The official way of rebirth

Rebirth of the Official Way Chapter 14: Opportunities

E put the large and small bags in her hands into the trunk. ★The Chinese website is updated quickly by paoshu8, and the novels are complete★ Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she said: "Mr. Xia, I want to go buy instant noodles."

Sitting in the red sports car, I looked through the text messages on the blue crystal mobile phone and nodded. Then I heard Xiu'e scream. Sister Lan was startled. When she looked up, she saw that Xiu'e was rummaging through her wallet.

Grabbing a handful of dimes in the wallet, I opened the wallet and poured it down. It seemed like something valuable was missing.

Sister asked curiously: "Do you have a gold ring given by your family?"

E was so anxious that she almost cried. "No, it is. The discount card is gone. That day. That day, their supermarket was having a promotion. I finally asked the waitress for it. The lady was very strict. She said nothing and wouldn't give it to me. I

I beg her God..."

Sister Lan exclaimed. "What's the discount for the VIP card here?" Although she has become a millionaire, Sister Lan's calculating personality has not changed, especially when she pays for it herself.

"95% off. 95% off." Xiu'e said dejectedly when she found that the discount card was really gone.

Sister really wanted to slap her. Of course she didn't know that the black-faced god was so helpless when facing her sometimes. "It's a regular points card, right? Here it is." Sister Lan took out her beautiful latest LV handbag.

He handed the card to Xiu'e and muttered: "Why don't you just buy a box of instant noodles? How much money can you save?"

"Instant noodles are very valuable now. One dollar is more than one." Xiu'e took the points card with a smile and ran to the supermarket.

Sister curled her lips and looked at the rotating blue crystal mobile phone in her hand. It was a gift from Bao'er. It is Nokia's latest camera model. It has a unique shape. Sister Lan couldn't like it. This phone was just released in China. The price is nearly 10,000 yuan. And Bao'er is such a ghost.

Ling Jing doesn’t know how many people love her. There are often some weird and wonderful things, and Sister Lan often takes advantage of them.

She couldn't put it down and fiddled with her phone. Sister Lan wanted to send a text message to someone. She spelled the pinyin awkwardly. "Black-faced God: You!" Looking at the clever fonts on the screen, Sister Lan smiled deliberately. After all, she didn't dare.

Once you have said it, your eyes will become addicted and you will delete the words one by one.

The sweet music on the phone suddenly rang. I looked at the caller number. Sister Lan frowned slightly. She answered the call. Sanzi. Is there something wrong? "

Sanzi is the boss of a trading company in the capital. It is said that he has a lot of connections. When my sister was running a beauty salon in Huanghai, she made acquaintances with many people from different religions. Sanzi was one of them. But Sister Lan thought he was a sweet-talking person, so she tried to talk to him.

In business, it feels like the leather bag company has nothing to lose. But for the sake of his god-sister in Huanghai, Sister Lan can only deal with him occasionally.

The third son is still as glib as ever. "Mr.

My sister said with contempt in her heart: "You have a lot of opportunities to make a fortune. Why are you still encouraging your handbag company now?"

The third son laughed a few times and said, Mr. Xia, are you hurting me? Brothers always have opportunities. Once I get the opportunity, I am also the master who turns into a dragon when the storm comes."

My sister lazily listened to this while Beijing Kanye was talking. She frowned and said, "Is everything okay? It's okay. I'll hang up."

"Don't. Don't. Didn't I just tell you? The opportunity. The opportunity I said is here. Isn't it coming? Listen. Listen. If you don't like it, then hang up." The third son said in a low voice, as if

I am afraid that Sister Lan will hang up the phone. When asking for help | Be a grandson. This is the motto of the third son.

Sister Lan snorted.

Sanzi hurriedly seized the time. "Boss, I have the inside story. My Yitie buddy is a capable person in the ministry..." Sister Lan became even more contemptuous when she heard about the capable person in the ministry. She could also learn from Sanzi's mouth when she was cleaning in the ministry.

Talk about being a capable person. This is my common problem.

“Mr.

"Auntie, are you listening to me? Yes. I know you are busy. Let me make a long story short. Don't agricultural supplies keep rising? My brother said that urea can rise from 0% to 30 by the end of the year.

.Mr.

The sister concentrated on sharpening her beautiful crystal nails with a delicate pruning knife. She said vaguely: "I don't have any money. Go and borrow it from Mr. Li. Don't take advantage of us poor people."

The third son became angry. "That god-sister... I know her. What do you think she said? She gave me 20,000 yuan as hard work and left me alone to play with. She is ignorant. How is it like you?"

Mr. Xia is noble and generous. She is as smart as ice and snow. Will I take care of her in the future? Information is the primary productive force. She doesn’t understand."

Hearing that Mr. Li had hoarded urea, Sister Lan suddenly became energetic. Mr. Li is the god-sister of his third son. She is from Beijing and invested in building a golf course in the Yellow Sea. She is a very shrewd businessman. If Mr. Li realizes

This news is reliable. It can't be wrong.

The third son was still saying: "Mr. Xia, think about it. Even if I want to destroy you, I can't destroy my god-sister as well, right?"

Sister chuckled and said: "Yeah, I understand. I'll think about it. I'll find you again."

"Okay, Mr. Xia, please hurry up..." Sister hung up the phone before Sanzi could finish. Naturally, she had to call Mr. Li for confirmation.

By the time Xiu'e got into the car out of breath while carrying a box of instant noodles, Sister Lan had already called. As expected, Mr. Li had hoarded a batch of urea. Sister Lan was even more enthusiastic. Of course, she would not call again.

It's for the third son. Why should I give him half?'

I looked through the address book and found a number. It was the owner of an agricultural supplies company in Huanghai. Sister Lan looked at the number and suddenly hesitated. The initial excitement gradually disappeared. It sounded very profitable. But

What if you lose money? The Black-faced God said that there is no guarantee of profit in stock trading and futures trading. The same goes for trading in agricultural commodities. I have worked hard over the years to save some money. Don’t worry about it when your head gets hot.

It was watered down.

The more I thought about Sister Lan, the more scared I became. The call was never made.

After sending Xiu'e back to the apartment, my sister drove to the courtyard. She slept in the apartment yesterday. She felt uncomfortable and naturally went to the courtyard to find some sleep tonight. The black-faced god saw that she had bought him cold medicine.

You won’t scold yourself, will you?

I was anxious all the way. But when I waited for Sister to park the car in the parking lot, looking at the bright yellow glazed tiles looming among the green weeping willows from a distance, Sister Lan was only filled with worship and excitement.

I tiptoed into the courtyard. I saw Xi'er feeding fish in the glass house and in the main hall. There seemed to be a few guests in the shadows.

"Hey, who's in there?" Sister Lan breathed a sigh of relief. She entered the glass room with light steps. She picked up a plastic stick and teased the beauty on the cage frame.

“Mr.

|I just don’t know if the Black-faced God heard it. I was scared. He hit me on the plastic head and wanted to kill me! I’m just as bastard as you |

"Asshole, bastard!" He screamed again. Sister Lan's face turned pale with fright. The black-faced god would be angry when he heard the news. Don't even think about your own life. She threw the plastic stick far away.

.Xin said that from now on he would not let the black-faced god see him training and say dirty words. That would have nothing to do with him.

He quickly came to the fish tank without looking at the green hair. He asked Xi'er: "There are many guests at home today. Who are they?"

Xi'er didn't know what to mean. Now she is extremely docile. Xi'er is even more determined to please Sister Lan, the "supervisor" who controls her economic lifeline. She smiled and said: "They are all from the National Development and Reform Commission. It seems that it is because of the recent increase in agricultural inputs."

They are discussing countermeasures soon."

My sister was startled for a moment and quickly asked: "What's the countermeasure?"

"It seems that an emergency notice is being issued to intervene in price increases, asking the provincial development and reform commissions to study and formulate measures. It will also be reported to the provincial people's government for implementation as soon as possible."

Xi'er gave Sister Lan a strange look. "Sister Lan? Are you okay?"

My sister broke out in a cold sweat. Well, luckily I didn't have a fever. Otherwise, my bankbook would have turned into six numbers again.

The music on the phone rang again. It was Sanzi calling. Sister Lan was furious. She walked to the corner of the glass room and answered the phone. Before Sanzi could speak, Sister Lan sneered: "Sanzi, just you

Be destructive. It's not enough to harm your sister. You're here to harm me. I won't tell you. I'll tell your sister. I'll call her right now."

"Don't, don't, Mr. Xia... are you talking about the urea thing?" The third son is very clever.

"It's not possible. The price is going to be lowered after all!" Sister Lan was too lazy to talk to him. "Just hang up. I'll tell Mr. Li to avoid blaming me in the future."

“Mr.

“Mr.

Let’s also ask her to tell her fault. Again, it’s 50-50. Don’t worry, leave it to me. I’ll take a few bundles with her anyway.”

Sister sneered twice and hung up the phone. Then she dialed Mr. Li's number to tell her to let go of the urea quickly. Sister Lan was not that narrow-sighted. She sinned for tens of thousands of yuan for a capable friend, especially

It's the third son who doesn't trust his words. Sister Lan can't believe him.

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The endless grassland, flowers all over the mountains and plains, and scattered tents are like a paradise.

Tang Yi got out of the off-road jeep and breathed in the fresh air. He smiled and said to the cadre next to him: "It looks beautiful."

Standing next to Tang Yi is Zakla, secretary of the Aqing Prefecture Party Committee of Ningbei Autonomous Region. He is a pure Tujia person. He has dark skin, deep eye sockets and slightly yellow eyes. Even his personality is the same as that of the Tujia people. He is generous and hospitable.

There are no traces of official polishing.

Zakla's Chinese characters are correct. "The biggest enemy of nomads is natural disasters. I will do a good job in this pilot project of ours! Let thousands of our Tujia people truly live and work in peace and contentment."

Tang Yi smiled and nodded.

In early August, the Department of Agricultural Economics of the National Development and Reform Commission held a national on-site experience exchange meeting on the construction of nomadic herdsmen settlement projects in Aqing Prefecture, Ningbei Autonomous Region. The Animal Husbandry Department of the Ministry of Agriculture established the Village and Town Construction Department. Ningbei Sichuan, Sichuan, and other seven provinces in the west

Relevant responsible comrades from the District Development and Reform Commission and Aqing Prefecture Government of Ningbei Autonomous Region attended the meeting.

According to statistics, there are more than 400,000 nomadic households in seven provinces and regions including Ningbei and Sichuan. They still follow the traditional nomadic lifestyle of living by water and grass. Production efficiency is low, living conditions are poor, and disaster prevention and reduction capabilities are weak. It is a new pastoral area.

Difficulties in construction. To improve the production and living conditions of homeless people.

High ability to withstand natural disasters and protect the grassland ecological environment. Several ministries and commissions decided to implement a pilot project for nomadic settlement in northern Ningbei. Aqing Prefecture in northern Ningbei is the autonomous prefecture with the highest concentration of nomads. With more than 40,000 nomadic households, it has naturally become a

The top priority in the pilot project.

After the meeting, Tang Yi did not return to Beijing with the brigade. Instead, accompanied by Director Zhao of the North Ningbei Development and Reform Commission, Secretary Aqingzhou Zakla and other cadres, he went to the nomadic gathering area of ​​Aqingzhou for investigation.

This is the edge of the Mobei Prairie. There are scattered herdsmen here. It is difficult for cars to drive deeper into the grassland. Moreover, deep in the grassland, you may encounter any complicated situation. The relevant cadres will not know how to do it.

Agree with Don Venture.

A group of cadres got out of the car and walked along the grass slope towards the herdsmen's tent area.

This is not a tourist spot. The herdsmen obviously rarely interact with outsiders. But when they saw the guests, the herdsmen gathered around enthusiastically and greeted the guests enthusiastically in Tujia dialect that Tang Yi could not understand.

Xiao Wu followed Tang Yi closely, watching these natives with vigilance, especially the several muscular male herdsmen, who were naked to the waist and had bronze muscles full of explosive power. In Xiao Wu's eyes, they were all dangerous.

molecular.

But Xiao Wu was obviously wrong. The herdsmen were very gentle. They crowded everyone into the central tent. An old Tujia man hugged Zacela affectionately. Obviously, the old man belonged to these dozen households.

A patriarch-like leader of the herdsmen.

Zakla introduced Tang Yi's identity. Although it may be difficult for the old man to understand Tang Yi's specific position, the senior official from the capital still received the most solemn welcome from the herdsmen.

Tang Yi also followed Zacha's example and sat down cross-legged on the linoleum. Soon, the table in front of him was filled with fruits. There was a kind of red fruit that Tang Yi had never seen before. Zacha introduced it with a smile, saying it was grassland.

It is a wild fruit, but it tastes delicious. The herdsmen call it "the fruit of Salama", which means the big mother's fruit.

Zakla became the translator for the old man and Tang Yi. When Tang Yi mentioned that the country would allocate huge sums of money to build a fixed settlement for them, a trace of confusion flashed in the old man's eyes. "The sheep have no water and grass, and the birds have no water."

My son has no wings. Is the government going to cut off our Tujia people’s feet?”

Zakla was honest. He translated it word for word. Tang Yi sighed softly. Perhaps people living in bustling cities can hardly imagine that in a civilized modern society, there would be such nomadic tribes.

Herdsmen seem to be living in an outside world. They have their own social norms and ways of survival. They seem to be incompatible with the outside world.