Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In the pavilion of the small garden in the east wing of No. 76 Nanluoguxiang, Yanjing, Chang Zhengyang finished reading the materials in his hand and handed them to Shen Qianwen with a smile.

"Your son is really rude. He even orders his father around."

"What do you mean by your son and my son..."

Shen Qianwen took the materials without knowing why, quickly read through them, and then threw the materials into Zhengyang's arms.

"Just do what you are told to do, why so much nonsense."

Chang Zhengyang showed a helpless expression when he heard this, and he sighed that his status had dropped too much, and now anyone in the family could order him around...

As for the content of the materials, it was the research report on the Budget Law that Qi Tongwei finally came up with after spending a month traveling to Jingzhou University many times, reading a lot of information, and consulting his tutor Gao Yuliang.

As for Chang Hongwei, he added a letter to the report and put forward his ideas.

He intends to build momentum through authoritative media reports and academic discussions, thereby sparking a major discussion in society about whether the government should have a budget and how it should be budgeted.

At the same time, he also mentioned that promoting this matter might face great resistance, so he was only responsible for lighting the fire. As for whether this fire could spread like wildfire and truly attract the attention of senior management, it depended on whether a certain dean could give his support.

"This brat is just a village head, but he thinks he is the prime minister. He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers or becoming a public enemy in the officialdom!"

Chang Zhengyang shook his head speechlessly, got up and went to the study to make a phone call.

"Hey, Comrade Lao Zhao, what are you busy with?"

"Nonsense, do I have time to spare? If you have anything to fart, fart now!"

Chang Zhengyang took the microphone away. Why is it that the older Old Zhao gets, the more violent his temper becomes like that old gangster Old Li?

"It's not a big deal. Some comrades below have reported that there is a serious problem of extravagance and waste at the grassroots level, and public funds are used for eating and drinking. The masses are very dissatisfied!"

Old Zhao's expression also eased, and he sighed, "I've heard about it, too. How could this happen? It's only been a few years, and the morale of the entire army has deteriorated to this point. Our old neighbor to the north has only been down for a few months? These are all bloody lessons..."

"So, you leaders should pay attention to this, nip it in the bud, and have the courage to shoulder your historical responsibilities. Don't leave the problem to our next generation. Let me ask my secretary to send you a set of materials tomorrow."

"Okay, ask him to send it over!"

Chang Zhengyang hung up the phone, then picked up the phone and made another call. After repeating this process over and over again, he put the phone down and breathed a sigh of relief.

……

The huge polar bear fell down, and the woolly bear climbed up from its wreckage. When it opened its arms with joy and wanted to hug Europa, it did not see the murderous intent in America's eyes.

A divided Russian bear. This is what America thinks, what China thinks, and what Europe thinks too.

No one wants to be friends with the greedy woolly bear. Everyone just hopes that it will degenerate into a little Bichon Frise.

At Moscow Central Station, Yuri was wearing a dirty military coat. He was squatting at the exit of the subway station. On the ground in front of him were all kinds of things, including medals, old military kettles, daggers and other things.

This is an old soldier selling his past honor. The purpose is self-evident, just to get some money to support his livelihood.

Unfortunately, Yuri's idea was doomed to fail, because there were many people like him. Beside him, on every street in Moscow, wherever there were people, there were veterans, engineers, doctors, professors like him everywhere...

The polar bears fell, and their savings turned into nothing overnight. Production came to a halt, the logistics system collapsed, and food supply in the city became extremely tight.

The shelves in Moscow stores are empty, and people's only prayer every day is that they can still buy the limited supply of potatoes today.

Yuri stared blankly at the crowds of people coming in and out of the subway entrance. Men and women tightened their collars and walked in a hurry. No one stopped to look at the things on the ground.

How long had it been since he had had vodka?

Yuri took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, unscrewed the lid and smelled it, then screwed the lid back on in disappointment. The wine bottle was empty and the smell of vodka was almost gone.

Hey, what's going on with this woman?

Yuri put the wine flask back into his pocket, looked up inadvertently, and was attracted by a woman who was stumbling not far away.

The woman was wearing high heels, her stockings were torn in several places, her clothes were very revealing, and her makeup was heavy. She looked like a prostitute at first glance.

If it were in the past, Yuri would have felt pity for the woman, would have taken off his coat and put it on her, and then would have taken her to a warm place...

Now, all he wants is a basket of potatoes!

Yuri lowered his head, pulled his coat tighter, and no longer paid attention to the woman.

"what……"

The sudden scream startled Yuri. He raised his head and looked around, and soon found the source of the scream.

It was that woman!

I saw her biting a man's throat tightly, as if she wanted to bite his neck off.

"It turns out she's a crazy woman!"

Yuri was cheered up. Although he was very hungry, watching a good show was a good pastime.

Not only he thought so, but others also thought so. Everyone stepped aside and watched the scene with numb eyes.

Just as everyone was watching the excitement, a group of people suddenly rushed out of a bar in the distance. They were like wild beasts, biting anyone they saw. Screams suddenly rang out one after another, echoing throughout the entire street.

what happened?

Yuri looked at what was happening suddenly in a daze. His veteran's intuition told him that he had to leave here immediately!

So he quickly picked up the things on the ground, stood up and prepared to leave, but when he saw the bakery on the side of the road, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Maybe this is an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and rob!

So he immediately turned around and rushed to the bakery, but soon he found out that he was not the only one who had the idea of ​​targeting that bakery, many people thought the same way.

But Yuri couldn't care less at this moment. He just wanted to grab a piece of bread and put it in his mouth. Everything else had nothing to do with him.

"What are you doing? I have a gun. Get out, you dirty wild dogs..."

boom!

The boss fell backwards, blood gushing out of the small hole on his forehead. Yuri looked at the guy who fired the shot vigilantly and found that the other party just rushed in to eat bread. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't resist the temptation of bread, rushed into the store, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. As for the old soldier who fired the shot, he didn't care about him at all.