," but he decided not to stoop to the level of such a petty person and instead issued an ultimatum:

"Later, I'll talk to your municipal party committee and arrange a more relaxed position for you."

"You're not young anymore, are you? It's time to take a break, and while you're at it, give that troublesome son of yours a good talking to!"

"Alright, that's all for now. Come to my office tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Fu Ming hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

comfortable.

The feeling of giving a reprimand to an ignorant junior official is truly... pleasurable.

He could almost see it: tomorrow morning, that middle-aged man surnamed Lu, with his troublemaking son, would stand trembling with fear at the door of his office, bowing and scraping, barely daring to breathe.