"Alright, I'll head over now."
Song Qiao agreed and immediately started the car.
He rushed to the company with Ye Zhiwei.
As soon as they entered, Wu Meng was surrounded by a group of reporters. Upon seeing Song Qiao arrive, she immediately acted as if she had found a savior.
He found an excuse to have the security guards block all reporters.
Then, he ran over to Song Qiao alone and asked in a low voice, "President Song, I heard that Zhou Yuan's legs were broken in the security department. Do you know about this?"
Her voice carried a hint of schadenfreude, and her face showed a look of amusement.
"Hmm?"
A smile unconsciously appeared on Song Qiao's face.
He nodded gently and said, "Yes, I know. I specifically went to teach that kid a lesson last night."
"Are these reporters here for this matter?"
"You?"
Wu Meng immediately gave him an annoyed glance.
"You're too much of a braggart."
"Zhou Yuan was in the security department. Even if you had immense ability, you probably couldn't get in, right?"
She pouted, not taking Song Qiao's words seriously at all.
"It was me. What's so hard about getting into the security department? Not to mention..."
"Okay, okay, stop joking. People are saying Ye Zhiwei mobilized her family's influence for revenge."
"You need to know your limits with this matter. Don't take on too much yourself. Be careful not to provoke the Zhou family into retaliating against us."
Wu Meng clearly wasn't listening and instead cautioned Song Qiao.
Song Qiao smiled helplessly and was about to explain when Ye Zhiwei also rushed in from outside.
She was clearly exhausted from dealing with the large group of reporters just now.
Wu Meng immediately seized the opportunity and quickly ran up to her.
"President Ye, did you send someone to break Zhou Yuan's legs? That was a brilliant move! I felt so relieved just seeing it."
Ye Zhiwei was stunned.
Then, she turned to look at Song Qiao.
She replied with some confusion, "I didn't do this. President Song here did."
"What?"
"How could President Song break into a place like the security department?"
Wu Meng was shocked and almost fell to the ground.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She knew Song Qiao was strong in many aspects, but she hadn't expected him to be able to enter and leave the security department as he pleased.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you."
"President Song is now a specially appointed instructor in the security department, on the same level as the department head. He can enter and exit the security department freely."
Ye Zhiwei smiled slyly, said this to Wu Meng, and then turned to head to her office upstairs.
"You're an advisor to the security department?"
Wu Meng felt her mind struggling to keep up.
For a moment, she couldn't react.
She came from the Wu family in Kyoto and naturally understood what the security department meant in China.
She had always aspired to join this place but was rejected due to her physical fitness.
Now, Song Qiao had so easily become a specially appointed instructor.
Even she, with her vivid imagination, found it somewhat absurd.
"You believe it now, don't you?"
Song Qiao chuckled, shrugged, and pulled her towards his office.
Just then.
Zheng Shan's call came in.
"Little Song, congratulations on joining the security department."
As soon as he answered, he heard Zheng Shan's hearty voice, clearly in a good mood.
"Well, it's all thanks to your recommendation, Governor Zheng."
Song Qiao deliberately acted humble, which made Zheng Shan even happier.
"I only recommend elites."
"Do you have time this afternoon to come to the security department and give those ignorant youngsters a lesson?"
After a few pleasantries, Zheng Shan's tone shifted to business.
"Of course. I've been feeling a bit restless lately."
Song Qiao smiled and couldn't refuse.
After all, he had promised to be a specially appointed instructor and couldn't just hold a nominal position.
"Great, then it's settled for three o'clock this afternoon. Help me teach those arrogant fellows a lesson then."
Zheng Shan chuckled and hung up, satisfied.
"You're really an instructor at the security department?"
Wu Meng, having heard the conversation on the phone, finally accepted this reality.
"Of course, it's true. Genuine."
"Then you have to take me to watch you teach this afternoon."
Wu Meng excitedly shook his arm, her eyes filled with intense anticipation.
Her pleading look made it impossible for Song Qiao to refuse.
"Alright, but you have to be well-behaved then."
After a moment's thought, Song Qiao lightly pinched Wu Meng's nose and agreed with a doting expression.
...
Three o'clock in the afternoon. Song Qiao, with Wu Meng, arrived at the security department's practical training area on time.
The supervisor in charge of training quickly gathered the team members.
He invited Song Qiao onto the stage and introduced him to everyone in a loud voice:
"This is the specially appointed instructor assigned to us from above. Please welcome him."
After he finished.
A deathly silence fell over the audience.
Not a single person clapped. Everyone looked at Song Qiao with disdain.
Many of the young men's attention was drawn to Wu Meng.
They were usually busy with missions or training and rarely saw such a beautiful woman.
Seeing her standing by Song Qiao's side like a little bird, they naturally developed a strong sense of hostility towards this parachuted instructor.
Like in the army, they believed in strength.
"What instructor? I bet it's another rich second generation trying to gain some prestige here."
"Exactly. Who brings a woman to the security department? Does he think this is his home?"
"Looking at him, he's clearly just a pretty face with no substance."
Seeing that Song Qiao remained silent, these people became even more sarcastic.
Wu Meng's face turned pale with anger.
"How dare you! Show some respect."
The instructor beside them uttered a perfunctory reprimand, but he clearly stood with his arms crossed, ready to watch Song Qiao make a fool of himself.
"Kid, did you defeat my son, Xia Yu?"
Just then, a middle-aged man in his thirties from the back of the crowd suddenly rushed out.
"My name is Xia Sen. You look like a good-for-nothing who's all show and no substance."
"To be able to defeat my son, you must have used dishonorable means back then."
His voice was hoarse, sending an involuntary chill down people's spines.
"Oh?"
"If you're not convinced, then let's spar."
"Let's see if I, as an instructor, am qualified to teach you."
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow, looked at the man with a half-smile, and turned to walk towards the center ring.