Life Reset: I’m the Master in the Officialdom

After the group finished their meal in a flash, they looked at the clock and saw that it was just past six o'clock.

The place they chose for dinner today was a bit remote, about five or six kilometers away from the municipal party committee staff housing compound.

After the dinner, Wentao asked Sun Chenghu to leave first, and he planned to take a walk to sober up.

Since coming to the Northeast, he has never personally experienced the bustling nightlife on the streets of the Northeast.

Sun Chenghu, who originally served as a driver and bodyguard, frowned when he heard this and insisted on walking with Wentao, but Wentao waved his hand firmly to refuse.

Seeing this, Sun Chenghu knew that he could not defeat Wentao.

I had no choice but to nod and turn away.

Although there are indeed many idle and trouble-making "ruffians" on the streets of Bengang City, Wentao did not feel overly nervous.

After all, he is a grown man, how could he be robbed and raped by others?

Besides, the only one who had a grudge against Wentao was Sun Yiguo, but Sun Yiguo knew Wentao's profound background very well, so he wouldn't dare to do anything too crazy or irrational.

In this way, Wentao walked slowly and leisurely along the main road alone.

The night market had just opened at this time. Although it was already the cold winter season of the twelfth lunar month in Handong, the streets and alleys were still filled with the strong atmosphere of human life.

There happened to be a simple but good business ramen stall on the side of the road. Waves of tempting aroma wafted into Wentao's nose, and the fragrance seemed to have hands and went straight into his nose.

Thinking back to the dinner just now, although I drank a lot of wine, I hardly touched the main course.

So, Wentao walked straight to the ramen stall without saying a word, picked an empty table at random and sat down slowly.

"Boss, give me a bowl of ramen!"

After a while, a bowl of steaming hot ramen was brought to him. Looking at the mouth-watering ramen in front of him, Wentao couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and slurp it up.

In the blink of an eye, the bowl of ramen was completely devoured.

Contented, Wentao put down his bowl and chopsticks, stretched out his right hand and rubbed his round belly gently, with an extremely satisfied smile on his face.

However, at this moment, a shrill siren suddenly sounded from far away, followed by one after another urban management law enforcement vehicles with flashing warning lights roaring in like a storm.

As the law enforcement vehicle came to an abrupt stop and the door slammed open, a group of uniformed urban management law enforcement officers rushed out of the vehicle like arrows from a bow.

The leading captain, with a serious expression, shouted in a full-throated voice, "Brothers, hurry up! Subdue all these vendors and confiscate everything on their stalls!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the stall owners who were busy doing business changed drastically. They fled in panic, and the scene became a mess for a while.

Some people were so panicked that they didn't even bother to clean up the things on their stalls; others ran as fast as they could, shouting, "Run! Run! Don't let them catch us! If we do, we'll be fined!"

The whole scene became chaotic and filled with chaos.

Nowadays, most of the people who set up stalls on the streets and alleys just do it as a part-time job. They basically use those flexible and convenient mobile food trucks and do not have a fixed business location.

Since this mode of operation is somewhat irregular, they often need to deal with staff from urban management departments.