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Chapter 0136 Gold can still be seen on the face
Because the real estate project in Yuhu Ecological Zone has officially started construction, Zhao Qingya has been traveling between Qiongjin and Yinzhou recently. Because she gets along well with the two sisters of the Ye family, Zhao Qingya tacitly agrees to the two girls living in the villa, so Fang Zhicheng can only accept it helplessly and live "cohabiting" with the two sisters with very different personalities.
There were two more ladies in the villa. They usually stayed upstairs, while Fang Zhicheng stayed downstairs. Everything else was fine, but the hygiene of the public areas gave Fang Zhicheng a headache.
If the villa is not cleaned up for a day, the sanitation of the villa will be unbearable for Fang Zhicheng, who has a mysophobia. Fang Zhicheng walked around the bathroom and found that there were many women's products in the trash can. He frowned helplessly, tied up the trash bag, and then shouted to the upstairs: "Do you have any sense of public morality? Can you put away some personal items? Let a grown man deal with it. Aren't you ashamed?"
Ye Qingrou poked her head out from the stairs and said in a delicate voice, "It's just some garbage. Is there a need to make such a fuss? My sister and I are in a bad mood. Don't provoke us." After she finished speaking, she waved her fist in response, leaving Fang Zhicheng speechless. If women are tigers, then women during their menstrual period are sharks.
Fang Zhicheng sighed inwardly at his miserable fate, and cleaned the villa inside and out, wondering whether he should also tidy up the bedroom where the Ye sisters lived. After going upstairs, Fang Zhicheng knocked on the door, and Ye Qingrou walked in with her head tilted and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Zhicheng looked past Ye Qingrou and glanced inside. Helplessness appeared on his face, and he said softly, "There's a smell in your room. Do you want me to clean it up?"
Fang Zhicheng did not continue to say some unpleasant words. Fortunately, the two sisters were as beautiful as flowers, but the room was messed up like a pigsty. It was no wonder that they were brought up in a pampered manner, with most things taken care of by the nanny. They had no idea of the hardships of ordinary people's real life.
Seeing Fang Zhicheng was going to clean the room, Ye Qingrou moved away. Ye Meizi was lying on the bed, her face pale and her brows tightly locked. It was obvious that her period was quite intense. Fang Zhicheng sighed, thinking that being a man was difficult, and being a woman was not easy either. He bent down to sweep the garbage on the floor into the dustpan, then used a vacuum cleaner to remove the dust, and then mopped for a while.
Seeing the room quickly become clean, Ye Qingrou smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so capable."
Fang Zhicheng shrugged helplessly and said, "This is the last time I will clean for you. If you want to continue living here, you must learn how to keep the environment clean and tidy."
Ye Meizi coughed after being criticized by Fang Zhicheng in a bad tone. She was obviously a little embarrassed. Ye Qingrou straightened her immature chest and said unhappily: "Don't threaten us. When we really leave, you will regret it."
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What is there to regret?"
Ye Qingrou walked over, poked Fang Zhicheng's forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "Having two beautiful women like us to live with you is a happiness that no one else can hope for. You should cherish yourself."
Fang Zhicheng curled his lips, thinking that this little girl really thinks highly of herself, and waved his hand and went downstairs. Ye Qingrou was ignored by Fang Zhicheng, and she was so angry that she almost jumped up. After about half an hour, the bedroom door was knocked open again. Fang Zhicheng came up with two bowls of cooked brown sugar ginger tea on a tray and said lightly: "When you finish drinking, take it to the kitchen yourself. If you don't want to wash the dishes, wait until I come back in the evening to wash them."
Seeing Fang Zhicheng closing the bedroom door, Ye Meizi sighed in an inaudible voice, "He is a very delicate man."
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After arriving at the Municipal Party Committee Office, He Yang's attitude towards Fang Zhicheng was rather cold. After suffering a big loss, he was obviously wary and knew that Fang Zhicheng was not easy to deal with. Although Fang Zhicheng did not have a good impression of him, he was in the same office after all, so he remained tolerant. The relationship between people is complicated, and you can't drive away anyone who doesn't like you, right
A proper tolerance is a necessary quality for a successful person. A dictator's mentality will not take you too far.
Tolerance is one of Fang Zhicheng's good qualities. Even though He Yang had set a trap for him, Fang Zhicheng was still able to live in the same room with him.
Looking at He Yang again, he always felt something was wrong every time he was with Fang Zhicheng, probably because of psychological effects. This made Fang Zhicheng look down on He Yang a little. In the officialdom, acting skills were important. He Yang's ability to control behavior and emotions was not as sophisticated as his own, so how could he fight him
After Fang Zhicheng entered the room, Song Wendi handed Fang Zhicheng the latest draft of "Nanyuan Old Street Reconstruction Project". Fang Zhicheng read it carefully and thought that there were still a group of capable people in Yinzhou officialdom. According to their own ideas, they perfected the original draft in great detail. Even the most picky people could see that this was a very impactful and challenging plan.
Song Wendi smiled and said softly, "How about it? Do you have any additional comments? After all, it was you who came up with the creative idea, and I should respect your opinion."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and smiled modestly, "I just proposed a framework. Now it has far exceeded that draft. The planning was completed by some experts who were engaged in the project. I can only sigh."
After saying this, Fang Zhicheng handed the materials to Song Wendi. Song Wendi nodded, took out a pen from his pencil case, and wrote his name on the approval opinion page.
It turned out that Song Wendi waited for Fang Zhicheng to review it before signing, which undoubtedly touched Fang Zhicheng and made him feel satisfied. Although the renovation of Nanyuan Old Street had little to do with him and was ultimately the achievement of the municipal party committee, Song Wendi's attitude undoubtedly gave Fang Zhicheng a reassurance, indicating that he, Old Song, still respected Fang Zhicheng very much.
After signing, Song Wendi looked up, took off his black-framed glasses, and asked with a smile, "How's your progress in studying at the Municipal Party School recently?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled, and quickly reported: "It will end in two months, and I am now preparing my final thesis."
Song Wendi nodded and smiled, then said softly, "I wonder if you have decided on the topic of your paper?"
Fang Zhicheng said truthfully: "I chose two topics, but both seem a bit old-fashioned, so I'm still hesitating."
Song Wendi waved his hand, took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer, and sighed, "Don't hesitate, I'll help you choose the topic. This is a topic-based composition, so you must write it well. I'll still be useful to you when you finish it!"
Fang Zhicheng took the paper from Song Wendi, opened it, looked grim, and said with a wry smile: "Boss, this question is too risky. If you don't answer it well, you will be punished."
Song Wendi waved his hand, the corners of his mouth raised gently, and he said softly: "Just play, if there are any problems, I will support you."
Fang Zhicheng sighed helplessly, turned and walked out of the inner room, sat at his desk, and looked at the title "On the dialectical relationship between market economy and strengthening party spirit cultivation." This is a very old topic. Song Wendi gave him this topic, naturally hoping that Fang Zhicheng would write something more innovative.
This is a proposition that can easily go left or right. If you want to innovate, you can't take the middle road. If you are biased, you may fail. Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly. Even if Song Wendi wanted him to write a graduation thesis that could shine, there was no need to put himself on the fire, right
Complaining is useless. After a moment of hesitation, Fang Zhicheng calmed down and thought about how to complete the task assigned by Song Wendi. While he was thinking with his chin in his hand, Tong Siqing walked to his side quietly and nudged Fang Zhicheng's waist with her fingers. Fang Zhicheng was startled, and then he reacted and smiled bitterly, "Siqing sister, when did you become a cat?"
Tong Siqing winked at Fang Zhicheng and whispered, "You haven't forgotten what happened tonight, have you?"
Fang Zhicheng thought quickly and guessed that it was Tong Siqing's birthday today and she invited him to attend. She was afraid that she had to avoid He Yang because she didn't invite him, so she acted so sneakily.
Fang Zhicheng pretended not to know, tilted his head, and said in a daze: "What's going on tonight? Sister Siqing, do you want to date me? Will Brother Li have any objection?"
Seeing Fang Zhicheng flirting with her, Tong Siqing couldn't help but pinch his waist hard and said angrily: "I told you last month..."
Fang Zhicheng rubbed the flesh around his waist, patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out to be Sister Siqing's birthday. I forgot about it."
"Forget it. Just pretend I never said it." Tong Siqing realized that Fang Zhicheng was teasing her on purpose. She snorted, turned around and sat back in her seat, feeling angry and sulky.
Seeing that the joke was a bit too much, Fang Zhicheng took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his purse, put it on Tong Siqing's desk, and said with a smile: "Sister Siqing, I was just joking with you, don't be angry, this is a gift for you, as compensation."
Tong Siqing saw that Fang Zhicheng had prepared a gift. She rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng, pouted, and said angrily, "You still have some conscience."