"Do you think these people are grateful?" Wen Jing walked to Zhong Xiangyang and asked as she looked at the person beside her writing a lot of notes.

Zhong Xiangyang smiled and whispered: "Relying on others to be grateful and then do things, then this matter has been awkward from the beginning. If that happens, do you have to think about how much I can gain so much gratitude? After thinking about it so hard, don't do it, and you feel that you may lose money."

Wen Jing didn't say anything after hearing Zhong Xiangyang's words, but was quietly observing the young man who was a few years younger than him. She felt that she saw someone's shadow in him, but that person gradually blurred in her memory. A relationship might be heartbroken and unforgettable, but there is no doubt that if that person does not appear in front of him or his mouth often, then the image of this person will gradually blur until he can't remember it again.

"If you want to sell it, sell it. I'll lend you some money. You can buy another car. If a man doesn't have a car, he will have no legs. It's inconvenient for you to go anywhere. How about it?" Wen Jing thought for a while and said.

Zhong Xiangyang looked back at her when he heard this, then grabbed her arm and brought her belt aside, and asked in a low voice: "Manager Wen..."

"Call me, sister Jing, sister Wen, you will be with me." Wen Jing stopped his name and the following words in time before he could speak.

"Okay, Sister Jing, don't tear off my desk, okay? I'm selling a car, let them hear your words, my bitter trick will be useless, don't you? Stop it and go and do your insurance investigation. I'll call you when I'm done here," said Zhong Xiangyang.

"That's not OK. I'm afraid of dogs. Many people here have dogs. I'll wait here. After your business is done, you can accompany me." Wen Jing raised her hand and stroked her short hair and said.

Zhong Xiangyang smashed his mouth and didn't say anything, and went to supervise the person who wrote the notes again.

A woman’s usual action is to stroke her hair. This is a fatal move. Usually, at this time, a man is likely to be targeted by her. So, if you are interesting at this time, then continue to flirt with her. If it is boring, run away quickly.

Zhong Xiangyang didn't understand these things. After he instructed Wen Jing, he continued his lottery tour. A circle of people gathered around to read the notes. This time, not only did the car, but also the farmers who would participate in the investment. In order to show justice, all the notes were written by the farmers under everyone's supervision, and they had to check it again. Then they were placed in two bowls that were locked together. This was the most fair. You could see the balls in the bowl at a glance, and even the black box might be gone.

"Come on, let's have a moment, let me say it again, this money is my money for selling cars, and my own savings. Whoever I invest in is the result of you drawing lots. You have also seen it. Our doors are all drawing lots on site here, and everyone has the chance. Let me say it again, this money is my personal and has nothing to do with government subsidies. Can you understand?" Before drawing lots, Zhong Xiangyang reiterated the significance of this matter again like these people.

"clear".

"Understood".

"I know everything..."

...

"There is another one. After you catch the lot, can you be willing to accept the loss? I will give you money to invest in what I haven't caught. When you go back, you can also clean up and move to the new farm. Also, let me talk about it again. You can take any place in the new farm. Now you can take any place. If you go late, everyone has occupied it. If you have no place, don't come to me to cry. Sorry, I'm only responsible for applying for land procedures for the farmers who have built the farm. Do I understand enough? If I don't understand, raise my hand and let me see... Okay, I understand everything, right? Then, according to the order of the lot I just caught, catch them one by one." Zhong Xiangyang finished speaking, jumped off the table.

Wen Jing stood by and watched Zhong Xiangyang's performance. She really couldn't figure it out. How could a medical graduate student be willing to do these things? How good is it to be a doctor? Sitting in the office to see a disease. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. How tiring is it to deal with these people?

The car was sold successfully and the money would be handed over to the management area tomorrow. With Zhong Xiangyang's own money, the people who had captured the investment quota were happy and cursed those who didn't catch it. But this is what Zhong Xiangyang said just now. This is something that is willing to accept the loss. Your luck is not good, and no one can help you. Moreover, the rules of the game are relatively fair. You are also present when formulating the rules of the game. You can no longer blame others.

All those who participate in formulating the rules of the game think that the rules of the game are beneficial to them when they start formulating the rules of the game, because they are involved in formulating them. But in fact, when you start the game, you will find that you are thinking too much.

Zhong Xiangyang poured water for Wen Jing in his office, but she didn't drink it. The smell really smelled bad. The effect of the smell made people feel that nothing was clean here. If it weren't for Zhong Xiangyang's here, she wouldn't have come for such an insurance investigation. She might have sent an insurance investigator to take a walk.

"How did you think of engaging in politics? It's good in a big city or the worst thing to go to a county hospital. It's clean and hygienic, how good is it? How could you have to come here?" Wen Jing asked when Zhong Xiangyang accompanied Wen Jing to visit the breeder's house.

"The hospital is clean? You can get rid of it. The various bacteria in the hospital are much dirty than here. Besides, I am not interested in being a doctor. I still like to manage people. It is my dream to do management work," said Zhong Xiangyang.

"Then, when did you feel that you want to go into politics?" Wen Jing asked.

Zhong Xiangyang thought about it, but he didn't know when his idea started, but there was one thing that was deeply impressed.

"Well, I remember something very clearly. I think it should have started from that time. When I was a child, my grandfather opened a mill to grind corn flour and wheat kernels for the villagers in all corners of the countryside. The tax office in the village came to collect taxes, but my grandfather didn't want to pay it. In fact, it couldn't make much money to grind noodles, and he didn't have money to pay it. At that time, my uncle went to school and paid all his studies. Those who collect taxes had to unload the motor, and the motor was a mill.
Chapter completed!