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Li Yuanlang smiled in his heart and cooperated with Wang Zhongqiu in acting without saying a word.

Half an hour later, Wang Zhongqiu knocked in and scratched his head embarrassedly when he saw Li Yuanlang, "I'm sorry, County Magistrate, I was..."

Li Yuanlang waved his hand, "I know, you are a trick to force your father-in-law to hand over high-end tobacco and alcohol, I understand."

"The county magistrate is wise, you guessed it completely correctly. Without this trick, my old father-in-law who was jealous of money would not be willing to return it. Alas, there is no way, so he had to come up with this bad plan."

Li Yuanlang thought about it and explained a few words to Wang Zhongqiu like this. After hearing this, Wang Zhongqiu nodded and agreed and went to do it.

In the afternoon, Li Yuanlang of the Finance Bureau called Zhou Xianrang of the Water Affairs Bureau and Wang Quan of the Water Affairs Bureau to his office, took out two pieces of paper in person and handed them to the two of them, saying, "This is an invoice for donations to the Red Cross. One is 30,000 yuan and the other is 23,500 yuan. You can collect it."

Zhou Xianrang and Wang Quan looked at each other, showing a puzzled expression.

Li Yuanlang said: "This 30,000 yuan is your bank card for Mid-Autumn Festival. More than 20,000 yuan is the valuation of Chinese cigarettes and Maotai liquor. I donated it to the Red Cross in the name of you two. You can collect the invoices."

Wang Quan immediately said: "County Magistrate Li, you misunderstood. It has nothing to do with me. I didn't give it to you."

Zhou Xianrang also agreed, "So too. Giving gifts requires punishment, and I won't take the risk of doing stupid things."

"Oh." Li Yuanlang pretended to be enlightened and said, "Since it was not yours, I was wrong. I thought you were caring and wanted to donate these to the Red Cross through the Mid-Autumn Festival to do charity. I thought you were so loving and I would consider your demands. Now it seems that it is a misunderstanding."

Immediately, he rushed to Wang Zhongqiu who was standing aside and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival, please send them on my behalf." Then, Li Yuanlang picked up the tea cup and drank water, making a hint of serving tea and seeing off guests.

Wang Quan reacted quickly and slapped his head and changed his words: "It's really damn. County Magistrate Li is sorry. I forgot it. I did give this money to Secretary Wang. I want to donate it to the Red Cross through him to do something for the poor people in need, and do my best."

After Wang Quan finished speaking, he grabbed the donation invoice worth more than 20,000 yuan, and put it in his pocket without even looking at it.

Zhou Xian made his head turn around, almost the same statement, and put the invoice of 30,000 in his pocket.

After Wang Zhongqiu sent the two away, Wang Zhongqiu returned to ask Li Yuanlang, "County Magistrate, why did you guess that it must be given to them?"

"Only three people are possible." Li Yuanlang lit his fingers, "Wan Lian and them."

"Wan Lian's initiative is in the hands of Secretary Lei, and he will not express it to you."

Wang Zhongqiu nodded slightly and asked again: "I see when you gave them the invoice, Zhou Xianrang was given 30,000 yuan, and that one was more than 20,000 yuan. You really guessed it. You are so smart."

"It's not a guess, it's a judgment." Li Yuanlang said with a chuckle: "Wang Quan has something to ask for you, but after all, your father-in-law is still under his command. Giving some high-end cigarettes and alcohol without losing his identity can also demonstrate your importance to you. Zhou Xianrang is not familiar with you, so he might as well give money directly and use the money to impress you to do his business for him."

Wang Zhongqiu was really convinced of Li Yuanlang's analysis and judgment ability, but he didn't understand. Will Li Yuanlang really agree to these two as deputy directors as he said?

Li Yuanlang sighed: "Forget it, it's the two of them. I'm not familiar with people when I first arrived, so Secretary Lei urged them tightly. I pushed them up for the time being to see the results before making plans."

The two were talking when suddenly Li Yuanlang's cell phone rang. Hu Zhaojun wanted to see him and said there was something important to report.

Not long after, Hu Zhaojun rushed over.

Wang Zhongqiu first filled Li Yuanlang's tea cup with water, poured Hu Zhaojun a cup of tea, and closed the door and left with tactfulness.

"Zhao Jun, why are you so anxious?" Li Yuanlang asked.

"I went to Chen Zheng to dig the battlefield and found a few things, and found some doubts."

"Is that true?" Li Yuanlang looked forward and asked curiously: "Speak up, what are the doubts?"

Hu Zhaojun took out two things from his briefcase and opened them one by one in front of Li Yuanlang.

He pointed to it and introduced: "This is Chen Zheng's handwriting diary. I didn't expect that he still had the habit of keeping diaries. I found a person's name inside. His name was Chu Yinghan, who was the financial director of Weishun Room Company. He revealed to Chen Zheng that Yan Wei had money and deliberately refused to give it to him, and even revealed that this was the vice president's idea."

"In addition." Hu Zhaojun pointed to another point, "There is also this account book, which records several major customers on the battlefield. I think one of them is strange, look here."

Hu Zhaojun opened the account book, pointed to a line of fonts, and finally clicked on the customer's name so that Li Yuanlang could notice it.
Chapter completed!