I heard that houses are going to be commercialized, and there are already a lot of news, which is generally very likely.

You must hoard more sets before the policy is introduced. It is best to live in one set a day, not the same for a year.

Each set is equipped with a young female nanny. I heard that this is how it is played abroad. If the owner is not there, he can clean the house. When he is there, he can cop1ay to his heart's content. It is simply a paradise on earth!

No, the prospect is too beautiful, I can't imagine it, if I continue thinking about it, I will have a nosebleed.

You still have to be low-key and not too ostentatious, otherwise you will be missed by others.

No, you can't throw your bike away!

＊***

Zhang Jianjun was a little disgusted by the ashes here in Wen Tianming.

But everyone knows that their deputy director is indeed quite noble and never misses the businessman.

He lamented in his heart, would such a good plan die so prematurely?

No, I still have to fight for it!

The deputy director disagrees, will the director disagree?

If the director really disagrees, then there is the director and the secretary!

There is no way to report the report at a higher level. Who told Wen Tianming to disagree? But in this case, he would inevitably offend Wen Tianming. It seems that he had to find a backer for himself, otherwise Wen Tianming would not know whether he would make things difficult for him.

Although Wen Tianming looks noble on the surface, noble people often think that they represent justice and have endless combat power when fighting. Why? Justice is too cheap.

It is said that there was a great famine during the Qianlong period. Heshen went to provide disaster relief. When he saw the pot of porridge, Heshen sprinkled a handful of sand into the pot. The officials around him did not understand and asked Heshen. Heshen said in a word: "Will the real victims care about these sands!"

Of course, if we had to let our iron-toothed and bronze-toothed Ji Xiaolan do this, Ji Xiaolan would never mix sand into the rice soup. Although Ji Xiaolan was full of righteousness, it would probably be difficult to understand the way of disaster relief. After that, he would only ask Qianlong for it.

But the most practical thing is that mixing sand can prevent many people who are not victims from fighting the autumn wind. The real victims will not care about these sands in order to survive. After all, it is much better than eating tree bark and Guanyin soil. Those who are not really affected by the disaster will not mix sand with rice soup, so that more people can be saved.

Although this is mainly due to the deformed measures caused by the emptiness of the national treasury, if Heshen did not have Heshen, could the disaster relief be successful? The victims received white rice and had enough food. Once the supply was not enough, they would rebel. The same is true for the story of Qiu Sheng Mien.

Therefore, sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing to be too arrogant to be paranoid.

Thinking of making up your mind, Zhang Jianjun knocked on the door of the director's office.

Director Wang Shancheng, named Yuru Shancheng, is very enthusiastic and has a heavy responsibility. He has reached the level of director, which is worthy of Yuru Shancheng.

Isn’t this Wang and Yu a little less? But is this a matter? Wang Shancheng’s father only studied for a few years. When Wang Shancheng was born, he basically forgot about it. In other words, his Chinese language was taught by the physical education teacher.

Therefore, Wang Shancheng's father remembered Yu as the king. He firmly remembered that there was an idiom called Wang Rushancheng, so he just gave his son Wang Shancheng's name and showed off his elegance everywhere.

Wang Shancheng was full of resentment about his father's artistic level of naming. If his father had not been taught by his physical education teacher, he would probably not have been in charge of the sports industry.

Of course, the above is said to be folk rumors and the official cannot find out.

"A rare guest, Director Zhang!" Director Wang made a cup of tea with a warm look on his face and warmly welcomed Zhang Jianjun.

"My fault has never been a chance to listen to your teachings from the Director. I will come to ask you more in the future." Zhang Jianjun spoke up with a letter of surrender.

"It's easy to say, welcome to come often!" Wang Shancheng naturally understood this. He had said this to others and heard others say it to him. He was very familiar with it. He welcomed the director's resignation. The director was the backbone in their bureau.

"It must be!" Zhang Jianjun was ecstatic when he heard Wang Shancheng's answer and quickly promised.

"Come on, have tea!" Wang Shancheng raised his hand and signaled.

Zhang Jianjun was polite, took out his plan, and started to get to the point: "Wang Si, I'm here today to show you this."

"Okay, let's take a look!" Wang Shancheng had known for a long time that the other party must have entered the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble, so he was not surprised.

After reading it, Wang Shancheng closed the book and asked: "Who else has read this plan?"

It is difficult for Zhang Jianjun to hide it. Sooner or later, he will know this kind of thing. Therefore, he honestly told Wang Shancheng that Wen Tianming had also seen it, but the other party disagreed. He felt it was a pity, so he came to see it for Wang Shancheng.

Wang Shancheng also understood that Zhang Jianjun might have been disappointed with Wen Tianming, otherwise he would not have been so persistent.

However, he himself appreciates this plan and can help Wen Tianming, why not do it?

"Okay, I will report this to the director." Director Wang pressed down on the topic and agreed neatly.

＊***

Speaking of which, Ge Jun woke up drunk and found that he was not at home, with only a pair of shorts left under his body, which scared him.

"Are you awake?" Mei'er walked in and asked when she heard the movement.

"Why am I here with you?" Ge Jun looked panicked.

"You are drunk, I don't know where you are, so I helped you back and I'm so depressed!" Mei'er shyly rubbed her shoulders and leaned towards the head of the bed beside Ge Jun.

"Don't, don't come here!" Ge Jun wanted to stop Mei'er.

"Brother Ge, I..." Mei'er wanted to speak but stopped.

“I have someone I like!”

"I know!"

"Just know!"

"But I can't help it!"

Mei'er looked charming and continued to lean over, sat on the bed, and began to take off her pajamas and top.

"Mei'er, you..."

"Brother Ge, I don't ask for fame, I just hope you can take care of me at work in the future." Mei'er said helplessly.

"Uh...Okay!" Ge Jun finally didn't pass this level, and he kept doing the dream of the blessing of Qi people.

I saw the bed waves flying, one wave higher than the other.

"Bang bang bang..." A hurried knock came from outside the door. The two of them were immediately astonished as the cicadas, and the little Ge Jun immediately retreated.

"Bang!" The door was knocked down with a loud bang.

"Ge Jun, die for me!" A pissed voice came, and there were two burly men standing behind the sound. It was obvious that they had practiced, but they had a bit of momentum!
Chapter completed!