Power and Wealth

Just after lunch break, Li Qing asked Dong Xuebin to go to the canteen together. “Xuebin, have you talked to someone? ”

Sweat, is that the problem again? Dong Xuebin feels that at least four people have asked the same question since he entered the organ. He really doesn't want to discuss this topic, because he hasn't had a romantic experience in more than 20 years... This is really not a facial matter, but the leader has asked you to answer. Dong Xuebin smiled painfully, hypocritically: “Not yet, I want to do the job at hand first, the object is not in a hurry.” He's in no hurry!

Turning out of the gray tower, Li Qinghao smiled: “I have to criticize you for that. ”

Dong Xuebin smiled.

“Work is work, not because of this delay.” Li Qingwei mistakenly blamed Dong Xuebin for a little guilt. “You're too young now, and you're in such an eye-catching position as Deputy Director of Integrated Office. Do you know how many people chew your tongue behind you? I know you're capable, but it's still there, isn't it? So, if you meet the right person, go ahead and solve the marriage problem as soon as possible, don't delay. ”

“… married? ”

The dining room has arrived. Li Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Think about it for yourself. ”

Li Qing did not warn, Dong Xuebin really did not think about this. Indeed, if he were married, the impression of himself as a family would definitely be more mature than it is now. He could make up for the negative impact of his being too young, and it would also be extremely beneficial for his next promotion. However, Dong Xuebin did not know whether to cry or laugh. In other words, that makes sense, but... where is he getting married? Who is he marrying? When I think of the wedding object in my mind, it's strange to say that Dong Xuebin's face actually popped out of his mind. One of them is not thick, it's not just Yunxuan, but the other... The hostess who grabbed the purse from the thief on the street with her back the other day. The woman who said that she would call to invite herself to dinner in the future, but she never called, looked like a stately woman with a very elegant temperament!

I'm dizzy. Why 'd you think of her?

Dong Xuebin shook his head hard and threw the woman's face out of his head. He had not called himself in such a long time. He must have forgotten him. There was no chance of seeing him again. Therefore, Dong Xuebin struck another bad idea. If you can fall in love with Aunt Xuan, it would obviously be a better ending. Alas, unfortunately so far you don't understand what Aunt Xuan's idea is. Shit, whatever, make enough money to open a company for Aunt Xuan first. In the meantime, find a way to pursue her, go both ways, and try to take Aunt Xuan down within two months!

Make money first! Even for Aunt Xuan, for Dong Xuebin's own sake, we have to try to get more money!

Buy a car, give a gift, buy a house, get married. Where's the money?

Making money, chasing women, these two have to be political missions!

……

Next thing in the morning.

The air was dry and cold, and the feet stepped on a slice of yellow fallen leaves, making a squeaky noise.

Dong Xuebin, dressed in a jacket shirt, got off the bus with a collar and went to the office to report. At about 10 o'clock, he walked out of Xu Yan's office with a file and a digital camera, and then went to Li Qing's office to report it. He ordered the integrated office to pass through before leaving the station. He took the bus to the right gate.

The “Hostel" of Chengxi Branch is here. I heard that the surrounding bungalows and many buildings are about to be demolished. The "Hostel", which is responsible for receiving intelligence personnel from and to various places, will no longer be stationed here. After discussion and voting by the Party Committee of the Bureau, it was decided that Director Xu would be responsible for writing a plan to report the situation around the “Hostel" and photographs and other information to the city bureau in detail. If approved by the city bureau, the bureau can only begin the relocation of the "Hostel". And Dong Xuebin's job today is to write the report.

Along the moat to the west, Dong Xuebin arrived at his destination.

Ping-pong, ding-dong, smoke, sand and dust scattered, more than a dozen civilian workers are demolishing the house.

Dong Xuebin coughed a few times, pinched his nose and hid from this place. He went to the back of the house first, looked left and right, then he removed the paper and pen from the bag, while keeping a brief record of the surrounding environment, while taking out the camera to take a few pictures. There are also a few nail houses in Hutong, three old men, an old lady, who are chirping outside a compound and saying something. See Dong Xuebin clicking and taking photos there, a few people stunned and came up.

“Boy, are you a reporter?” The old lady looked at his camera.

One of the old men was a little excited, “Comrade Reporter, you have to report them. These demolitions are so bad, they throw bricks at our house in the middle of the night, the glass is broken, the door is broken, and they threaten us to say what if we don't move away, this... is there any Pope? ”

Dong Xuebin couldn't help but smile and close the book. “Old man, I'm sorry, I'm not a journalist. ”

The old fox wondered, "What are you doing here? ”

"“ I'm a painter, "replied Dong Xuebin." Take a few photos of the Four Horses and go back for the convenience of painting. ”

A few people listened and went back disappointed.

Dong Xuebin shook his head with a smile and continued to sneak around the neighborhood to record. Because it was not an official draft, Dong Xuebin was not so keen to carve out the language. He separated his mind and thought about going to Pan Home or Ten Mile River to visit the antique store as soon as possible to see if there was a chance to pick up a leak and leave it for him. Now that I have 100,000 and thousands of dollars in assets, I'm not even close to the one million goal.

At noon, Dong Xuebin ordered a bowl of halogen in the alley opposite Hongqi University.

When I went to Pan's house later, did I find an expert to follow his ass, and the expert bought what he bought first with his back? Eh, but experts don't seem to meet so well. Besides, what experts buy isn't necessarily genuine, let alone leak it. This... Can't have a high surname? So what do we do? Wanna bet on walnuts again? But something as good as the last time must have happened, if you just wait for someone to open their skin and “rob” each other, is this a little wasteful? Even if you bet two backs on a pair of 45mm short pile lion heads for thousands of dollars, you bet a million dollars... how many days does that take? And this season, there's no more gambling, and gambling is waiting for next year!

The more Dong Xuebin wants to have a headache, the harder it seems to make money even though he has a back!

Returning to the shattered bungalow area, looking at the dead leaves of a half-collapsed four-way yard, Dong Xuebin strangled his brains to figure out how to make money while taking subconscious photos, then where to pick them up? He also doesn't expect to pick up a yuan green flower or Xuande furnace or anything. Just give Dong Xuebin a 100,000 yuan min-kiln and he will know enough! Alas, Alas, Min-Kiln, Book and Painting, where are you?

Just as Dong Xuebin struggled to earn the next amount of money, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing? You!” Looking back, a middle-aged man with dirt on his body.

Dong Xuebin held the camera and frowned: “What's wrong? ”

“What did you say? Stop filming! Stop filming! ”

“I shot mine. What's bothering you? ”

Behind the middle-aged are several civilian workers who are prying yard tiles, looking at his temperament, probably foremen or other relevant staff. The middle-aged man walked up and reached for Dong Xuebin's camera. "This is our place. Have you agreed to take the photo?” He treats Dong Xuebin as a journalist, because someone has told him so, the middle-aged people have a very strong attitude and fear that there will be journalists reporting any negative news.

Dong Xuebin took refuge. "Since this is the land of the country, when has it become yours? ”

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye, "What nonsense! Give me the camera! ”

“Let me make it clear to you that I'm not a journalist, I'm taking pictures to go back and make a picture.” Dong Xuebin twisted with him for a few moments, quickly put away the camera and stared him in the eye with a cold face: “Ask nothing and grab something? Are you a robber? I'm tired of talking to you! Where's your supervisor? Get him!” Dong Xuebin's two angels summoned people to get used to the summons, which was remarkable.

The middle-aged foreman laughed, "Yo, are you breathing? I'm the leader!” When the voice dropped, he went one step ahead and grabbed Dong Xuebin's bag. "Say it again! Give me the camera! ”

“You're not done, are you? ”

At this point, the collapsed wall behind it and several civilian workers in a pile of rotten bricks suddenly shouted, a man threw down a shovel and squatted to the ground and excavated something with his hands, and then a wooden lid that was almost completely corroded was lifted to the ground.

Middle-aged foreman stunned, “What is it? ”

A northern accent of the civil worker shouted: “It's a box, just dug up a big brick buried in the dirt, there seems to be a treasure inside! ”

The middle-aged foreman didn't react, “... baby!? ”

Dong Xuebin looked at him with his neck pulled, but could not see clearly.

Another Northeast accent civil worker lay there: “There's a big iron box in the box, I don't know what's in it! ”

Box, iron box?

Once the middle-aged foreman had a vibration, he had done this for so many years. Of course, it was clear what old objects might not be buried in the earth. It was no strange thing. For example, the previous year, when he brought people to work on Changchun Street, he dug up two jade falls from the basement of a household and sold a lot of money. Thinking of this, the middle-aged foreman was in a great mood, haha, now he can earn another quick money, so he turned his head and looked hard at Dong Xuebin, and didn't rob his camera. He pushed him like a fly, "All right! Let's go, let's go! ”

You want me to go now?

You're so beautiful!

When he saw the big box, Dong Xuebin's eyes also lit up, “... back!! ”