55: Chapter 55 The Rise of Niu Panlong (Part 1)

Their coordination was always so tacit; they finished a set of high-difficulty moves simultaneously, then calmed down, moved closer, and danced slowly to the beat of the drums.

Minister Meng Zhaodi let Zhang Huaijing hold her and touch her, even actively pressing her chest against his, greedily absorbing the masculine charm exuded by him.

She recalled the words she had said to him: "For the man I like, anything goes; for the man I don't, nothing goes."

As she thought about it, she felt a bit intoxicated.

At twelve o'clock, the night's festivities finally came to an end.

Except for Deputy Minister Xue Zhongkai who stayed behind, everyone else dispersed one after another.

This time, Niu Panlong did not arrange for Deputy Minister Xue Zhongkai to experience any activities at Green Field Resort; instead, in this secluded private club, he arranged for a Russian beauty to accompany him to study Russian.

Meanwhile, in another luxury room, Niu Panlong had already drawn his bow, ready to strike, but Shen Meizhu was keeping him in suspense, playing a cat-and-mouse game surrounding the construction of Chaojiang Bridge.

Eventually...

Afterwards, Shen Meizhu asked: "Beast, you still haven't promised me yet?"

"Since when did I become a beast?"

"Just now. That's a high compliment for you, you know." Shen Meizhu's face was flushed, and she glanced at the medicine bottle on the bedside table.

Niu Panlong was already 46 years old; without that stuff, he couldn't be a beast.

"Thanks."

"Oh, you've changed the subject again. Don't keep avoiding the matter of Chaojiang Bridge."

"Meizhu, let's take it slow. Don't always think about getting fat in one bite. The old street renovation project is enough for you to earn one or two hundred million." Niu Panlong pulled her into his arms and comforted her gently.

"However, just like your desire for me, a businessman is never satisfied with making money; this is human nature."

"I want to build Chaojiang Bridge into a magnificent cross-river bridge. It must be given to the best company in the industry, and it must go through open bidding, conducted under the sun."

Shen Meizhu let out a coquettish hum and said: "My dear, you need to be clear. It's the project of Secretary Man Chaojian and Zhang Huaijing now. No matter how well you do, won't you just be making a wedding dress for the two of them in the end?"

Hearing this, Niu Panlong's expression suddenly turned cold. He silently removed his hand from her snow-white body, stared at her coldly for a moment, then suddenly sat up, leaned against the headboard, and lit a cigarette.

Shen Meizhu felt a little scared and feigned timidity as she asked: "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

She naturally knew she had touched a sore spot and could only pretend to be stupid and show weakness at this moment.

"Don't call it a 'Secretary's project' in front of me again. That is a 'Mayor's project'! It is a major project that I, Niu Panlong, worked hard to secure!" Niu Panlong suddenly roared sternly!

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't speak nonsense again. Don't be angry, baby, don't be angry..." She pressed her porcelain-white body against his back, apologizing and soothing him gently.

Soon, Niu Panlong's expression returned to normal. He turned around, took the woman into his arms, and said: "I will give you everything I should give you; I won't shortchange you."

Shen Meizhu hummed softly.

Just then, the mobile phone Niu Panlong placed on the bedside table rang. He picked it up, looked at it, and answered; it turned out there was an emergency at home.

After getting dressed, Niu Panlong left in a hurry.

Shen Meizhu, like a white snake, slid nimbly into the bathtub, lit a cigarette, smoked it leisurely, and soaked in the water leisurely.

She made up her mind that the Chaojiang Bridge project must be won. From then on, she would enter the field of transportation and urban construction. These few years were an era of great transportation construction, and she had to stand at this wind outlet where even pigs could fly—let alone her, a phoenix.

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It was already 1:30 when Niu Panlong returned home. The villa was brightly lit, and his wife, Huang Limin, was wearing pajamas, walking back and forth in the living room, still shaken.

The nanny, A-Yun, was holding a broom and rummaging for something in the corners.

Seeing her husband return, Huang Limin hurriedly got up to greet him, complaining: "Why are you only back now? A venomous snake got into the house, it scared me to death."

"A snake? How is that possible?" Niu Panlong was dumbfounded. His wife called him back in such a panic just for this? Really, she was a 42-year-old woman, still acting like a child.

"It's true, it was a big black and red snake, this thick!" She gestured and said, "I went to the bathroom just now, saw it, and was scared out of my wits. I ran out in a hurry, and then when I went back to the bathroom, the snake was gone. A-Yun and I have been looking for half a day, but we just can't find it."

Niu Panlong looked at A-Yun. The nineteen-year-old nanny nodded and said: "I heard the auntie's scream and ran out of the room, but I didn't see the snake either. There should be a snake, sir. Look at the bathroom window, it wasn't closed tightly, and there's a hole in the screen."

Niu Panlong went over to take a look, and it was indeed the case. However, how could a hole the thickness of a wrist appear in the screen for no reason? And there were no trees under the first-floor bathroom window, only a flower bed. So, how did the snake climb up?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Could it be that someone put it in on purpose? This was the No. 1 family compound of the Municipal Party Committee, where deputy department-level or higher incumbent or retired leading cadres lived. Was the management so lax? Impossible.

"A-Long, what should we do? It's so scary." Huang Limin grabbed his arm and shook it gently.

"It's fine, it's just a snake. I'll have my Secretary bring some sulfur powder over and sprinkle it on the stairs so the snake can't come up. Let's sleep upstairs tonight." After Niu Panlong finished speaking, he called his Secretary.

Secretary Zhang Xin acted quickly and arrived in ten minutes. He sprinkled sulfur on the stairs, handrails, and in the two rooms on the first floor. After searching with A-Yun for a while to no avail, he left.

The two-story villa returned to calm.

There were three rooms upstairs: one bedroom for their daughter who was attending university in the capital, one guest room, and one study.

The villa also had a basement of several dozen square meters, piled with valuable gifts like tobacco, alcohol, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques.

Huang Limin complained that the roof of the second floor was too hot, and Niu Panlong's knees weren't good, so the two later moved downstairs to live.

As soon as Niu Panlong lay down, Huang Limin crawled into the quilt naked, hugged her man, and called him coquettishly: "Honey, honey..."

Niu Panlong remained indifferent.

She took further action, but Niu Panlong still had no reaction because he was tired and sleepy and just wanted to sleep soundly.

"Niu Panlong, how long has it been since you fulfilled your conjugal duties? You're full of vigor outside, but as soon as you get home, you're like a dead pig!" Huang Limin was both ashamed and angry, and slapped him twice.

"It's too late, let's do it another day." Niu Panlong turned over, kissed her gently, and immediately turned his back again.

Huang Limin turned her back in anger, feeling aggrieved and wanting to cry. Back in the day, Niu Panlong treated her like a treasure, held her up to the sky. In the first few years of dating and marriage, he wanted her several times a day, tossing her until her whole body felt like it was falling apart.

At that time, he was a little wild bull who never knew fatigue.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand the affairs between men and women at that time and was always shy and unable to let go. Now, after passing forty, she suddenly realized it and was obsessed with that matter, often feeling unsatisfied.