Five hundred and twentieth eight chapters failed investment
Pang Zhongze, director of the Yijing Sub-district Office, has been having a really hard time lately. He doesn't even dare to go to work, so he can only stay at home all day long. But while staying at home, his wife is having trouble with him and he has no choice.
I also got over 100,000 yuan from home and lent it to Yang Bin. The woman was short-sighted and saw that there was no hope of receiving the money, so of course she had to nag day and night.
Today before going to work, my wife started nagging again, saying that she had no money to buy new year's goods. Pang Zhongze got angry and slapped his wife twice, "Damn it, when I got the money back, you didn't think you were too much."
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After receiving these two slaps, his wife immediately exploded, threw herself into his arms and started tearing her apart, "You beat me, you beat me to death. When you lied to me to marry you, you didn't mean to let me
Are you going to be the wife of the director? Now you know how to hit people, why am I so miserable... ugh
When Zhang Mei was young, she was known as the beauty of the Foreign Languages Department of Phoenix College. In fact, it was not an exaggeration to call her the current school beauty. Later, she was married to her husband, who was seven years older than herself, on the condition that she was assigned to the city's foreign trade by Pang Zhongze.
They have been married for seven or eight years and have a six-year-old child.
Although Xihua is over thirty years old, she still maintains a good figure and appearance. She looks like she is in her mid-twenties or seventies.
Originally, the difference between the two was not very obvious, but now when the couple goes shopping, some people may even think that they are father and daughter. This shows that people in officialdom do age quickly.
Pang Zhongze was already in enough trouble, but when he heard his wife's quarrels, his mood became even worse. He punched and kicked her a few times, "Fuck you, you know nothing. If only we had this little money,
.I don’t care anymore!”
"But our foreign trade is half dead, and our family is all counting on this little money," Zhang Mei didn't dare to make a fuss, but her heart became increasingly unbalanced.
When she was assigned to foreign trade, there was still an iron rice bowl, and the treatment and benefits were among the best in the city. It was not much worse than the Phoenix Investment Promotion Office now. At least they were at the level of banks, telecommunications and electric power bureaus.
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But now with the development of market economy, institutions such as municipal foreign trade created under the planned economy are increasingly unable to meet the needs of the times. Not to mention private enterprises and foreign enterprises, even state-owned enterprises have established their own import and export channels one after another.
No one takes foreign trade seriously anymore.
Under this situation, the city's foreign traders have changed their minds. Those with strong business capabilities and those with extensive contacts abroad have gone to Haiti to set up their own import and export trading companies. Some leaders who are in office are not convenient to go to Haiti. They also use various pretexts.
, or take a shareholding or get a few shadow figures to form a company, and manipulate it behind the scenes, using public information channels to make private profits.
Therefore, the city's foreign trade is basically stagnant at the moment. Zhang Mei's salary has not been paid for three months, so it is not without reason that she is so worried about the money.
"You know nothing. If you don't want to give up your children, you can't trap the wolf," Pang Zhongze angrily scolded his wife, "Do you know what political investment is? Why am I busy all day long? In a woman's family, her hair is long but her knowledge is short.
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"I've found hair on your shirt that's longer than mine several times," Zhang Mei sneered. "But your knowledge doesn't necessarily mean it's much longer than mine, right?"
Hearing this, Pang Zhongze felt trouble again. Involuntarily, he stepped forward and punched and kicked him shamelessly, "Fuck me, I'm much more upset than you are. I've made me angry. I'll give you to you."
Duan Weimin goes to sleep, I don’t believe that I can’t pass this test.”
Of course he just said it casually. Director Pang really had no way to get along with the Duan brothers, but from this sentence, we can also feel that the rumors are widely circulated. "Duan is lustful" and Duan Weimin really adds "color" to his brother
Quite a few.
"Rogue, are you still a man?" Zhang Mei spat at him, turned around and went into the house to look in the mirror. Half a day later, sobs came from the bedroom. "Ugh... How can I go to work like this?
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So, at eleven o'clock, Pang Zhongze and his wife were nestled at home...
There was silence in the room, Pang Zhongze was smoking one cigarette after another, and there was tea in the cup at hand."
"Insufficient police force? I am the director of the sub-district office," Pang Zhongze immediately wanted to have a fit, but at this moment, the door was knocked again, and the sound of "boom-boom" could not be heard, which was louder than before.
"Tsk, let me call the Yijing Police Station," Pang Zhongze muttered softly and picked up the phone. In fact, he knew in his heart that he was a stinker on the street in Yijing. It was hard to say whether anyone from the police station would come, but at the moment
In this situation, it would be impossible for him not to try.
Unexpectedly, several directors and deputy directors of Yijing Police Station were notified by Gu Xin to attend a meeting at short notice. Their mobile phones were turned off one by one. For a moment, Director Pang felt that today's problem seemed to be big. The couple sat in the room
He didn't dare to utter a word. In the end, Pang Zhongze remembered that he had had several friendships with the deputy director of the branch, Shi Zhiyuan, and had to bite the bullet and make a phone call to the deputy director of the division.
