Standing at the window and looking down, the lights are dim. The occupancy rate of this community is not very high and there are not many people. It is said that in such a good location in the city center, the occupancy rate is less than 50%. It is indeed a strange thing. .
There are a total of five buildings in this community. The two high-rise buildings only have 22 floors. The remaining three buildings are all 18 floors. They are basically welfare houses of the Provincial Communist Youth League. They are not bad compared to the previous housing allocations, but Now it's called a fund-raising housing. It has a quota and a group of employees can't get it. But Liu Changkui, as the leader, asked for ten units by himself. Not only did he ask for these two units for Ye Shaofeng and Chang Yafang, but he also asked for them for several of his friends. Several indicators.
Many high-level cadres of the Provincial Communist Youth League have their own residences, and each one is more luxurious than the last. However, if there is such a fund-raising house here, and there is a quota for them, they will definitely want it. If the house comes down, they will not live in it, and it will just be empty, or it will be empty. It is directly resold and rented. This kind of financing house is not allowed to be traded. Therefore, if you want to make money with this house, you can only rent it out.
This is the officialdom of the central government today. Those with high positions are starved to death, while those with low status are starved to death. Many small civil servants who are rushing to career, with a salary of one or two thousand a month, work in the most difficult and tiring house, and pay insurance premiums of Those at the lowest level had a hard time waiting for a fund-raising house, and they didn't even have a quota for themselves. They either gave gifts, or put their money into their belts and took out loans to buy commercial housing outside. And those officials who didn't need a house casually As soon as I extended my hand, someone offered me a dozen places. They would rather keep the house empty than make it their own.
Liu Changkui is such a person. Although this boy is not bad to Ye Shaofeng, Ye Shaofeng knows in his heart that this boy is definitely not a good person. He is completely obedient and affectionate to his superiors and capable people who may be useful. He is like a brother, as close as a father and son, but he will never be merciful to his subordinates or his enemies.
People like him are good at making connections and know what attitude to use towards what kind of people. In addition, his father is the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, so his official career has always been smooth sailing. Ye Shaofeng does not hate it. Liu Changkui, but I definitely don’t like it.
However, Ye Shaofeng did owe Liu Changkui a favor for acquiring this house, and he would have to repay it in the future. As for how to repay this big favor, Ye Shaofeng was still thinking about it.
The moonlight shines through the window, pale and pale. The night sky tonight is clear and vast. Ye Shaofeng is standing on the bed, wearing a pair of underwear.
On the bed, Chang Yafang had already fallen asleep. The rain she had just exchanged with Ye Shaofeng had already exhausted the woman. There was a special smell in the room, which seemed to be the smell of sheep's farts.
Ye Shaofeng helped Chang Yafang buy a house. Chang Yafang promised to give her body to Ye Shaofeng again today. Moreover, the entanglement this night was even crazier.
She was already fascinated, but she kept teasing Ye Shaofeng for the second time. Ye Shaofeng just followed the trend. Since he had done everything, he would sit down until the end. No one is a saint, and Ye Shaofeng is not a saint. He should be a rogue. When it's time to be a gentleman, you can be a rogue. When it's time to be a gentleman, you can also be a rogue.
The two bed battles between Ye Shaofeng and Chang Yafang made Ye Shaofeng a little exhausted. Chang Yafang was very crazy tonight, so crazy that Ye Shaofeng even felt that he was sleeping with a female lion. Chang Yafang kept roaring, every time He was very confident every time. This kind of exercise was better than five kilometers of running with weights. The hearty exercise made him physically and mentally exhausted.
The battle is over, it has been over long ago. Even Ye Shaofeng has woken up from his sleep. It is now three o'clock in the morning, and the moon is still pale outside. Standing in front of the window, Ye Shaofeng is thinking quietly, thinking about his current situation. Position, thinking about my current identity.
Who is Ye Shaofeng? Is he an official or a prostitute? Is he an agent of the Dragon Group or a descendant of the prominent Ye family? Is he a gentleman or a playboy with countless love affairs?
Different people gave Ye Shaofeng different definitions when they looked at him. Some called him sentimental, some called him arrogant, some called him irrational, and some called him unworthy of being a police officer.
However, there are also people praising him. Some say he is loyal, some say he is affectionate, some say he is brave and fearless, some say he is calm and sophisticated, and some say he is upright.
When people live in this world, they always follow their own path. No matter what others say, Ye Shaofeng still has to stick to his own principles and go on. The path of life is like a novel.
When a book is written, some people say it is good, some people say it is stupid, and some people clamor at the author to tell him how he should and should not write it, but the author is the author, and he has the right to Plan and structure your own novel. Those who have eaten enough to support themselves should not feel hurt when they stand and talk. Those who point at their noses while sitting and complain or curse at them are talking nonsense. The novel is good or bad, not You alone have the final say. Authors write books based on public taste.
The same is true in life. Which path do I want to take? How do I want to go? When do I act like a good person and when do I act like a bad person? When do I act like a gentleman and when do I act like a gangster? When do I take off my pants and fuck a woman? When do I act like a well-dressed person? Police, that is my own business. I have my own way. There is no need for others to tell me what to do, and there is no need to look at other people's faces.
It’s the same for everyone, stick to yourself, keep your feet on the ground, and don’t worry about other people’s bullshit. Isn’t that what the saying goes? Go your own way and let others bullshit you.
Ye Shaofeng faced the night and suddenly smiled, smiling a little helplessly, because he saw clearly this dirty society, and if he wanted to survive in this society, he had to be a bad person. This was an era where the poor were laughed at but not the prostitutes. At this time, he just went with the flow. , In an era when the world is in decline, no good person will be rewarded with good things, but no bad person will be rewarded with good things.
In fact, living is a tragedy. In the end, all grudges will be lost in death, and everything will be in vain.
I remember that when Ye Shaofeng had just returned to Daoluyang City from the Dragon Group, he met Yao Xueqi and chatted with her. Yao Xueqi said: "Shaofeng, you have matured."
Ye Shaofeng smiled sadly at that time and said: "Being mature is not a good thing. It means that I have seen this society clearly and know how to act and how to adapt to the darkness of this society."
Lao Wei has also matured. Maturity is a sad thing, and living is a deplorable thing...