Chapter three hundred and sixty-one who sees has a share
If you don't agree to it, it would be a big mistake. Six people in the same county are married to a prostitute. The secretary of the Political and Legal Committee asks you how many packets of Chinese it is and you don't want to.
"What? Do you still want me to pay? Okay, a few bags, do the math, isn't it only two hundred yuan? I'll give it to you." Of course Wang Changran is also acting, and he will dig into his pocket as soon as his face sinks, and he really pretends to be
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He snickered in his heart: "You dare me to be careless? I have been thinking about this special offer for decades. When I was a young officer in the army, I only smoked two cigarettes during the autumn breeze. Now I still have endless aftertaste when I think about it.
"Oh! Forget it, to tell you the truth, this was given by one of Xiaoye's military friends, and I heard it was issued by the higher-ups. I gave you a pack, so I am unlucky. Alas."
Zhao Bing sighed, knowing that he was probably missing another pack. Director Ma didn't dare to say anything at all. He was just a regular student, not a graduate student.
"Hehehe" That's pretty much it. I said it at the beginning, everyone who meets him will have a share." Wang Changran took two packs of cigarettes and looked at Ye Fan again.
"I don't have any more, just one pack." Ye Fan said bravely.
"Take it out. Secretary Wang is not easy to fool. Zhao Bingjian and Ma Tielin said it at the same time. They laughed and said to themselves, "We have already taken it out and you want to hide it. There is no way. If you want to be unlucky, everyone will be unlucky together. We are brothers and sisters."
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"Here!" Ye Fan painfully took out the box of cigarettes.
"You guys chat slowly, I'm leaving." Wang Changran nodded with a smile and left.
"Zhao Xian, I only have one pack left. How about you split one pack and give it to me?" Ma Tielin stared at Zhao Bingjian with his wolf eyes, because Ye Ji had no cigarettes and it was useless to stare at him.
Just now, Ma Tielin didn't know that this was a special offer, so he opened a pack of cigarettes. After a pack of cigarettes was circulated in the private room of the Religious Affairs Bureau, only a few were left. Now he even felt like crying.
He secretly scolded his bow for being so generous and showing off.
"Hmph! I can't bear to smoke these two packs. You still want to fight against the autumn wind, Lao Ma. Anyway, your pack has been opened. How about giving each person two more packs?" Zhao Bingjian was even more ruthless, even Ma Tielin opened it.
I dropped a pack and still want to take advantage of it.
"Humph." Ma Tielin turned away and ignored the person.
"Okay! Let's go have a drink, hahaha." Zhao Bingjian laughed wildly. The most unlucky person was of course Lao Ma. Ye Fan took away 15,000 yuan from the Finance Bureau and took away a dozen old tables. In the end, he only got 10,000.
Special offer.
Ye Fan followed Ma Tielin and saw that he was angry and looked like a black man. Ma Tielin also got these cigarettes to give to the city leaders, but now there is only one pack left. How to give it away. People say it's a good thing
In pairs, at least two packs are required.
At this time, I suddenly felt my arm being lightly bumped. Ma Tielin was very angry, and whoever messed with him at this time would definitely be unlucky. When he opened his mouth to curse, he realized that it was Ye Fan who was touching him secretly.
Ye Fan winked, secretly took out two packages from the compartment of his leather bag and handed them over.
"Thank you!" Ma Tielin immediately smiled and did not dare to say anything. He was afraid of being discovered by Zhao Bingjian in front. He secretly made a gesture of thanks and stuffed two packs of cigarettes into his pants pockets at lightning speed.
inside.
"Hmph! Bring a bag over here. Isn't it good to eat alone?" Zhao Bingjian's snort suddenly came from the front. He turned around and turned into a smiling Maitreya. In fact, the corner of his eyes had been watching Ye Fan's movements and stretched out his hand.
The big hand looked like a wolf's claw. Ma Tielin really wanted to chop it with a knife to relieve his anger.
"Brother Zhao, that's it." Ma Tielin hesitated but didn't want to move.
"Forget it, I have another pack, give it to Brother Zhao. Ye Fan conjured up another pack like a magic trick.
"Good boy, how many are there? It can't be a treasure chest!" Zhao Bingjian couldn't help but grab the bag after taking the cigarette.
"No, it's the last package." Ye Fan quickly started, stuffed the last package in the bag into his trouser pocket, and handed over an empty leather bag. "Don't look at it, it seems that the bottom is really bottoming out." Zhao Bingjian smiled with a smile.
Let him go.
After returning from a trip to Tongzhuang, Ye Fan was already drunk. However, he tried hard to support his body, but he was a little unable to do it. After all, he drank two and a half bottles of Baigan.
Even though Nei Jin's breath, which has seven levels of martial arts skills, is trying its best to release its alcohol-relieving power, Nei Jin is not a magical skill after all.
It's not like the scene in the TV series "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" where the wine comes out from under the feet under the force of the housekeeper.
That's just a fiction on TV, it can't be that magical.
As for the real internal energy of Guoshu, it can only be said to relieve the alcohol intensity of about 20% of the total amount of alcohol consumed. Of course, the higher the skill, the stronger the internal energy, and the more alcohol energy will be released.
With Ye Fan's skill, it was equivalent to releasing half a bottle of wine to him, but there were still about two bottles in his belly, and he could only wait for it to disappear naturally. Even a tough person couldn't bear it.
"Same, comrades!" Ye Fanwang said, "Plop." There was a sound, but his buttocks could not sit firmly, and he slipped from the corner of the chair and almost fell to the floor. Ding Xiangmei, the deputy director of the office next to him, immediately leaned over.
Supported him.
However, Ye Fan vaguely felt that his arms were a little soft, and when he looked carefully, he realized that his elbows were pressed against Lilac Girl's two 3-inch vaginas.
Poison was accidentally trapped in the cloth on his back, so he did not dare to let go of his hand because he was afraid that Ye Ji would cry out because of his strong sincerity just now.
He hugged Ye Fan's elbows tightly to his chest. I don't know if it was intentional. But it probably wasn't, because there were still several people at the scene, and the impact was too bad.
The guy's heart was trembling, and he said to himself: "I said why is it going soft? It turns out it's these two meat balls that are causing trouble, huh! It's a pity that this place is not good, otherwise it would be good to shrink back and forth."
But no one paid much attention to it. Because Director Ye was drunk, everyone understood that he was trying to win the money for the game.
Especially those of us who have some invoices that have not yet been reimbursed, and we hope that Director Ye can get tens of thousands more to make everyone's life easier.
In recent years, everyone has become so scared of poverty that they are so poor that they dare not even go on business trips. They are so poor that they dare not spend the New Year because during the Chinese New Year, all the staff of other bureaus who work in the county government are generously lavished with red envelopes.
Get it home.
As for the situation, everyone is dejected and has to go back with some dry wages. Last year, even the salary was deducted by 100 yuan during the Chinese New Year. Now that the old director has retired, he probably won’t have to pay it back. Now I heard that old director Lei is lying in bed.
In the hospital, who dares to ask for the one hundred yuan? Isn’t this forcing people to die? And Director Ye is newly appointed, and if they don’t admit a word, everyone can only pay for themselves, what else can they do?
"Oh! Sorry, I'm a little drunk. Director Ding, please complete the procedures this afternoon and immediately transfer the money promised by Director Ma of the Finance Bureau to our bureau's account.
The Health Bureau, Forestry Bureau, and Zhang Bureau organized everyone to get a truck and move the tables after dinner. This should be done early, otherwise other towns and villages might grab it first and we would be left with a few broken tables, which would be a big disadvantage.
Isn't it?
The table was moved back and organized by the security bureau, and everyone worked together to figure out the event for going to Nantian Temple. We must write a clear and detailed plan and treat it as a "big event".
I'll go to County Magistrate Wei in the afternoon and get some funds for the activity. Otherwise, how can we carry out this activity?
I'm drunk, and I'm the first to talk bad things. If anyone gives up and messes up this matter, we, the Religious Affairs Bureau, can't tolerate you, go there. If you do it well, I will get a reward, and I will keep my word.
.hehe
Ye Fan pulled the words out in a drunken state.
"Director Ye, it is not difficult to come up with this plan. How much does it cost?" Wei Baoguo asked.
"You can prepare a few more sets of this and apply them flexibly. If you can get more money, make a big plan. If you have less money, make a small plan. Just prepare three sets of plans, one for each large, medium and small." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Ye Bureau, you said that you will be rewarded for doing well in this event, but you have to count, otherwise the wine will be too drunk." Ning Yumei, the chief of the Publicity Department, asked in a hot voice. She was a little worried that Ye Fan was too drunk.
He talks in his sleep, and then refuses to admit it when he wakes up after drinking wine.
Because Director Lei in the past often carried out activities that were all about thunder and no rain, he said several times that he would provide some welfare or the like, but in the end it all came to nothing. Throughout the year, he did not see a penny of welfare, holiday subsidies or anything like that.
When she asked this question, everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Fan, because Director Ye just won 5,000 yuan from Director Ma of the Finance Bureau. As long as the Director was willing to ask, he would still be given a small red envelope at the end of the year.
If you buy some apple hangings for the New Year, you won't be scolded by your wife and children. It's also embarrassing to go home empty-handed every year, because your wife and children will often compare your own with other businesses.
"What? You don't believe what I said, and you think I'm talking in my sleep when I'm drunk? Okay, do a good job. A red envelope before the end of the year is no problem, but if you don't do it well, no one will even think about it, and you'll still have to take the blame.
Let's break up. The horse bureau said the money for this table was credited to his account today, and we had another meal in vain. Health bureau, please organize people to move the table immediately, thank you for your hard work. I'll go back to the hotel to rest for a while, and I'll hold on.
Ye Fan couldn't help but couldn't even speak clearly. He was just talking around, and said to Ding Xiangmei: "Director Ding, please wait a moment, I will tell you about going to the Finance Bureau to transfer money."
"Okay! Director Ye, you have a good rest first. You have been drunk because of our bureau today. I will take everyone to move, and I will strike first, haha
Deputy Director Wei Baoguo looked like a child at the moment, very happy. In fact, he was very sad in his heart. He used to be a powerful deputy director in the Bureau of Land and Resources. Now he has to smile when he moves other people's unused goods. He is afraid that others will not give him a smile.
These are not worldly affairs, they are all in the same situation, but they are really so different.
After everyone left, Ye Fan told Ding Xiangmei some things. He then said mysteriously: "Director Ding, what you will receive is fifteen thousand yuan. So you have to pay so many accounts."
"Ah! Isn't it five thousand?" Lilac girl's seductive eyes shot out a surprise shuttle, which made Ye Fan want to scratch his heart. He sighed secretly: "It is indeed enchanting, a fairy. Damn it!"
I don’t know if I, Tang Monk, can keep my virginity.”
"Yeah! That's right! Don't tell everyone for now. Otherwise, you'll just stare at the few dollars." Ye Fan laughed and staggered downstairs.