Zhao Penghui parked his car at the door of the municipal party committee building, parked together with the city leaders' cars, without any etiquette at all. Lu Xiaobei thought this was a bit unsafe before, but when he thought about his current status, it didn't matter.
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"Brother Bei, it's on the third floor." Zhao Penghui said.
Then the two of them walked into the municipal party committee building. The municipal party committee building is not high, only six floors, but the interior decoration is very gorgeous. In 1998, Guangyang City had not received vigorous development, so these officials were not too old.
There is a lot of money to be made, but this time Lu Xiaobei's arrival has given these officials more opportunities to make money!
There were government workers coming in and out of the building, all of them wearing suits and leather shoes, and some even wearing glasses or holding briefcases, and they had to be polite and courteous.
Lu Xiaobei was wearing a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck sweater on his upper body. This style of sweater was popular in China at that time. In March, it was the time to wear this kind of sweater. Zhao Penghui was wearing a pair of brown corduroy trousers and his upper body was
He was wearing a denim jacket with his mouth open, and he walked with a very splayed figure. Anyone who saw it would feel that this person was somewhat out of tune with the government officials here.
When he arrived at the office of the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, Zhao Penghui knocked on the door twice. At that time, the official position of deputy secretary of the municipal party committee was not as difficult to find now. If you don't treat guests to dinner or take a bath, you will never see the honor of others. In 1998,
At that time, the pockets of these high-ranking officials were not very rich, and they did not have much wealth, so they were not too angry. They only had official positions, and the black money they made every year could not be much more than one hundred and eighty thousand.
If they have more money, they themselves will be afraid.
The door of the office opened and it was the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary.
"Who are you two looking for?" the secretary asked, "Chen Jiaming." Zhao Penghui called the deputy municipal party committee secretary by his name.
"Looking for Secretary Chen? Did you make an appointment before coming?" the secretary asked.
"I'm here to ask for fucking money. Why do I want to make an appointment?" Zhao Penghui didn't understand the rules. After all, this is the municipal party committee.
Lu Xiaobei glared at Zhao Penghui, then pulled Zhao Penghui behind him, and said directly to his secretary: "Let's talk to the secretary of the municipal party committee about the city's solidity. I am a businessman who has returned from overseas, and I want to start a business here."
"Oh, businessmen, there are many businessmen who come to invest in us. Our deputy secretary happens to be focusing on urban construction, but we can't just meet each one of you. Our secretary has a lot of things to do..." The secretary just said this, Lu
Xiaobei took out five hundred yuan, secretly handed it to his secretary, and said, "Our investment project is relatively large."
The five hundred yuan at that time covered the secretary's salary for less than half a month. The secretary put the money away, looked around, and said, "You guys wait here, I'll go in and let you know."
Not long after entering, the secretary opened the door again and said, "Go in, Secretary Chen is waiting for you inside."
Lu Xiaobei and Zhao Penghui walked into the house together. There was another room inside the house. The secretary helped us open the door of the room inside. In front of the huge desk, sitting a man in his fifties, wearing a thick-framed black
Bian's eyes turned to Chen Daming, the deputy secretary of the Guangyang Municipal Party Committee. He has been focusing on urban construction, but in the three years he has been in office, the city has not carried out any major investment projects.
The secretary is a bit unable to get out of office. He doesn't have much black money in his pocket, and his career in the officialdom is getting worse and worse.
A few days ago, because this kid was really depressed, he drove to Qinhe City in the northern part of Province H for entertainment. He found the most luxurious nightclub in the area and asked more than a dozen dancers to accompany him in the room to dance all night long.
That day, a local underworld gang in Qinhe City was cleaning up the scene. Someone among them knew that Chen Jiaming was the deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Guangyang City. They took a photo of him at that time. The photo was placed in their hands and they wanted to follow Chen Jiaming.
Jiaming asked for 300,000 yuan. After half a month, when the money was not available, the photos were mailed to the Guangyang Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. If these guys really mailed the photos of him visiting prostitutes, then Chen Jiaming would not be able to keep his black gauze hat.
In the past, the Municipal Party Committee Secretary and the Mayor were blamed for their corruption and bribery, and they were all blamed on him. He was determined to bear the blame.
Chen Jiaming was worried, thinking about where to get some money. At this time, Lu Xiaobei and the others came in.
Chen Jiaming glanced at Lu Xiaobei and was surprised. He pointed his finger at Lu Xiaobei and said in surprise: "You... you... weren't you the one wanted... that Lu Xiaobei half a year ago... weren't you in Gushan...
...were they shot..."
Lu Xiaobei smiled, then put his green card on Chen Jiaming's desk and said: "This road leads to the north and the other road leads to the north. My current identity is a returned businessman who came to Guangyang City to invest in construction."
Chen Jiaming didn't seem to understand. He took Lu Xiaobei's green card and looked at it casually. Then he gave it to Lu Xiaobei, who knew what was going on behind the scenes. Then he glanced at Zhao Penghui again and said: "Guangyang
The boss of the Municipal Railway North, Zhao Penghui, I’ve heard of you, this is the first time I met you today.”
Zhao Penghui ignored him. Chen Jiaming said: "I heard that the Taiwanese businessman asked you to help him come to me to collect debts. You are here to ask for money, right. I, Chen Jiaming, don't have a penny now, and I still owe Qinhe City
The underworld has more than 300,000 yuan, and I will not be able to keep my reputation as secretary of the municipal party committee. It is useless for you to look for me." Chen Jiaming felt that he was hopeless and that he would not be able to stay in this position for long.
Lu Xiaobei smiled and said: "We are not here to ask you for money, we are here to give you money."
"What? Send money? What do you mean?" Chen Jiaming's eyes suddenly lit up. Zhao Penghui on the side didn't know what kind of medicine Lu Xiaobei was selling in his gourd.
Lu Xiaobei took a look and saw that there was no one else. The doors of the room were all closed tightly. The sound insulation effect should be adequate. Lu Xiaobei whispered: "You are short of money. Tell us, isn't it just 300,000 yuan? I am now
I'll write you a check." Immediately, Lu Xiaobei took out a check from Bank of China, signed his name on it without writing a number, and then respectfully handed it to Chen Jiaming, a check without writing a number.
Just sent it out.
At that time, Chen Jiaming did not dare to accept the check. Looking at the check placed on the table, he knew in his heart that there was no such thing as pie in the sky. If he accepted this check, he would definitely contribute to Lu Xiaobei in the future.
"What do you mean?" Chen Jiaming said.
Lu Xiaobei smiled and said: "Help each other, you need money now, and what I need now is power. I will help you get the money you want, and you must use your power to help me achieve my goals."