Excellent little farmer

An hour later, Gao Jian reported the relevant data, and Shang Tingsong took notes. He held a cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other, and started writing furiously.

He wrote a 5,000-word work report eloquently. The focus of it was naturally on the reform ideas of state-owned enterprises and new measures in attracting investment. He incorporated some of my views into it and explained it in a simple and profound way.

I was busy until about five o'clock in the evening, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Shang Tingsong put down his pen, raised his head and said, "Please come in!"

The door was gently pushed open, and I walked in with a brown paper bag. I came to the desk and said softly: "Mayor Shang, there is some information here. You might as well take it and take a look. Maybe it can help us meet in the evening." help."

"Oh, what information?" Shang Tingsong was a little surprised. He took the brown paper bag, opened it, and took out the contents. He saw that these so-called information were news reports cut out from newspapers.

One thing they all have in common is that the content of the reports are all deputy secretary Zhou’s speeches on various occasions. From them, we can not only figure out his administrative thinking and work focus, but also capture a lot of extremely valuable information. This is naturally of great benefit to Shang Tingsong who is concentrating on 'preparing for the exam'.

Shang Tingsong read a few articles and suddenly felt enlightened. He laughed, pointed his finger at me, and said humorously: "You have a lot of clever ideas. This is the right medicine. It must have taken a lot of effort to get these things, right?" "

I smiled slightly and said softly: "It's nothing. I bought some expired newspapers. Comrade Wan Yunhan and I worked for more than an hour and sorted them out."

"Okay! Okay! With these information, you don't have to worry!"

Shang Tingsong put out his cigarette, threw it into the ashtray, handed me the manuscript he wrote, and said softly: "Xiaoquan, take it and polish it."

"Ok."

I picked up the manuscript, walked to the door, stopped again, and turned around to remind: "Mayor Shang, according to Miss Jingwen, Deputy Secretary Zhou likes to do Tai Chi for fitness, and he also studies calligraphy, especially calligraphy. Liu Gongquan's temple monument of Wei Gongxian, every time a guest mentions that his calligraphy has been passed down by Liu Gong, they will be happy from ear to ear."

"I know, I know, it's all about the muscles and bones!"

A knowing smile appeared on Shang Tingsong's face, and he waved to me repeatedly. After the door was closed, he slapped the table with his hand and said excitedly: "This kid is also very good at doing evil things!"

At 7:30 in the evening, I drove Shang Tingsong to the Provincial Party Committee compound. After registering and releasing at the gate, I drove the car directly to Building 5. After the car stopped, the two of us came to the door and gently said Knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened and Zhou Jingwen poked her head out. She changed into a white suspender skirt. Under the skirt was a pair of straight and slender legs. There were no slippers on her feet. A pair of snow-white jade feet were fully visible in front of her eyes, amber-like. The toenails are all painted cherry-like red, making them look small, delicate, delicate and gorgeous.

"Mayor Shang, please come in quickly!"

It seemed that it was because of me that the little princess, who had never looked at Shang Tingsong seriously before, suddenly became enthusiastic. With a sweet smile on her pretty face, she politely let him into the house.

The moment I entered the room, while I was bending down to change my slippers, Zhou Jingwen actually raised her jade foot and lightly kicked my butt. Although this small movement was extremely subtle, it was still noticed by the person next to her. When the nanny saw it, the old lady opened her mouth in shock.

In the old lady's impression, although the little princess in the family was not considered a lady, and had nothing to do with gentleness and virtuousness, she had become gentle since she entered college and had never behaved in such a rude manner. action. In a sense, this is an extraordinary act of intimacy, showing the close relationship between the two.

After a while, the old lady came back to her senses, hurriedly came out to greet me, and moved Monk Tingsong to the sofa. She served tea and water. She was warm and considerate, not daring to show any slights.

Zhou Jingwen sat on the sofa, chatted with the two of us for a while, then entered the study room with tea in hand. About two or three minutes later, she walked out cutely, waved to Shang Tingsong, and said with a smile: "Mayor Shang, my father has invited me!"

"Okay! Ok!"

Shang Tingsongrao was well-informed, and he was a little nervous at this time, his heart pounding! The ground was beating wildly. He took a deep breath, picked up his briefcase, walked in slowly with a smile, and closed the door behind him.

Zhou Jingwen leaned against the door, smiled proudly, raised her hand and snapped her fingers, then twisted her butt and took an elegant cat walk, came to the sofa, sat next to me, crossed her legs, looked at me sideways, stretched out her hand and said: "Bring it to me?"

I was stunned for a moment, a little confused by her, staring at the white and soft little hand, and said in a daze: "What?"

Zhou Jingwen frowned, stared at me like a monster, and said angrily: "Hey! You didn't come in empty-handed, right?"

I touched my nose and said hesitantly: "Miss Jingwen, didn't you say that? Secretary Zhou is strict with himself and is not allowed to bring gifts."

Zhou Jingwen rolled her eyes, stretched out her green fingers and knocked on the coffee table, and said angrily: "Dad is dad, and I am me. How can that be the same?"

I smiled slightly, knowing that the little beauty was deliberately making things difficult, so I snorted and said softly: "Don't find fault, I already kicked you a while ago. The account for this afternoon should be written off."

"Written off?"

Zhou Jingwen frowned and said with a murderous look on her face: "You have a beautiful idea!"

"Then what else do you want?"

I looked at her sideways, knocked on the coffee table with my hand, and said in a low voice: "Miss, you were the one who provoked me first. I'm just treating others in their own way. Don't be petty. Come up with something." Is the master’s demeanor good?”

"Humph! Humph! Humph!" Zhou Jingwen sneered several times in succession, glanced at the nanny standing not far away, and also raised her head, saying word by word: "Okay, then I will take out a Come on, please be kind, I will take you to visit the boudoir."

Seeing that she had a strange look on her face, there was a sly smile in her eyes, as if she was brewing some conspiracy. This feeling of familiarity made me feel trembling. I waved my hand and said with a chuckle: "No, I won't go." Nothing good will happen if you go!"

"What did you say?"

Zhou Jingwen couldn't hold it anymore, kicked me with her toes, and said through gritted teeth: "Hey! Are you going or not? Do you want me to push you down on the sofa and give you a slap in the face in front of your family?"

I sighed and said with a sad face: "Miss Jingwen, could you please pay attention to your image?"

Zhou Jingwen snorted and said disapprovingly: "You don't need to remind me about this. My eldest lady has always had a bad image at home, and I have become accustomed to it."

I smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll lead the way!"

"No!" Zhou Jingwen pointed her finger and whispered: "The second room on the left, you go in first."

I had no choice but to stand up. Under the watchful eye of the nanny, I slowly walked to the second bedroom on the left, gently pushed open the ajar door, and something suddenly fell from the sky...

I had quick hands and quick eyes, so I reached out to catch it, but some juice still spilled out of the bottle of shampoo and sprayed on my suit...

"Uh..." I was speechless, turned to look at the smug little beauty behind me, shook my head and walked in.

Zhou Jingwen's bedroom is not big, but it is extremely neat. The walls are covered with posters of famous cars. There are also two large photos hanging on the wall. They are of her wearing a racing suit and standing next to a racing car. In the photo, Zhou Jingwen is innocent and lively, with a sunny smile on her face.

I put the shampoo on the desk, turned around and came to the bedside, and saw that a brand-name suit and a white shirt were already prepared there. I couldn't help but smile and quickly changed my clothes. A few minutes later, Zhou Jingwen looked bad. He walked in with a smile, leaned against the door, blinked his eyes, and said with a proud look on his face: "You see, this is what you get for offending this young lady!"

I nodded, walked to the dressing mirror, arranged my brand new suit, and said with a smile: "Of course I know, it's not a bad outcome for offending Miss Jingwen. This dress is much more expensive, I'm afraid it will cost tens of thousands." Yes, it just doesn’t fit well and seems a bit too big.”

Zhou Jingwen pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "The clothes belong to my father. They have always been kept in the closet and have never been worn. He is not as tall as you, but he is much fatter. In the past year, he has gained more than ten kilograms. Every time I tried to persuade him not to eat meat, but he just refused to listen and couldn’t control his mouth when he saw braised pork.”

"It's normal!"

I smiled slightly, picked up a car magazine on the desk, flipped through it a few times, and said with a smile: "Jingwen, you are really addicted to cars. In the future, when the company makes money, I will build you a luxurious magazine." The garage is dedicated to collecting all kinds of famous cars.”