Ximen Qing said angrily: Is there such a thing? Damn why didn’t I listen to you? Tomorrow, my buddy called a few people and went to chop the bitch up. Wu Dianen smiled sinisterly and said: No, this person has been dealt with by me long ago. You don’t have to worry, listen to me slowly.
Wu Dianen said: At the time, I wanted to overturn the table and make a big fuss with him. Then I thought, it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Feng Tianbao owe this account. Since then, I began to pay attention to Feng Tianbao. His every move, his living and transportation were all my targets. At that time, I was like a special training agent and spy, and kept staring at Feng Tianbao's tip, but he didn't know at all that you might not believe it. I once squatted next to the public toilet near Feng Tianbao's house for seven nights, observing people coming in and out of the Feng family, and seeing who gave him gifts. After a period of observation, I slowly discovered Feng Tianbao's secret. He had three mistresses, one was his typist, with the surname Qiao; the other was the female boss of an individual hotel named Song Zhenzhen; and the other was the escort lady in the dance hall, named Wu Yiner...
Hearing the three words of Wu Yiner, Ximen Qing was stunned and couldn't help but interrupt and said: Isn't this Wu Yiner the one that Hua Zixu likes the most? Wu Dianen laughed dryly and said: It's her that Hua Erbian treats her well. She usually coaxes her with kind words and gives her a big handful of silver. But the actor is ruthless and the second brother Hua Er feels sorry for her. Ximen Qing also has an affair with Wu Yiner. At this moment, his heart feels like he has been knocked over a kimchi jar, which is so sour, so he imitates the character on the stage and says: Woman, your name is deception.
Wu Dianen ignored Ximen Qing's fault and continued his topic just now: Feng Tianbao not only raised his mistress, but also accepted bribes. His tax office was doing decoration and forced the contractor to give him 20,000 yuan in cash. Then I heard that this happened, so I asked the contractor to drink, so that the contractor could tell Feng Tianbao's crimes in pain, and secretly used the tape recorder to record the sound. With evidence, I had a way to punish the bastard named Feng. When Ximen Qing heard this, he couldn't help but gasp. In order to defeat the Feng's surname, Wu Dianen was determined. No wonder someone secretly gave Wu Dianen a title: a first-class political hooligan
Ximen Qing thought to himself that when I read Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's novel "Jin Ping Mei", there is a character with the same name and surname as me, also known as Ximen Qing, but she loves to be greedy for women, married a wife and five concubines, and played with dozens of women. She has been scolded as a big villain for hundreds of years. Compared with Wu Dianen in front of her, the person named Ximen Qing in the book is really wrong. It is only because Mr. Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was born hundreds of years ago. If he was born today, he would write a new "Jin Ping Mei", but I am afraid that the title of the big villain will not be on Ximen Qing's head.
Ximen Qing was thinking alone, only listening to Wu Dianen Haha, and said: The man surnamed Feng is a paper tiger who is strong outside and is a strong man. I went to find him. At first, he spoke wildly, holding a brick to shoot me. I raised my head, like a Communist who went to the execution ground to bravely die in the movie, saying that if you don’t shoot me today, you are my grandson! Feng Tianbao was so angry that he called like a donkey and shouted, yelling that I was going to take pictures of this brick today! At this time, I took out the tape and played the contractor's voice to him. Who knew that before Feng Tianbao finished listening, he knelt in front of me, hugged my thigh and kept calling me Section Chief Wu
Ximen Qing said repeatedly: Interesting, interesting, you should be punished like this. Wu Dianen said proudly like a hero who returned from victory: At that time, I told him to get out and talk to the cafe on the street. I reported the number of bribes he had received and pointed out the matter of him raising three mistresses. Feng Tianbao was shocked and carefully accompanied me. I ignored him. He slapped himself in the face and called himself not something. I asked him, how could this matter be settled? Feng Tianbao asked me to keep it secret for him and offered me a confidentiality fee of 10,000 yuan. I spared him. When Feng Tianbao saw me, he was like a mouse and a cat. I also knew that although he hated me so much that he wanted to eat his flesh and skin, he still obediently came to my house to give gifts during festivals, just like a grandson respecting his ancestors.
Gao, Gao, it's really high. Ximen Qing couldn't help but drink. He seemed to have just drunk half a pound of Erguotou, and his face turned red with excitement.
But Wu Dianen seemed to be a statue in the wax museum, with a gloomy face all the time, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. It seemed that the protagonist in the story just now was someone else who paused for a while, and Wu Dianen continued: I got a lot of inspiration from Feng Tianbao. Those bastards who are officials all have shit on their butts, and no one can be clean. As long as you keep some tricks and grasp the evidence, it is equivalent to holding the lifeline of those people. Playing them as they want. It's like flying a kite. Holding the thread, no matter how the kite flies, it cannot be separated from your palms. At this time, you will become the supreme Tathagata Buddha.
After hearing Wu Dianen's words, Ximen Qing didn't dare to underestimate this person anymore. Not only did he dare not underestimate him, he just admired him from the bottom of his heart, and asked tentatively: What kites have you pinched in your palm? Wu Dianen looked at Ximen Qing alertly, then smiled concealedly, lowered his voice and said in a low voice: Brother Qing, I'm going to tell you, what are the more kites I'm holding now, Li Dakui, Director of the Finance Bureau, Hu Zuofei, Director of the Land Bureau, Tan Pitt, Director of the Economic Commission, Gan Wuyi, Deputy President of ICBC, Bao Sheng, Deputy President of Hongwei Chemical Factory, Lao Yiba, Manager of Tianan Materials Company, and the city's leader: Deputy Secretary Cheng, Deputy Mayor Liu, Minister Wen of the Propaganda Department... I won't say it anymore, Brother Qing, I will give it a briefing today, please keep it a secret for me.
In fact, Wu Dianen intends to reveal these secrets to Ximen Qing. To increase his weight among the ten brothers, he must first increase his weight in Ximen Qing's eyes. Over the years, Wu Dianen has endured humiliation and rolled his eyes a lot. Now he wants to turn over and ask for liberation and must say it seriously. These secrets are not secrets. He only said the names of a few people, and did not say specific facts. At most, there is only a clue. There is a folk proverb that no official is greedy. Now the common people understand this truth. Is it necessary for him to say it?
Thinking of this, Wu Dianen felt relieved. Wu Dianen didn't talk much, but today he was very excited. He seemed to have to pour out all the words he kept in his heart for several years. He talked about the official issues he had been paying attention to. Therefore, he spoke like a fish in water. Wu Dianen said: If you want to buy and sell official positions, it did not start today. The earliest system of selling official positions began in the Han Dynasty. In the late period of Emperor Wu of Han, he fought with the Huns for many years. The treasury was empty. The court sold official positions on behalf of the "Changshi" at that time. At that time, he could buy the official position of the "Changshi" for 5 million yuan, which was equivalent to the current vice premier. In the Qing Dynasty, selling official positions was called "donation", and money, grain, grass, and animal could be exchanged for official positions. During the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, 5,090 taels of silver could be bought as a magistrate. By the Guangxu period, the official price fell and the magistrate was only worth more than 900 taels of silver.
These knowledge that I have studied in daily life finally came in handy. When Ximen Qing heard it, Wu Dianen continued to talk about it: Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty claimed: "If you have the money, you can get an official, and you will be a good person." Translated into today's words, you can become an official with money. What kind of talent does it mean? It doesn't matter whether Guangxu in the late Qing Dynasty was a good emperor, but his wife, Concubine Zhen, who always insisted on taking the path of reform, still had the act of selling official positions.
As he was talking, Wu Dianen suddenly changed the topic and said with a smile: Brother Qing, you have been in business for so many years and have no shortage of money in your pocket. When will you buy it for a job? Ximen Qing was stunned and then said: Where is the material for being an official?
Wu Dianen shook his head and said: What material do you need to be an official? There is a joke in Guangdong: When parents see their son not studying hard, they threaten that if they don’t study hard, they will say that if they don’t study hard, they will only need to be a cadre and become an official when they grow up. As long as they can shoot, change their minds, and ensure that they can do it.
Ximen Qing was a little more focused and asked tentatively: What kind of official can I be a businessman? Wu Dianen pondered for a moment and replied: Forgot that couplet? You can say you can do it or not. As long as you want to be, why worry about not having a suitable official title for you, such as the chairman of the Municipal Individual Workers Association, such as the deputy manager of a pharmaceutical company. With the official title, it will be easier to make money. I think this is the truth. Brother Qing understands this. Ximen Qing said: I will think about this again. Wu Dianen said: What else do you want? Prepare the money quickly.
As he was speaking, Qian Furen and his group came out of the massage room, all of whom were full of spring breeze, with joy in their faces, and their expressions were quite similar: it seemed that they had picked up gold ingots on the street, and they were worried that it was still Qian Furen who came up to greet Wu Dianen. This time, Ximen Qing was not afraid of being neglected, so he took the initiative to greet Qian Furen and consciously moved closer to Wu Dianen. Ximen Qing was like enlightenment. At the right time, he bought it for his official title to play. This was what Wu Dianen said, and it was exactly what he thought. In the past, he relied on his father-in-law in the officialdom and tasted the sweetness of hooking up with the officialdom. However, Ximen Qing thought that he could not lie on the glorious bride and not eat his old capital, and he wanted to make new contributions.
Men Qing didn't expect that it was so easy to become an official. After giving some money, Wu Dianen came forward to find Deputy Mayor Liu's home (actually, there is no need to find the city leader for this little thing, but Wu Dianen said that the King of Hell is easy to meet, and it is difficult to deal with the little ghost, so it is better to find the big head bento directly). Deputy Mayor Liu called the Industrial and Commercial Bureau by phone. Before a few days, Ximen Qing's black hat was sent out. The full name is the Chairman of Qinghe Individual Workers Association. Although it is a false official title, it is also an official at least. It is the same as Chairman Mao and Chairman Jiang. When it comes to a meeting to convey the spirit of the central document, the emcee said loudly on the stage: Please Comrade Tian Dahua, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and Comrade XXX, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee... Comrade Ximen Qing, Chairman of the Municipal Association, (his name is often at the last one)
When you arrive at the rostrum, Ximen Qing will take a deep breath, take a breath, and then step onto the rostrum with no glory on his face.
In the blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. Ximen Qing drove a car and brought gifts to Wu Dianen's house. He planned to have a box of mooncakes, two bottles of Kweichow Moutai, four boxes of Nao Platinum and eight packs of Viagra in front of Wu Dianen's wife, and gave mooncakes, Moutai and Nao Platinum. Taking advantage of Wu Dianen's wife's opportunity to pour tea into the kitchen, he quickly took out a few bags of Viagra and quietly stuffed them into Wu Dianen's hand. Wu Dianen asked with a calm face: What? It's so mysterious. Ximen Qing attached to his ears and said: Imported Viagra, I finally got it. Brother worry about the officialdom every day. I am a little consolation.
Wu Dianen calmly put away Viagra, and smiled: Brother Qing has become an official now, but he is still not serious at all. He is a romantic affairs, but he is a taboo in the officialdom. Ximen Qing said: So what if I just think of it as a meat official? Me and Hun are homophones, and meat official can also be interpreted as a fool. Ximen Qing was originally funny, but Wu Dianen understood what he meant, smiled knowingly, and said: Jokes are jokes, but in the officialdom, Brother Qing may still be restrained in this aspect in the future. Ximen Qing said repeatedly: Yes, yes, brother is very good at giving advice.
In the office of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, there was a list of cadres promoted. There was a line of words on it: Comrade Ximen Qing was appointed as the chairman of the Qinghe Individual Workers Association (level section). Grandma, Brother Qing has been promoted. I have been in the middle for so many years and have not even reached the deputy section level. It is really a coward! He complained, Ximen Qing became the chairman of the association. After all, it was a happy event for the ten brothers. Ying Earn decided to interview him and wrote an article in the Qinghe Daily. The title was already written, called "The leader of the private owners' goose record of Ximen Qing, the chairman of the Individual Workers Association of our city."
Ximen Qing was washing his hair in Pan Jinlian's Alian hair salon. Earl Ying arrived excitedly. When he heard the Ying reporter interviewing Ximen Qing, Chunmei slapped her hands, and shampoo foam was splashed everywhere: Oh, Brother Qing's glorious deeds are about to be reported, it's amazing. It's better to publish a photo and have a poem to accompany the painting. Pan Jinlian pursed her lips, and she couldn't help but feel jealous when she spoke: Yes, yes, if the handsome and handsome Brother Qing's photo is reported, it would be strange if I can't tell the little slutty hooves of Qinghe are all crazy.
Ximen Qing covered her mouth and smiled: A Lian, where are you jealous? Seeing that Pan Jinlian didn't say anything, he turned his face toward Earl Ying and said: What's the best interview for me? You know everything, just look at it and write it. Earl Ying has already unbuttoned her hat and spread her notebook, and said with a puzzled look: Brother Qing must say a few words, I can't work behind closed doors and make up myths randomly. Ximen Qing interrupted: There are few things you have to make up myths randomly in the newspaper? Earl Ying grinned and sizzled the air conditioner, declaring that those articles that made up myths had nothing to do with him. Ximen Qing scolded: I looked around and looked at the entire newspaper, and there was only one left for you. As he closed his eyes and thought for a while, he followed the leader and said a few words. It was nothing more than the domestic and international situation.
Ying Count said: This is not OK, let’s say something practical. Ximen Qing smiled and said: The reality is how to make more money and pick up more girls, but can these be said? After saying something, several people present laughed. Chunmei snatched the white-haired saying: Brother Qing knows picking up girls all day long, and he doesn’t pay attention to his image even if he becomes a cadre. Ximen Qing jokingly said: If you don’t pay attention to your image, why do you go here to wash your hair?
Isn't I still want to do something about four beauties? Start with my own image and strive to not affect the appearance of the city. While talking and joking, I finished washing my hair. Then Chunmei massaged Brother Qing. A pair of women's hands touched and pinched her body. Ximen Qing felt very comfortable. There was something in her heart that was about to move. She really wanted to do something to Chunmei, but Pan Jinlian, who was sitting on the sofa, was nailed to him like a nail. Ximen Qing couldn't do anything even if she wanted to do something.
Earl Ying, who was sitting next to him, had nothing to do, chatted with another hair salon girl Qiuju. Seeing that Ximen Qing had finished washing her hair, she proposed the interview code again. Ximen Qing said: "Are you just writing it for me?" Earl Ying gave a wink at Ximen Qing and said: Brother Qing, you don't know, the leader has given an explanation, and insisted that the newly appointed chairman of the individual association express his opinion in person. Look, I have prepared an interview outline. As he said that, he took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and took it in front of Ximen Qing. Ximen Qing understood what Earl Ying meant, and frowned like acting and said: It's hard to be a celebrity, and it's even harder to be a cadre. He became a shitty official, and even the right to have a good rest was deprived. He stood up lazyly and walked towards the No. 2 box with Earl Ying to accept Earl Ying's interview.
Pan Jinlian pouted and muttered: I have never seen anyone interviewing in the private room. What a fucking thing about Ying Huazi! The secret operation is lacking transparency. She has learned a few new words recently. At this time, Ximen Qing hasn't come to A Lian Hair Salon for a long time. When he saw him today, Pan Jinlian was very happy. She thought she could talk together, find some time, find some free time, bring love, and go to the private room. If you are in good spirits, then some fish and water joy. But as soon as Ximen Qing entered the hair salon, his eyes were straight on Chunmei. Pan Jinlian's jealousy had already jumped up. Now Ximen Qing finished washing his head. Pan Jinlian was about to see the opportunity to enter the private room with Brother Qing. He didn't want Ying to come to pick up another interview. It's really unbearable!
Seeing that Pan Jinlian's face was so angry that she quickly came over to massage her back, comforting her and said: Good sister, don't be angry, you will suffer a loss if you get angry, and you can't get it. When Pan Jinlian heard this, she was even more angry and said angrily: I won't be angry about that unfaithful thief! I am just a couple with Lushui. They are rich people from Qinghe. Now they have become cadres and have all their wealth and promotion. How can I take me seriously? I have thought through this. Women are not the moon. Women have to rely on themselves to liberate themselves. From now on, whether they can eat gold and silver or bury the streets on their own, it has nothing to do with me.
The more Pan Jinlian said, the more sad it became. Chunmei's eyes turned red when she heard it, and said: Sister said she was not angry, and her body was trembling. What if Chunmei was angry, what should Chunmei do? Sister is Chunmei's backbone, a cool tree. Pan Jinlian turned around and hugged Chunmei, and said with a smile: Chunmei is better, but people understand people's wishes. It is rare for us to meet each other. We sisters are with whom, and our lips are not separated from each other. In the future, whether it is poor or rich, you will be indispensable to me. Chunmei's mother died early. She lived with her father since she was a child. She lacked maternal love. Her face was tightly attached to Pan Jinlian, and suddenly she felt a hint of unspeakable warmth.
The two of them snuggled up on the sofa and said, "I'll listen to what they're talking about."
As he said that, he moved his footsteps gently, tiptoed to the second box, raised his ears and eavesdropped without hearing a few words, Chunmei's face changed color, and only the voice of Earl Ying in the box said: I met someone yesterday afternoon, who do you think you are? Ximen Qing asked: Who is it? Earl Ying said: It's Li Ping'er, she said she remembered Brother Qing day and night, and she couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well, so she asked me to send you a message and take some time to see her. Ximen Qing sighed and said: To be honest, I really miss her in my heart. Earl Ying said: But now she has a husband. Ximen Qing said:That short turtle named Jiang! Ping'er, Ping'er, if you want to find a husband, you should find a better one, find someone who looks like a person, and find a short tuft. Isn't this obviously disgusting? I'll have to get a few people tomorrow to pick up the Jiang person's surname. Earl Ying said: Even if you have done Jiang Zhushan, he is still Li Ping'er's husband. It would be better to find a way to hook Li Ping'er out and find some fun in time. Ximen Qing said: But the turtle named Jiang has taken care of her so tightly, how can she seduce her? ... Chunmei listened further down, but there was no sound. She hurriedly slid her into the crack of the door and looked inside. Earl Ying was attached to Ximen Qing's ear and whispered. Ximen Qing nodded repeatedly. It seemed that he was already full of joy by Earl Ying.
Chunmei walked back to Pan Jinlian in slashes and told the scenes she had just heard. Pan Jinlian was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said: Damn Ying Huazi, give him some color and opened the dyeing room. The dog couldn't spit out ivory. I had long expected that they wouldn't say anything nice in the private room. She said as she got up and wanted to walk to the private room. Chunmei grabbed her and said: Sister, don't be angry, I'm anxious and can't eat hot rice porridge. You have to take this matter slowly. Pan Jinlian sat back on the sofa, putting her head down there and making sex.
Not long after, the door of the No. 2 private room opened. Ximen Qing and Earl Ying walked out of the private room. Qiu Ju hurried up to pour tea. Chunmei, who had already had quick eyes and hands, handed the tea. Pan Jinlian said coldly: The interview is over?
This time, reporter Ying Da can do a good article. Count Ying smiled shamelessly and said: What can I do? If this article is done well, it is not entirely up to Brother Qing’s words. Pan Jinlian said with a sarcastic sarcasm: Brother Qing’s eloquence is the best in the world, and it makes the sisters all over the world look like they have lost their souls. Ximen Qing took a step forward, hugged Pan Jinlian's waist and said: So what's wrong with A Lian? Make fun of me. Pan Jinlian twisted her body and couldn't break away. She was hugged by Ximen Qing and couldn't move.
Wu Dianen said: At the time, I wanted to overturn the table and make a big fuss with him. Then I thought, it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Feng Tianbao owe this account. Since then, I began to pay attention to Feng Tianbao. His every move, his living and transportation were all my targets. At that time, I was like a special training agent and spy, and kept staring at Feng Tianbao's tip, but he didn't know at all that you might not believe it. I once squatted next to the public toilet near Feng Tianbao's house for seven nights, observing people coming in and out of the Feng family, and seeing who gave him gifts. After a period of observation, I slowly discovered Feng Tianbao's secret. He had three mistresses, one was his typist, with the surname Qiao; the other was the female boss of an individual hotel named Song Zhenzhen; and the other was the escort lady in the dance hall, named Wu Yiner...
Hearing the three words of Wu Yiner, Ximen Qing was stunned and couldn't help but interrupt and said: Isn't this Wu Yiner the one that Hua Zixu likes the most? Wu Dianen laughed dryly and said: It's her that Hua Erbian treats her well. She usually coaxes her with kind words and gives her a big handful of silver. But the actor is ruthless and the second brother Hua Er feels sorry for her. Ximen Qing also has an affair with Wu Yiner. At this moment, his heart feels like he has been knocked over a kimchi jar, which is so sour, so he imitates the character on the stage and says: Woman, your name is deception.
Wu Dianen ignored Ximen Qing's fault and continued his topic just now: Feng Tianbao not only raised his mistress, but also accepted bribes. His tax office was doing decoration and forced the contractor to give him 20,000 yuan in cash. Then I heard that this happened, so I asked the contractor to drink, so that the contractor could tell Feng Tianbao's crimes in pain, and secretly used the tape recorder to record the sound. With evidence, I had a way to punish the bastard named Feng. When Ximen Qing heard this, he couldn't help but gasp. In order to defeat the Feng's surname, Wu Dianen was determined. No wonder someone secretly gave Wu Dianen a title: a first-class political hooligan
Ximen Qing thought to himself that when I read Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's novel "Jin Ping Mei", there is a character with the same name and surname as me, also known as Ximen Qing, but she loves to be greedy for women, married a wife and five concubines, and played with dozens of women. She has been scolded as a big villain for hundreds of years. Compared with Wu Dianen in front of her, the person named Ximen Qing in the book is really wrong. It is only because Mr. Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng was born hundreds of years ago. If he was born today, he would write a new "Jin Ping Mei", but I am afraid that the title of the big villain will not be on Ximen Qing's head.
Ximen Qing was thinking alone, only listening to Wu Dianen Haha, and said: The man surnamed Feng is a paper tiger who is strong outside and is a strong man. I went to find him. At first, he spoke wildly, holding a brick to shoot me. I raised my head, like a Communist who went to the execution ground to bravely die in the movie, saying that if you don’t shoot me today, you are my grandson! Feng Tianbao was so angry that he called like a donkey and shouted, yelling that I was going to take pictures of this brick today! At this time, I took out the tape and played the contractor's voice to him. Who knew that before Feng Tianbao finished listening, he knelt in front of me, hugged my thigh and kept calling me Section Chief Wu
Ximen Qing said repeatedly: Interesting, interesting, you should be punished like this. Wu Dianen said proudly like a hero who returned from victory: At that time, I told him to get out and talk to the cafe on the street. I reported the number of bribes he had received and pointed out the matter of him raising three mistresses. Feng Tianbao was shocked and carefully accompanied me. I ignored him. He slapped himself in the face and called himself not something. I asked him, how could this matter be settled? Feng Tianbao asked me to keep it secret for him and offered me a confidentiality fee of 10,000 yuan. I spared him. When Feng Tianbao saw me, he was like a mouse and a cat. I also knew that although he hated me so much that he wanted to eat his flesh and skin, he still obediently came to my house to give gifts during festivals, just like a grandson respecting his ancestors.
Gao, Gao, it's really high. Ximen Qing couldn't help but drink. He seemed to have just drunk half a pound of Erguotou, and his face turned red with excitement.
But Wu Dianen seemed to be a statue in the wax museum, with a gloomy face all the time, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. It seemed that the protagonist in the story just now was someone else who paused for a while, and Wu Dianen continued: I got a lot of inspiration from Feng Tianbao. Those bastards who are officials all have shit on their butts, and no one can be clean. As long as you keep some tricks and grasp the evidence, it is equivalent to holding the lifeline of those people. Playing them as they want. It's like flying a kite. Holding the thread, no matter how the kite flies, it cannot be separated from your palms. At this time, you will become the supreme Tathagata Buddha.
After hearing Wu Dianen's words, Ximen Qing didn't dare to underestimate this person anymore. Not only did he dare not underestimate him, he just admired him from the bottom of his heart, and asked tentatively: What kites have you pinched in your palm? Wu Dianen looked at Ximen Qing alertly, then smiled concealedly, lowered his voice and said in a low voice: Brother Qing, I'm going to tell you, what are the more kites I'm holding now, Li Dakui, Director of the Finance Bureau, Hu Zuofei, Director of the Land Bureau, Tan Pitt, Director of the Economic Commission, Gan Wuyi, Deputy President of ICBC, Bao Sheng, Deputy President of Hongwei Chemical Factory, Lao Yiba, Manager of Tianan Materials Company, and the city's leader: Deputy Secretary Cheng, Deputy Mayor Liu, Minister Wen of the Propaganda Department... I won't say it anymore, Brother Qing, I will give it a briefing today, please keep it a secret for me.
In fact, Wu Dianen intends to reveal these secrets to Ximen Qing. To increase his weight among the ten brothers, he must first increase his weight in Ximen Qing's eyes. Over the years, Wu Dianen has endured humiliation and rolled his eyes a lot. Now he wants to turn over and ask for liberation and must say it seriously. These secrets are not secrets. He only said the names of a few people, and did not say specific facts. At most, there is only a clue. There is a folk proverb that no official is greedy. Now the common people understand this truth. Is it necessary for him to say it?
Thinking of this, Wu Dianen felt relieved. Wu Dianen didn't talk much, but today he was very excited. He seemed to have to pour out all the words he kept in his heart for several years. He talked about the official issues he had been paying attention to. Therefore, he spoke like a fish in water. Wu Dianen said: If you want to buy and sell official positions, it did not start today. The earliest system of selling official positions began in the Han Dynasty. In the late period of Emperor Wu of Han, he fought with the Huns for many years. The treasury was empty. The court sold official positions on behalf of the "Changshi" at that time. At that time, he could buy the official position of the "Changshi" for 5 million yuan, which was equivalent to the current vice premier. In the Qing Dynasty, selling official positions was called "donation", and money, grain, grass, and animal could be exchanged for official positions. During the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, 5,090 taels of silver could be bought as a magistrate. By the Guangxu period, the official price fell and the magistrate was only worth more than 900 taels of silver.
These knowledge that I have studied in daily life finally came in handy. When Ximen Qing heard it, Wu Dianen continued to talk about it: Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty claimed: "If you have the money, you can get an official, and you will be a good person." Translated into today's words, you can become an official with money. What kind of talent does it mean? It doesn't matter whether Guangxu in the late Qing Dynasty was a good emperor, but his wife, Concubine Zhen, who always insisted on taking the path of reform, still had the act of selling official positions.
As he was talking, Wu Dianen suddenly changed the topic and said with a smile: Brother Qing, you have been in business for so many years and have no shortage of money in your pocket. When will you buy it for a job? Ximen Qing was stunned and then said: Where is the material for being an official?
Wu Dianen shook his head and said: What material do you need to be an official? There is a joke in Guangdong: When parents see their son not studying hard, they threaten that if they don’t study hard, they will say that if they don’t study hard, they will only need to be a cadre and become an official when they grow up. As long as they can shoot, change their minds, and ensure that they can do it.
Ximen Qing was a little more focused and asked tentatively: What kind of official can I be a businessman? Wu Dianen pondered for a moment and replied: Forgot that couplet? You can say you can do it or not. As long as you want to be, why worry about not having a suitable official title for you, such as the chairman of the Municipal Individual Workers Association, such as the deputy manager of a pharmaceutical company. With the official title, it will be easier to make money. I think this is the truth. Brother Qing understands this. Ximen Qing said: I will think about this again. Wu Dianen said: What else do you want? Prepare the money quickly.
As he was speaking, Qian Furen and his group came out of the massage room, all of whom were full of spring breeze, with joy in their faces, and their expressions were quite similar: it seemed that they had picked up gold ingots on the street, and they were worried that it was still Qian Furen who came up to greet Wu Dianen. This time, Ximen Qing was not afraid of being neglected, so he took the initiative to greet Qian Furen and consciously moved closer to Wu Dianen. Ximen Qing was like enlightenment. At the right time, he bought it for his official title to play. This was what Wu Dianen said, and it was exactly what he thought. In the past, he relied on his father-in-law in the officialdom and tasted the sweetness of hooking up with the officialdom. However, Ximen Qing thought that he could not lie on the glorious bride and not eat his old capital, and he wanted to make new contributions.
Men Qing didn't expect that it was so easy to become an official. After giving some money, Wu Dianen came forward to find Deputy Mayor Liu's home (actually, there is no need to find the city leader for this little thing, but Wu Dianen said that the King of Hell is easy to meet, and it is difficult to deal with the little ghost, so it is better to find the big head bento directly). Deputy Mayor Liu called the Industrial and Commercial Bureau by phone. Before a few days, Ximen Qing's black hat was sent out. The full name is the Chairman of Qinghe Individual Workers Association. Although it is a false official title, it is also an official at least. It is the same as Chairman Mao and Chairman Jiang. When it comes to a meeting to convey the spirit of the central document, the emcee said loudly on the stage: Please Comrade Tian Dahua, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and Comrade XXX, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee... Comrade Ximen Qing, Chairman of the Municipal Association, (his name is often at the last one)
When you arrive at the rostrum, Ximen Qing will take a deep breath, take a breath, and then step onto the rostrum with no glory on his face.
In the blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. Ximen Qing drove a car and brought gifts to Wu Dianen's house. He planned to have a box of mooncakes, two bottles of Kweichow Moutai, four boxes of Nao Platinum and eight packs of Viagra in front of Wu Dianen's wife, and gave mooncakes, Moutai and Nao Platinum. Taking advantage of Wu Dianen's wife's opportunity to pour tea into the kitchen, he quickly took out a few bags of Viagra and quietly stuffed them into Wu Dianen's hand. Wu Dianen asked with a calm face: What? It's so mysterious. Ximen Qing attached to his ears and said: Imported Viagra, I finally got it. Brother worry about the officialdom every day. I am a little consolation.
Wu Dianen calmly put away Viagra, and smiled: Brother Qing has become an official now, but he is still not serious at all. He is a romantic affairs, but he is a taboo in the officialdom. Ximen Qing said: So what if I just think of it as a meat official? Me and Hun are homophones, and meat official can also be interpreted as a fool. Ximen Qing was originally funny, but Wu Dianen understood what he meant, smiled knowingly, and said: Jokes are jokes, but in the officialdom, Brother Qing may still be restrained in this aspect in the future. Ximen Qing said repeatedly: Yes, yes, brother is very good at giving advice.
In the office of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, there was a list of cadres promoted. There was a line of words on it: Comrade Ximen Qing was appointed as the chairman of the Qinghe Individual Workers Association (level section). Grandma, Brother Qing has been promoted. I have been in the middle for so many years and have not even reached the deputy section level. It is really a coward! He complained, Ximen Qing became the chairman of the association. After all, it was a happy event for the ten brothers. Ying Earn decided to interview him and wrote an article in the Qinghe Daily. The title was already written, called "The leader of the private owners' goose record of Ximen Qing, the chairman of the Individual Workers Association of our city."
Ximen Qing was washing his hair in Pan Jinlian's Alian hair salon. Earl Ying arrived excitedly. When he heard the Ying reporter interviewing Ximen Qing, Chunmei slapped her hands, and shampoo foam was splashed everywhere: Oh, Brother Qing's glorious deeds are about to be reported, it's amazing. It's better to publish a photo and have a poem to accompany the painting. Pan Jinlian pursed her lips, and she couldn't help but feel jealous when she spoke: Yes, yes, if the handsome and handsome Brother Qing's photo is reported, it would be strange if I can't tell the little slutty hooves of Qinghe are all crazy.
Ximen Qing covered her mouth and smiled: A Lian, where are you jealous? Seeing that Pan Jinlian didn't say anything, he turned his face toward Earl Ying and said: What's the best interview for me? You know everything, just look at it and write it. Earl Ying has already unbuttoned her hat and spread her notebook, and said with a puzzled look: Brother Qing must say a few words, I can't work behind closed doors and make up myths randomly. Ximen Qing interrupted: There are few things you have to make up myths randomly in the newspaper? Earl Ying grinned and sizzled the air conditioner, declaring that those articles that made up myths had nothing to do with him. Ximen Qing scolded: I looked around and looked at the entire newspaper, and there was only one left for you. As he closed his eyes and thought for a while, he followed the leader and said a few words. It was nothing more than the domestic and international situation.
Ying Count said: This is not OK, let’s say something practical. Ximen Qing smiled and said: The reality is how to make more money and pick up more girls, but can these be said? After saying something, several people present laughed. Chunmei snatched the white-haired saying: Brother Qing knows picking up girls all day long, and he doesn’t pay attention to his image even if he becomes a cadre. Ximen Qing jokingly said: If you don’t pay attention to your image, why do you go here to wash your hair?
Isn't I still want to do something about four beauties? Start with my own image and strive to not affect the appearance of the city. While talking and joking, I finished washing my hair. Then Chunmei massaged Brother Qing. A pair of women's hands touched and pinched her body. Ximen Qing felt very comfortable. There was something in her heart that was about to move. She really wanted to do something to Chunmei, but Pan Jinlian, who was sitting on the sofa, was nailed to him like a nail. Ximen Qing couldn't do anything even if she wanted to do something.
Earl Ying, who was sitting next to him, had nothing to do, chatted with another hair salon girl Qiuju. Seeing that Ximen Qing had finished washing her hair, she proposed the interview code again. Ximen Qing said: "Are you just writing it for me?" Earl Ying gave a wink at Ximen Qing and said: Brother Qing, you don't know, the leader has given an explanation, and insisted that the newly appointed chairman of the individual association express his opinion in person. Look, I have prepared an interview outline. As he said that, he took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and took it in front of Ximen Qing. Ximen Qing understood what Earl Ying meant, and frowned like acting and said: It's hard to be a celebrity, and it's even harder to be a cadre. He became a shitty official, and even the right to have a good rest was deprived. He stood up lazyly and walked towards the No. 2 box with Earl Ying to accept Earl Ying's interview.
Pan Jinlian pouted and muttered: I have never seen anyone interviewing in the private room. What a fucking thing about Ying Huazi! The secret operation is lacking transparency. She has learned a few new words recently. At this time, Ximen Qing hasn't come to A Lian Hair Salon for a long time. When he saw him today, Pan Jinlian was very happy. She thought she could talk together, find some time, find some free time, bring love, and go to the private room. If you are in good spirits, then some fish and water joy. But as soon as Ximen Qing entered the hair salon, his eyes were straight on Chunmei. Pan Jinlian's jealousy had already jumped up. Now Ximen Qing finished washing his head. Pan Jinlian was about to see the opportunity to enter the private room with Brother Qing. He didn't want Ying to come to pick up another interview. It's really unbearable!
Seeing that Pan Jinlian's face was so angry that she quickly came over to massage her back, comforting her and said: Good sister, don't be angry, you will suffer a loss if you get angry, and you can't get it. When Pan Jinlian heard this, she was even more angry and said angrily: I won't be angry about that unfaithful thief! I am just a couple with Lushui. They are rich people from Qinghe. Now they have become cadres and have all their wealth and promotion. How can I take me seriously? I have thought through this. Women are not the moon. Women have to rely on themselves to liberate themselves. From now on, whether they can eat gold and silver or bury the streets on their own, it has nothing to do with me.
The more Pan Jinlian said, the more sad it became. Chunmei's eyes turned red when she heard it, and said: Sister said she was not angry, and her body was trembling. What if Chunmei was angry, what should Chunmei do? Sister is Chunmei's backbone, a cool tree. Pan Jinlian turned around and hugged Chunmei, and said with a smile: Chunmei is better, but people understand people's wishes. It is rare for us to meet each other. We sisters are with whom, and our lips are not separated from each other. In the future, whether it is poor or rich, you will be indispensable to me. Chunmei's mother died early. She lived with her father since she was a child. She lacked maternal love. Her face was tightly attached to Pan Jinlian, and suddenly she felt a hint of unspeakable warmth.
The two of them snuggled up on the sofa and said, "I'll listen to what they're talking about."
As he said that, he moved his footsteps gently, tiptoed to the second box, raised his ears and eavesdropped without hearing a few words, Chunmei's face changed color, and only the voice of Earl Ying in the box said: I met someone yesterday afternoon, who do you think you are? Ximen Qing asked: Who is it? Earl Ying said: It's Li Ping'er, she said she remembered Brother Qing day and night, and she couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well, so she asked me to send you a message and take some time to see her. Ximen Qing sighed and said: To be honest, I really miss her in my heart. Earl Ying said: But now she has a husband. Ximen Qing said:That short turtle named Jiang! Ping'er, Ping'er, if you want to find a husband, you should find a better one, find someone who looks like a person, and find a short tuft. Isn't this obviously disgusting? I'll have to get a few people tomorrow to pick up the Jiang person's surname. Earl Ying said: Even if you have done Jiang Zhushan, he is still Li Ping'er's husband. It would be better to find a way to hook Li Ping'er out and find some fun in time. Ximen Qing said: But the turtle named Jiang has taken care of her so tightly, how can she seduce her? ... Chunmei listened further down, but there was no sound. She hurriedly slid her into the crack of the door and looked inside. Earl Ying was attached to Ximen Qing's ear and whispered. Ximen Qing nodded repeatedly. It seemed that he was already full of joy by Earl Ying.
Chunmei walked back to Pan Jinlian in slashes and told the scenes she had just heard. Pan Jinlian was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said: Damn Ying Huazi, give him some color and opened the dyeing room. The dog couldn't spit out ivory. I had long expected that they wouldn't say anything nice in the private room. She said as she got up and wanted to walk to the private room. Chunmei grabbed her and said: Sister, don't be angry, I'm anxious and can't eat hot rice porridge. You have to take this matter slowly. Pan Jinlian sat back on the sofa, putting her head down there and making sex.
Not long after, the door of the No. 2 private room opened. Ximen Qing and Earl Ying walked out of the private room. Qiu Ju hurried up to pour tea. Chunmei, who had already had quick eyes and hands, handed the tea. Pan Jinlian said coldly: The interview is over?
This time, reporter Ying Da can do a good article. Count Ying smiled shamelessly and said: What can I do? If this article is done well, it is not entirely up to Brother Qing’s words. Pan Jinlian said with a sarcastic sarcasm: Brother Qing’s eloquence is the best in the world, and it makes the sisters all over the world look like they have lost their souls. Ximen Qing took a step forward, hugged Pan Jinlian's waist and said: So what's wrong with A Lian? Make fun of me. Pan Jinlian twisted her body and couldn't break away. She was hugged by Ximen Qing and couldn't move.
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