"The person who is the secretary of the municipal party committee actually likes to take advantage." A young man with a pockmarked face and a scornful expression said disdainfully: "If it were me, I would give the boss noodles money no matter what, and I would even give him one more."
"Fart, Secretary Qingyun will take advantage of the breakfast restaurant." The young girl who recognized Chen Qingyun for the first time suddenly swore: "What do you know? This is Secretary Qingyun's love for the boss."
"That's right, it's such a blessing to have Secretary Qingyun appreciate his gratitude. If Secretary Qingyun can eat a meal I cooked, it will be enough for me to remember in my lifetime." Someone gave the young girl support.
"If you don't give money, you are taking advantage. Don't use gratitude as an excuse." Mazi thought that he was on the right track and could appoint a deputy secretary of the provincial party committee. His proud look made the pockmarks on his face shine.
Chen Qingyun had returned to the square table, but everyone around the big golden stove was staring at Mazi with angry eyes.
"Son, please keep your word. Secretary Qingyun can have breakfast with us. It's an honor for everyone. You can't be blinded."
The young girl was so angry that she almost burst into tears: "Secretary Qingyun is as rich as anyone in the country. His money can buy the entire city of Chengdu. Do you need to take advantage of this breakfast? It's really sad that you have no knowledge."
"Who are you? You're pathetic. You're obviously taking advantage. Don't you see?" Mazi yelled loudly, intending for Chen Qingyun to hear.
"Ziwei Fund has built hundreds of hope schools in China, and Secretary Qingyun deserves to take advantage of it." The young girl refused to give in.
"That's the matter of Ziwei Fund. Ziwei Fund didn't eat breakfast and didn't give money." Mazi yelled at the young girl: "Don't get involved in unrelated matters."
"The Ziwei Fund was established by Secretary Qingyun's wife, and their money was donated by Liquan, Tai'an, Ziwei Group and Ziwei Research Institute. The three major groups and Ziwei Research Institute are all Secretary Qingyun's own companies.
Do you, Secretary Qingyun, need to take advantage?"
"How do you know this? Who would believe you?"
The young man who asked Chen Qingyun just now, with a parting that was incompatible with this era, stood up: "Our school has established a research association for Secretary Qingyun, and has conducted a detailed study on Secretary Qingyun's experience. Is there anything you don't know?"
.As for you, ⌒◇⌒◇⌒◇⌒◇, m.▲.c＄om actually slandered Secretary Qingyun to see if everyone would agree or not."
"You are you and she is her. Just because you know it doesn't mean she also knows it." Mazi pointed at the young girl and spoke forcefully.
They split up and sneered: "We are both from Southwest Polytechnic University, and she is also a member of the Qingyun Research Society. Do you or she know that?"
"Yes, this guy cannot be allowed to slander Secretary Qingyun."
"This guy is talking nonsense, hit him."
Everyone stared angrily, and some even rolled up their sleeves. Seeing that he had offended the public, Mazi did not dare to eat breakfast, so he immediately got out of the crowd and disappeared instantly.
For Chen Qingyun, this controversy was just a wave in life. Except for being moved, she basically didn't take it to heart. However, Faye Wong did not let Chen Qingyun go intentionally.
"Good guy, you have a good mass base. Southwest University of Technology has actually established the Qingyun Research Association. I wonder what secrets they can research."
Chen Qingyun knew that the meaning of Faye Wong's words was not the achievements made by Chen Qingyun, but the things between him, Yu Ya and Bai Xue.
"Don't treat me like a saint, that would be very tiring." Chen Qingyun answered lightly.
"Saint, I'm afraid you can't even compare to the toes of a saint." Faye Wong continued to tease.
Chen Qingyun argued: "That's not necessarily true. Can a saint have a mobile phone?"
"Seriously, you didn't insist on giving the boss money for noodles, is that appropriate?" The development direction of Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong has been determined to be cultivation, but after all, they are living in the world of mortals and have to abide by secular rules.
"Why are big people reluctant to get close to the people? It's because they are afraid of encountering similar encounters." Chen Qingyun solemnly said: "No matter whether I give noodle money to the breakfast shop owner or not, if I deliberately find fault with someone, there will be laws."
"What method?" Faye Wong will never be as good as Chen Qingyun in this regard.
"If you give me money, you can be pretentious, condescending, inconsiderate of people's sentiments, and have a big gap with the people. You can cover my head for all these things."
"If you don't give it, you will take advantage. I will disgust you because of your conduct." Faye Wong suddenly said: "So you just give the boss some face. This will make you feel uncomfortable, but the breakfast shop owner will be happy."
"The one who knows me is Fei." The two looked at each other and smiled happily at the same time.
The two bickered while eating. More and more people came to the breakfast restaurant to dine. No one wanted to leave first, but no one came close to disturb Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong, and no one spoke loudly. After all, Chen Qingyun is a provincial resident.
As the third-in-command big shot, everyone is very satisfied to be able to accompany Chen Qingyun and his wife at close range.
Most people didn't dare to disturb Chen Qingyun, but there were some who were bold. A middle-aged man in his fifties had just bought a bowl of spicy beef noodles. When he turned around and saw Chen Qingyun, his eyes suddenly shone with surprise.
Noodles walked towards the square table where Chen Qingyun was sitting.
Everyone present stared at this bold middle-aged man with envy.
"Secretary Chen, it's really you." The middle-aged man said in surprise, "I didn't expect that Liuye Lake is so lucky to have Secretary Chen come to our Liuye Lake for breakfast."
"Comrade Lao and Zhuang, that's too exaggerated." Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "I know the breakfast here is good, and I specially invited my wife to come over to taste it. Isn't she unwelcome? My police officer, this is an area under your jurisdiction."
"Officer Zhuang actually knows Secretary Qingyun. No, I have to treat Officer Zhuang to a meal and listen to him talk about Secretary Qingyun."
"You have to go to the back of the queue. I have made an appointment with Zhuang Yan a long time ago." Everyone who had eaten breakfast and refused to leave knew that they could not invite Chen Qingyun, so they aimed at Zhuang Yan, who was familiar with Chen Qingyun.
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The middle-aged man was the first to gain the dignity of a five-star citizen of Chengdu. This guy thought he was appreciated by Chen Qingyun and was very relaxed in front of Chen Qingyun.
"Report to Secretary Qingyun that I am no longer a police officer in Liuye Lake."
"Hey, congratulations to Comrade Lao and Zhuang on your promotion." Chen Qingyun, who has a strong spirit, also makes mistakes sometimes.
Zhuang Yan was very proud to be able to joke with Chen Qingyun: "I have applied for early retirement and put all my energy into the credit association."
"Is the work of the credit association going well?" Chen Qingyun had an insight into Zhuang Yan's thoughts and simply followed his train of thought and asked.
"At present, we are mainly cooperating with the Municipal People's Congress and Credit Castle to do some auxiliary work. I believe we will be on the right track next year." Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "The municipal finance gave us a start-up capital of one million, and Credit Castle allocated us an office
They also gave us a house, all office supplies, and a Qingfei ship, so we have no reason not to do a good job."
"Can I do some auxiliary work for you?" Chen Qingyun was very interested in the just-started credit association.
Zhuang Yan, who had finished his noodles, was about to explain clearly when his cell phone rang in his pocket. After Zhuang Yan answered the call, a clear childish voice came from the phone: "Uncle Zhuang, aren't you here yet?"