Reborn Nobility

Chapter 86 Can’t afford to offend

He was hesitating when a pot-bellied bald middle-aged man in a blue uniform walked out with a briefcase under his arm.

This person was one of the investigators, and seemed to be some kind of section chief. Wang Dali shook his fist and hurriedly approached him: "Chief Feng, can you take care of our case?"

"Care? If we can take care of all the lawbreakers across the country, why do we need the law?" Section Chief Feng said with a big face.

"We are all poor people, and the whole village depends on this one factory. If this factory collapses, the people in the village will no longer be able to get rid of poverty and become rich." Wang Dali began to play the emotional card, with a flattering smile on his face.

He bent over and handed a cigarette to Section Chief Feng with his knees bent.

Section Chief Feng took the cigarette, which made Wang Dali feel comforted. He stretched out his lighter like lightning and lit the cigarette for him.

However, Section Chief Feng's tone did not improve at all. He took a puff of cigarette, touched his shiny head and said: "You are poor... you deserve to be poor. The working class is the ruling class, and the peasant class serves us.

Without your poverty, how could we be rich? Otherwise, how can we demonstrate the superiority of socialism?"

This "theory" was so precise that Wang Dali really wanted to slap him in the mouth and kick him twice.

But he could only hold back his blush and said to himself, Damn it, if I don't kill you in Luoshui County!

However, he just thought about it.

Before Section Chief Feng finished speaking, he flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "Is this a place in the capital that you can live in? A brick thrown here can kill three division-level cadres and one department-level cadre. How can

Come back to your hometown as soon as possible, isn’t it great to farm?”

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre came out of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau with a group of people with a big smile on his face and shouted: "Comrade Wang Dali, you have been wronged."

Wang Dali looked at the person across from him smiling so brightly. He was stunned for a moment after running into obstacles at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau in the past few days.

This beast smiles so brightly. Doesn't it want to send me to prison? I, King Dali, am a wise man. Who would have thought that my boat would capsize in this gutter today?

Wang Dali was overwhelmed with complicated emotions, but he still didn't wake up until the other party held his hands affectionately.

But Section Chief Feng, who had just been aloof, watched with a dark look on his face as the Director, the Party Secretary and other important leading cadres mobilized to surround this little troublemaker.

With a humble smile on his face, the director kept "ogling" this small businessman from the Central Plains region where unruly people are everywhere, while several of the investigators looked nervous and motionless, even if the smiling people looked nervous.

His face is definitely not much better than crying.

With his rich experience in politics for more than 20 years, Chief Feng, a veteran in official circles, could not tell what kind of backstage this young man in his twenties wearing a low-quality suit had, which could make this backstage official of the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation

The Director of Industry and Commerce is also so cowardly.

Wang Dali's body was still stiff, motionless, and his expression did not change. He just frowned in confusion.

This ### expression looked extremely awesome to the other party, and he thought to himself, he is really a strong man, even the director was not moved when he came out, tsk tsk tsk tsk...

The director smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum in full bloom. After that, it revealed a very rustic and tender kindness. He said in poor Central Plains, "Are you Wang Dali?"

Wang Dali, a poor boy who had always been looked down upon by them, received such courtesy, he immediately said respectfully: "I am who I am."

The director took a suitcase from the hands of a section chief at the back and hurriedly tore off the seal on it. Unfortunately, he didn't have a wet towel, otherwise he would have wiped off the scraps of paper stuck to it, using his hands in an absolutely respectful manner.

He handed it to Wang Dali and said: "This is your payment. Later, we will use our own car to give you your three thousand dolls-those lovely 'Panpan's."

He tried his best to create a sense of humor, but Wang Dali was confused, thinking, suddenly everything is fine? The smoke hasn't dispersed yet!

The director held Wang Dali's hand and said: "We have always supported the development of the private economy. Private enterprises are dynamic and aggressive. Especially labor-intensive enterprises like yours can effectively absorb employment. Of course, there must be imperfect systems in the early stages of entrepreneurship.

, we should be tolerant...The market economy is about crossing the river by feeling the stones, just like you running a business, Rome was not built in a day."

Wang Dali interrupted his long speech and said, "You mean, I can leave?"

"Yes, you are welcome to come to the capital to invest and do business." The director, who had a shining national emblem on the brim of his hat, giving people a sense of majesty, held his hand again. "We will provide you with a good environment. Of course, you have to

If there is an emergency, I can provide a vehicle to take you back."

When the director finished saying this, he found that he was already sweating.

"Just...just leave like this?" Wang Dali felt that this was like a fucking dream.

The director pondered for a moment, and a painful expression flashed across his face. He waved to the accountant, who immediately understood and returned to the compound and took out a brown paper envelope. Needless to say, everyone guessed what was inside.

The director took the envelope, patted it in Wang Dali's hand, and said: "A little thought is not a sign of respect. After all, we have wasted so much of your time. For you entrepreneurs, time is money."

Wang Dali took the money and showed a silly smile, which made everyone tremble.

The director said: "I apologize to you on behalf of our staff."

In fact, the roots of his teeth were itching with hatred, and he thought to himself, I have encountered a hard problem today, otherwise, I would not be so easy to talk to.

As soon as he said this, several other investigators said: "Boss Wang, I'm sorry." "Please bear with me..."

Section Chief Feng reacted slowly and was kicked in the back moderately by the director.

Wang Dali ran away without any grace.

The secretary waved his hand behind him, and everyone else dispersed. The secretary and the director stood together, looking at Wang Dali, who was gradually walking away. This unruly man from the small county walked towards the distance with a very heroic pace, perhaps.

He was so excited that he tripped over something on the ground, staggered and almost fell over - he now knew that it was really not easy to make money, and he was reluctant to even take a taxi.

The secretary took out a cigarette and handed it to the director, and said a little puzzled: "What's going on? Does it have a background?"

Although the secretary is nominally the top leader in this unit, the director has "someone in the department," so he has become accustomed to treating himself as the "number two person."

The director took a leisurely puff of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who's used to bowing his head?"

The secretary did not answer. He knew the identity of the director. When he was young, this boy was also a stubborn leader who dominated the Forty-Nine Cities. During the Cultural Revolution, he belonged to the group of "veterans". It is said that he was involved in the attack on the Ministry of Public Security.

He has been working seriously over the years and has restrained himself a lot, but his foundation is solid, his background is strong, and his life is tough. Even when a department-level cadre like the Beijing State Administration for Industry and Commerce comes to inspect, he has never been so nervous and flattering.

The director took a drag on his cigarette and said to himself: "###Uncle, I received four calls within ten minutes, one from the Military General Equipment Department, one from the Logistics Office of the Ministry of National Defense, one from the Beijing Military Region, and one from 8341

——A real Imperial Guardsman. With this posture, let alone a few rag dolls, he is selling atomic bombs and I can’t let him go!"

The secretary remained silent and said: "Fuck, Lu Ziye... you can't afford to offend the Central Plains people... Recently, Mr. Cao has become a leader in the army."

The director waved his hand to stop him and said: "We won't talk about high-level matters. Anyway, if you meet this guy in the future, avoid it."

While all this was happening, Xia Xiaoluo was chatting with Cao Haoxuan. The two communicated in a calm tone. Xia Xiaoluo said: "If I have time, I will go to the capital to visit you."

Cao Haoxuan said: "Damn, I'm still visiting, making it look like an international meeting. Anyway, there's no one at home, and my parents are often away from home. If we come, we can have a lot of fun."

Xia Xiaoluo knew that his goal had been achieved and was ready to hang up the phone.

Cao Haoxuan was reluctant to leave and said: "I admire your poetry very much! I read it with my grandfather. He never praised young people, but he spoke very well of your song "Self-Mockery"."

Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, what a cheater, can you not mention this matter? I feel guilty when I mention this matter. After all, it is plagiarism, and I feel guilty about being a thief. In fact, he really has no talent in literature and art, and he is very timid.

Therefore, he said in a casual tone: "Art is just a way for people to live in the world poetically. It is just a way to adjust their spare time. Economy is the mainstream of this era, and managing the world and benefiting the people is my goal.

Ideal. You can see that Song Huizong's thin gold calligraphy is also very good. It is tall and beautiful, elegant and sharp. Even people who don't know calligraphy at all will feel great after reading it. The immortal thin gold calligraphy works include "

"A Thousand-Character Essay in Thin Gold Style", "Two Poems on the Wind and Frost", "Summer Poems", "Ouyang Xun and Zhang Han's Postscript". For more than 800 years since then, no one has been able to reach his height, but it can be said that

He is known as the best person in ancient and modern times. However, he knew nothing about governing the country. He used Cai Jing and other treacherous ministers to preside over the government, plundered people's wealth wantonly, was extravagant and extravagant, and established a manufacturing bureau exclusively for the enjoyment of the royal family. He actually left the world that his father left behind at that time.

Seventy percent of the property was spent. During his reign, civil uprisings led by Fang La and Song Jiang broke out, as well as the disgrace of Jingkang..."