"Director Pang, I have some troubles and need your help."

As soon as Fazheng said it, Pang Pengde immediately patted his chest and said, "As long as I can help you, I will definitely help you."

"Yes, yes." Fazheng said repeatedly, "I'm short of money."

What?

Pang Pengde was startled, this matter?

Short of money? I am even more short of money than he is.

I just asked him to borrow some money during the day.

Pang Pengde looked embarrassed: "Well, Xiaofa, you also know my situation."

"I know, I know." Fazheng sighed: "If I had the slightest idea, I would never ask Director Pang to speak. To be honest with you, the money I lent you before was all for asking questions.

Someone else borrowed it, and now they are asking me for debt."

The expression on Pang Pengde's face didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

"She's staying at my house now and won't leave." Fazheng said with a sad face: "Director Pang, please help me no matter what. You gave me the money in the past two days."

"I, how much money do I owe you in total?" Pang Pengde asked in a whisper.

"I'll remember it all for you." Fazheng took out a small notebook from his pocket: "You can read it yourself."

The more Pang Pengde watched, the more frightened he became, and cold sweat broke out on his head uncontrollably.

Actually, you borrowed so much money?

How can I repay my pitiful monthly salary?

While he was thinking about how to deal with it, Qu Lanqin had already come out with hot food and wine: "Old Pang, I took a fancy to a house this morning."

"Ah, ah." Pang Pengde said absently.

"It's beautiful, a two-story French-style building." Qu Lanqin stayed beside Pang Pengde: "The original owner was in a hurry to sell, and the price was only more than half of the previous price. I thought, let's sell it

After buying it, we can have a nest in the future, right?"

Pang Pengde just woke up from a dream.

Buy a house? Or a two-story French-style house? Where can I get so much money?

"Old Pang, are you listening?" Qu Lanqin was a little unhappy: "Isn't it just a house? You are the supervisor of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, how can I embarrass you with such a small amount of money?"

Small money?

I can’t even pay for Fa Zheng right now.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Qu Lanqin made a serious face: "Pang Pengde, if you don't buy it, don't live here anymore. I can't afford to support a man like you!"

This is how a man like Pang Pengde is, the more you don't give him a good look, the more reluctant he is to leave.

When he heard that Qu Lanqin wanted to drive him away, Pang Pengde panicked: "I'll think of a way, I'll think of a way. Xiaofa, you also saw it, your cousin wants to buy a house, how much money is it?"

about there.

Fazheng said slowly: "Director Pang, do you think you are stupid or not? As long as you nod your head, why don't we send you this money as soon as possible?"

"What do you mean?" Pang Pengde was confused.

"Supervisor of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Anti-Smuggling Department." Fa Zheng smiled: "What kind of power is this? If you want money, it's not just a matter of words?"

Pang Pengde finally understood, and it became a habit. He immediately said righteously: "As a supervisor, I bear the heavy responsibility of the party and the country, how can I do such a thing?"

"Pang Pengde." Qu Lanqin unexpectedly slapped the table: "Who are you pretending to be aloof to show? This is Shanghai. If you have money, you are the uncle. Without money, it is difficult to make a living. My cousin kindly pointed out a way for you to make money. You

What do you mean by pretending?"

"No, don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Pang Pengde panicked a little.

"Director Pang, my cousin is right. Why are you pretending to be noble here in Shanghai?" Fazheng said slowly: "Who of the important officials here doesn't want to make money? Why bother with yourself? Everyone is smuggling.

, no, your Ministry of Finance does not smuggle?"

"What? The Ministry of Finance is also smuggling?" Pang Pengde asked in a daze.

Fazheng was really dumbfounded.

It's not without reason that this guy has been depressed for half his life.

The military commander is smuggling there, the Ministry of Finance is smuggling, and the Ministry of Transportation is smuggling. Is this a secret?

The establishment of an anti-smuggling department belongs to the establishment, and smuggling is smuggling.

He doesn't understand such a simple truth.

Fa Zheng said patiently: "Let me tell you this, if the Ministry of Finance does not smuggle, half of the country will fall with just the tax revenue. How can we sustain it? The government needs to operate, officials need to be paid, and the military commander needs military pay.

There is money everywhere. Just for the Changsha battle, the army rations amounted to 80 million kilograms, which was only enough to last a few days.

In addition to local financing, the Ministry of Finance also needs to allocate funds. What are we fighting for? What we are fighting for is money. Now that there are fewer banks willing to lend money to the government, and the legal currency is depreciating day by day, where will the money come from? Continue to increase taxes?

That really forces the common people to be loyal to the Japanese. We have no choice but to find a way on our own."

Pang Pengde remained silent.

"Do you really take yourself as a supervisor seriously, and do you really want to go all out to arrest smuggling?" Fazheng said coldly: "When you are arresting smuggling, you are arresting the wealth of your immediate boss, you are interfering with the wealth of your colleagues, and you are

Being enemies of so many powerful departments. Can you shoulder this responsibility?"

Pang Pengde opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Fazheng took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I have a friend who was caught by mistake while smuggling and is now being held in Shanghai. As for you, sign it and let him go.

Not only will the previous accounts be written off, but my friend can also lend you a large amount of money without interest, so that you can buy the western-style building that your cousin is interested in."

Qu Lanqin brought all the pens.

Pang Pengde held up the pen, his hand trembling.

Once you sign your name, you will be complicit.

He only thought about this, but he didn't expect that as long as he signed his name, the control would be completely in the hands of others.

To release someone in Shanghai, do you really need Pang Pengde to sign for it?

"Old Pang, what are you still thinking about?" Qu Lanqin had already urged him repeatedly: "Think about it, we will live in a small bungalow soon. You can do whatever you want there, and I will do it when the time comes.

Can I give you a son?"

Pang Pengde was fascinated, gritted his teeth, signed his name, and asked uneasy: "Have our debts been really written off?"

"What do you think?" Fazheng looked at the account book in his hand: "I've given you the book for borrowing money. What are you still worried about? Cousin, go buy that small western-style building tomorrow.

Of course someone will pay."

"Okay, okay." Qu Lanqin smiled happily.

"Cousin-in-law." Fazheng's title also changed: "As for you, you can stay with my cousin with peace of mind from now on. You don't have to worry about those troublesome things. Someone will naturally send you money every month.

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Chapter completed!