The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

It rained heavily and mist spread in the streets and alleys of City C.

The City Hall has issued documents on the "Urban Flooding Emergency Plan" many times.

Meteorological Bureau, Hydrological Station, Water Conservancy Bureau, Emergency Management Power Supply Company, Health Bureau... Each department performs its duties and calmly copes with the rainy season that comes every year.

The lives of ordinary people have not been greatly affected.

However, at a time when the storm is coming, all public officials within the system are panicking because of Director Song's incident.

Director Song has been suspended from his post and is under organizational review. Many people who have been close to Director Song or have transferred benefits are starting to feel insecure.

Inevitably, City C will face another official earthquake after half a year.

Ji Lengming, who always pays attention to current political developments, has a panoramic view of recent events and cannot have the slightest sympathy for people like Director Song.

Ji Lengming was riding in Sun Biao's car to the electronics factory. Along the way, he frowned at the financial statements of recent months.

Electronics factory workers are still commuting to and from get off work as usual, but every employee knows that their factory is facing transformation, but it has also encountered obstacles.

The first is to apply for state subsidies, but the approval was not given, and there was financial pressure.

Secondly, the chip factory building is only in the drawing design stage. MW, the company responsible for building the Fab factory, is reluctant to take over the project and wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

There are two problems, one is money and the other is technology.

Electronics factory workers cannot solve technical problems for the time being, but they can increase production capacity through labor and indirectly alleviate financial pressure.

Therefore, the monthly financial statements that Sun Biao handed over to Ji Lengming showed that their profits were rising at an alarming rate.

Ji Lengming stared at a series of numbers, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

He couldn't help but question, his voice was very fierce.

"Why are profits so high in the past two months?"

"You forced the workers to work?"

"As I said, employees should be treated as human beings. Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

Cold sweat broke out on Sun Biao's back after being yelled at. He hurriedly explained while driving.

"You misunderstood! How could I do something like squeezing workers!"

"The thing is like this. Some time ago, wasn't it said that the factory was undergoing transformation, and then various problems arose!"

"As soon as everyone heard that the factory was experiencing difficulties, they... spontaneously worked overtime. I told them to let them do their own thing and get off work when it was time, but no one listened to me!"

"Everyone feels that if they work more, they can earn more money, and the factory's financial pressure will be less."

"Hey! The working people are the greatest and most lovable. How could I possibly engage in capitalist behavior?"

When Ji Lengming heard this, part of his anger disappeared.

He took out his pen and kept writing and drawing.

Then he said: "I will figure out a way to deal with the factory's funds. The factory workers have paid a lot during this period. I will share the higher profits in these two months with them."

"In addition, overtime is not allowed in the future. If they still want to stay in the company, we will arrange classes for them."

"The dust-free workshop of the Fab factory is not so easy to work in. You need to have certain professional knowledge."

"Also, if they want, the company can provide training and train them to become engineers."

Sun Biao sighed secretly.

From a general worker who drives screws to an engineer with professional knowledge and skills.

Society calls this change of status a class jump.

How many people dream of class changes, but they all suffer from the monopoly and narrowness of the upward path.

In Ji Lengming's case, the so-called class jump is just a matter of words.

He is not worried about his own interests being damaged and has no concept of class. He respects every individual and scorns artificial divisions of three, six or nine.

It seems that as long as you want, you can be a general worker or an engineer.

According to Ji Lengming, he actually did nothing but redistributed social resources and rights.

But throughout the ages, how many people are willing to redistribute resources and rights?

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The entire journey was speechless.

The vehicle stopped at the gate of the factory, and Ji Lengming got out of the vehicle with an umbrella in his arms.

As soon as one foot touched the ground and before he could stand firmly, Zhao Lehu rushed over in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?" Ji Lengming supported Zhao Lehu.

Zhao Lehu pointed his finger in the direction of the lounge, gasped and said: "Boss, a woman has come to the factory. She wants to see you by name. She also brought a lot of things. You are here just in time. Come with me." Go check it out!”

Ji Lengming: "What woman?"

Zhao Lehu: "I don't know her, but she claims to be Director Song's wife, and she does look quite imposing!"

Ji Lengming recited the name 'Mrs. Director Song'. After thinking about it carefully before and after contacting her, he roughly guessed what this person was doing here.

"Okay, I understand, let's go and take a look together!"

When Ji Lengming, Sun Biao, and Zhao Lehu rushed to the lounge, they saw a fashionably dressed middle-aged woman sitting on a sofa chair drinking hot tea.

There were large and small gift bags at her feet, and a leather box was placed on the glass coffee table in front of her. One corner of the box was open, and through the gap, you could see the gold bars inside.

The lady saw the three people entering the room, her eyes fixed, and she immediately stood up and walked towards Ji Lengming who was walking in the front.

"Are you Mr. Ji Lengming and Mr. Ji? Hearing about it is better than seeing him. You are indeed a young talent!"

Director Song's wife stretched out her hand and smiled charmingly: "Hello, my surname is Sun, and I am Director Song's lover. If you don't mind, you can call me Aunt Sun."

Ji Lengming was not interested in who this woman was.

Without looking at the other person's extended hand, he walked straight to the main seat of the sofa and sat down as a master. Sun Biao and Zhao Lehu stood behind him like two door gods.

He didn't say anything during the whole process, but his momentum was overwhelming.

Ms. Sun was a little embarrassed, but under pressure, she still smiled and sat across from Ji Lengming.

She was about to speak.

Ji Lengming took the lead and asked directly: "Did Wen Wan ask you to come?"

Ms. Sun was stunned for a moment, remembering her husband's recent experiences, and a look of uneasiness appeared on her face.

Then he said: "Since little brother Ji took the initiative to bring it up, I won't beat around the bush."

After speaking, she opened the leather box on the coffee table. When she opened the 30*30*30 cube box, neatly arranged gold bars came into view of everyone present.

Ms. Sun was still a little proud.

After all, there are so many gold bars, and these bumpkins who even drink the worst quality tea foam must have never seen so much money in their lives.

"It's a small thought, but it's not respectful, so please..."

Ji Lengming didn't even have the patience to glance at the gold bars, so he interrupted the other party.

"Why did Wenwan ask you to come here? Just to give money?"

Ji Lengming's reaction was beyond Ms. Sun's expectation.

According to her assumption, after seeing so many gold bars, these poor people who were digging around should have shaken hands with her and made peace with her.

But now, it was obvious that Ji Lengming and the two door gods behind him seemed to have a box full of gold bars in front of them, but they were just scraps that could be thrown into the trash can at any time.

Ms. Sun has never encountered such a situation. She does not believe that anyone can treat money like dirt.

Tuck fallen strands of hair behind your ears.

Forced to calm down.

Then he said: "A few days ago, my wife and Brother Ji had some unpleasantness and caused many misunderstandings. This also made the harmonious political and business relationship extremely bad. This is our fault, we admit it."

"Recently, my wife and I have learned from the pain. After thinking about it for a long time, we decided to put aside our face and identity and sincerely apologize."

"I know that Brother Ji has a close relationship with Miss Wen, but the apology is from my wife and I, not Miss Wen's instruction."

She glanced at the box of gold bars.

"This is our apology. If Brother Ji feels that the respect is not enough, I can add more until you are satisfied."

"I just ask my little brother to forgive my husband's recklessness and stop being angry. Let's turn our hostility into friendship and achieve mutual benefit and win-win results."

"Mr. Ji, what do you think?!"

Ji Lengming was noncommittal to the other party's defense.

He guessed that Ms. Sun's reason for coming was related to Wenwan.

Wen Wan knew that he had suffered a lot of grievances from Director Song, and was trying to find ways to vent his anger on his behalf.

Ji Lengming found it funny when he thought of Wen Wan traveling all the way to call Director Song's family, threatening them and asking them to come to him and apologize.

At the same time, a choice lay before him.

Should I accept Wen Wan's favor?

If I accept her love, I'm afraid there will be no more pure days in the future!

But if you don't accept Wen Wan's kindness...

'Buzz', the phone in Ji Lengming's pocket vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was a text message sent by Wen Wan.

The short message had no text, only a picture, and the picture was Ms. Sun’s immigration visa.

The phone buzzed again.

Still a gentle text message.

This time there is text.

"I know you don't want to have anything to do with me."

"But it's not up to you this time."

"Ms. Sun's immigration visa has been approved. If you don't put her property into your own pocket, her money will be transferred abroad."

"Accepting Ms. Sun's apology is equivalent to taking over her property, which is equivalent to accepting my kindness."

"Rejecting Ms. Sun's apology is tantamount to shattering her illusions. She will not hesitate to immigrate overseas with a large amount of stolen money, causing heavy losses to the country."

"My dear Mingming, choose for yourself!"

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