Wang Fan stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth: "If you don't want to work and feel tired, then resign, or you may starve to death. Learn from me. I'll be busy with business all day long, and then my wife and children will be hot on the bed."
Zou Zhengwu shook his head and said with a smile: "Our family is not as large as yours. By our generation, there will be five cousins in total. If I want to resign, I will make the old man in the family mad."
Wang Fan looked at Zou Zhengwu and said, "Then don't complain. Besides, it's not bad if you can benefit one party by serving as an official!" After speaking, he looked at Zou Zhengwu with a smile.
"I like to hear this. I can say with confidence that I took the county from the bottom of the city in terms of economy to the number one now because of my efforts." Zou Zhengwu took a sip of wine and said, "I came here in the first place.
At that time, a person in the county
This is a factory that is about to close down. I dare not sell it after several terms. I just drag it on for fear of losing political achievements. I dare to sell it! I dare to let it reorganize it. At the beginning, the common people made up a jingle.
hand, making a gesture
Figure: "Sixteen sentences in total, what is it? One laughs at Zou Zhengwu, businessman friends enter the government, the other laughs at Zou Zhengwu, laid-off workers chew the loess, calls me a prodigal, some people say behind my back that I am the third generation red generation, the second generation ancestor, now, there are people in the county
The annual output value of four enterprises is over 100 million, and 15 out of 10 million. The income of ordinary people has increased by more than half, but some people still say behind their backs that I am the second generation and the third generation." Zou Zhengwu said to Wang Fan: "I guess your brother can understand it too.
arrive".
Wang Fan heard this and said: "You are too evil. Just say whatever the people say. No matter how good you are as an official, no one will scold you. That's not normal. There are flowers everywhere on the revolutionary road."
". After Wang Fan finished speaking, he glanced at Zou Zhengwu jokingly.
Zou Zhengwu said with a smile: "I sometimes have a drink with Mike when I am bored. You are not an outsider anyway, so we can just chat casually." Following a few people, we chatted about some situations in the United States.
Ju An can understand, how can people who want to do something not care about what others say. That is to say, people always hope that they have achieved results and want to hear praise, but how is this possible? All the benefits are gone to you.
If people occupy it, is it still the real world? It's just a fairy tale.
Moreover, good people and bad people are not based on birth, but on individuals. The rich second generation committing crimes attracts more topics. Don’t ordinary people commit crimes? And it’s not just the country that hates the rich. Americans also hate the rich, or else they hate the rich.
If you were rich, there would be no Occupy Wall Street. There are also many second-generation rich people in the United States who commit crimes, and they attract widespread newspaper reports every time. This aspect is the same in every country.
While chatting, Zou Zhengwu started talking about his plans for the county. He wanted to build a cargo airport and build two more bridges to connect the two sides of the small rivers in the county more closely. You can imagine what Zou Zhengwu had in mind.
How big is it.
After hearing this, Wang Fan asked: "How many years can you stay here for such a big plan?"
Zou Zhengwu said: "I will serve in this position for one more term, and try to be able to serve for two terms. I showed my plan to your uncle, and he supported me very much. He let me go and do it."
Ju An was a little confused when he heard this. This kind of family affairs in the political circle can be understood by Ju An in a few words. He ignored it at first, but now he supports it. If you can't understand it, don't waste your brain cells. Just bury your head in the food.
I have to say that the cooking skills of this chef are much better than those of Ju An. Even though the ingredients are a little inferior to the ones in the kitchen, the taste is much better than what Ju An cooks.
After finishing the meal, Ju An and the others went back. As soon as they got in the car, Ju An turned to Wang Fan and asked: "Didn't you say that the relationship between your two families is not good? Why do you seem so warm to him now?"
". Anyway, the car is soundproof, and the driver in front can't hear what the people behind are talking about. Otherwise, it's a Maybach.
Wang Fan glanced at Ju An: "A cousin of mine is about to get married to Zou Zhengwen, and the two families will become relatives soon. Otherwise, do you think he would mention this to me at the wine table?".
Damn it! Ju An raised his eyes and looked at Wang Fan. No wonder the two of them were much closer now. It turned out that they were almost relatives. Then he shook his head and said: "I really can't understand the thoughts of wealthy families like you, who suddenly got married.
"If Ju An doesn't like being so far away from each other, it would be better not to see each other for the rest of his life. If they even get married, he can just go as far away as possible.
"You don't understand this! To be honest, I don't understand either. Only the leaders of the two families understand." Wang Fan said with a smile and patted Ju An on the shoulder.
Mike sat next to him and said to Ju An: "You will encounter this kind of problem when your assets expand ten or twenty times. The political families in every country are so complicated."
Ju An waved his hands indifferently and said: "Twenty times is still early, I guess I won't be able to see it until I die." How can I live a life that is busy with calculations every day? I can still live comfortably in the pasture.
What a wonderful little life.
Wang Fan was thinking about something, then he patted his head and said to Ju An: "Why do I always feel that your garden is missing something? It turns out this is missing!".
Ju An scratched his head after hearing this: "My garden lacks nothing. It lacks nothing." He really didn't think of it. He didn't know what was missing in his garden. Wang Fan actually knew it after just one visit.
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"There are some calligraphy and paintings missing, as well as couplets and so on." Wang Fan said proudly to Ju An: "There are not two couplets on the bare pillars of your courtyard house, and there is not a single calligraphy and painting in the room. You still have the nerve to say so.
Chinese style”.
Uh! Ju An was immediately defeated by Wang Fan. He really didn't have any couplets and calligraphy and painting. He thought for a moment and said, "Now that you remember it, then such a glorious task is entrusted to you! So many rooms require calligraphy and painting."
"Of course there is no problem in leaving it to me." Wang Fan glanced at Ju An and said with a smile, then rubbed his fingers and made a money gesture: "Then you have to give one to two hundred million yuan in terms of funds.
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"One or two hundred million, brother, do you think I'm a bank clerk?" Ju An looked at Wang Fan and said, "Repay one or two hundred million, why are paintings so expensive? I didn't let you get those paintings from painters who have already gone west.
Just a few famous paintings and good ones will be enough.”
Wang Fan looked at Ju An with disdain and said: "Let's put it this way, you are really a banker. You already have shares in Wells Fargo and you still say you are not a banker? How much money are you prepared to pay?"
"Fifty-six million is not enough," Ju An continued to face Wang Fan: "My small share counts as opening a bank? There is no reason for others to laugh at me."
"Five or six million? Are you a big beggar?" Wang Fan looked at Ju An and said, "I can hire a painter here, but it costs fifty to sixty thousand and one foot." After speaking, he made a gesture with his hand.
A small frame ten centimeters square.
Ju An said: "A painting of this size costs 50,000 to 60,000 yuan? A pair of two or three meters in height does not cost a million? Isn't it said that Chinese paintings are cheap? They are not much cheaper than old American oil paintings."
"Forget it, even a semi-literate person like you won't know. This person has been painting for a lifetime, and such a small painting is still expensive at 50,000 to 60,000 yuan. Let me tell you, this price is generally the price of a slightly famous painter. If a master is 50,000 to 60,000 yuan,
You just have to look!”.
Ju An did some calculations in his mind. This place should be used for calligraphy and painting. After this calculation, it would cost at least several hundred million. He said to Wang Fan: "Forget it, let's just get some fake hangings. Anyway, ordinary people
I can’t tell, let alone fooling the United States.”
"An! I protest," Mike said looking at Ju An.
Upon hearing this, Ju An patted Mike on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "I don't want to fool you. You are more middle-aged than me now. When greeting the guard, you will ask if someone has eaten."
Wang Fan listened to Ju An's words and said with a smile: "Such a big building, so much money has been spent, and it is all fakes, printed by a machine. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"You are not good at handwriting. You have written all the couplets. Now it is authentic. Don't worry, I don't mind your lack of fame." Ju An said, looking at Wang Fan.
Wang Fan sighed: "Then you should be the one who hangs the seal." It is estimated that writing this couplet will drive Wang Fan crazy. When he heard that Ju An asked him to write it, Wang Fan immediately backed down and stopped laughing at Ju An.
Ann is ready to hang the machine-printed paintings.
Miles next to him stared at the conversation between the three people, and then suggested to Ju An: "You can find those unknown young painters to paint. They won't be so expensive, and then let them print it."
Signing can be regarded as an investment. As long as one of them becomes famous in the future, the cost of buying the painting now will be recovered."
After listening to Miles's words, Ju An suddenly felt like he had seen the light of day. What Miles said was true. Although he didn't say a word, he hit the mark with a squeak. He happily patted Miles on the shoulder and praised:
"Myers' suggestion is better, unlike Mike and Wang Fan." Why didn't you think of this? Firstly, it's all genuine, and secondly, it can be considered an investment. Are you a young artist? Now
There are people engaged in art all over the place. A few of them have either changed careers or continue to suffer from poverty. The lucky guys have come up with a plan, right! Create a self-help fund for young artists or something. Those who are willing to come will find an old warehouse and get it.
It doesn't take much money to create a painter's village, so everyone comes to draw, write, etc. for their buddies. Each person will be given some money a year, and all the works created during this period will be owned by the buddies. This is a really good idea.
Thinking of this, Ju An boasted again: Brother, he is also a smart man. When Miles said this, brother immediately drew inferences in his mind, unlike the two next to him who were still looking at them with their eyes open. If there were one or two
Friends who are good at painting can also take the opportunity to help others promote it, huh! This idea is really great.
Wang Fan said to Ju An: "This is a good idea! We can also make an award first. Well, it is best to limit the age, such as thirty years old or something, set a first, second, and third prize, give the bonus, and then indicate
Entries will not be returned, and one or two million can earn a lot of paintings."
Damn it! Wang Fan immediately drew inferences from one instance, and this idea was really bad. It was a blatant fraud. As for this, buddy, he shook his head quickly and said, "This idea is too bad. You can't do this. I'm being scolded."
, we don’t lack the money either.” (To be continued)