Fang Zhicheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am telling the truth, but the truth is always unpleasant to the ear."
Xu Peng's face was gloomy, and he said softly: "It's mainly because we can't find a way to break the impasse now, otherwise we would have taken action long ago."
Fang Zhicheng frowned and thought for a moment, then suggested: "Now Yinzhou Heavy Machinery is bound to be restructured, and then it will be listed. Once the listing plan is launched, the Group Listing Office will be a core department. I think you can work hard now and develop towards the Group Listing Office."
Xu Peng's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he praised softly, "Secretary Fang, I finally understand why you can sit firmly in the position of secretary of the municipal party committee secretary. You have a very good eye, and you know Secretary Song's thoughts very well."
Fang Zhicheng was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "Boss, do you think so too?"
Xu Peng nodded and smiled, "Next week, the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission will take the lead in establishing the Yinzhou Heavy Machinery Listing Office. I will probably be given a deputy director of the office."
Fang Zhicheng laughed at himself, thinking that Xu Peng was deliberately keeping him in suspense, and said softly, "Then I wish you success in advance!"
Xu Peng chuckled twice, "After the mission is accomplished, I will take you to have some fun."
Fang Zhicheng had been in contact with Xu Peng for a period of time and knew that Xu Peng was not a conservative person but a romantic person in his bones.
When Xu Peng was about to leave the office, Fang Zhicheng called him and took out a pack of good cigarettes from the drawer and handed it to Xu Peng. Xu Peng did not hesitate to accept it.
Although he had only been the secretary of the municipal party secretary for a few months, Fang Zhicheng clearly noticed that his life had begun to change dramatically. For example, he often received gifts, shopping cards or large envelopes from some obvious or hidden sources. Fang Zhicheng was cautious when he first received these gifts and would ask Song Wendi for permission. Later, he gradually understood Song Wendi's habits and stopped asking for permission and handled them himself.
Fang Zhicheng would keep small gifts, such as tea, cigarettes, alcohol, etc., but if it was a shopping card or envelope with a large amount of money, he would generally return it tactfully. If the other party firmly refused to accept it, he would have no choice but to hand it over.
Although he had only been the secretary of the municipal party secretary for a few months, the highest amount of money he had come into contact with was more than 50,000 yuan. The fact that someone dared to give such a gift fully demonstrated the importance of the position, and it was no wonder that Shao Lingfeng had gone to great lengths to bribe Ding Nengren to help him arrange and pave the way.
After get off work, Fang Zhicheng found something suitable among a pile of gifts and hurried to a Northeastern dumpling restaurant near Yinzhou University. Qin Yuming was sitting by the window, and when she saw Fang Zhicheng, she quickly waved her arm. Fang Zhicheng walked over with a smile, handed over the bag in his hand, and said with a smile: "Pu'er tea, someone gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to my beautiful lady."
Qin Yuming was slightly startled and said with a smile: "Zhicheng, you are getting more and more successful. Pu'er tea has the effect of weight loss, so I won't be polite to you." After that, she and the waiter ordered dumplings with cabbage and meat filling and leek and meat filling.
Fang Zhicheng stared at Qin Yuming intently and asked softly, "Sister, you know I love eating dumplings, so did you choose this place specifically?"
Qin Yuming's face flushed. She picked up the chopsticks and tapped Fang Zhicheng's forehead gently. She smiled and said, "From now on, your mouth is only used for eating. You are not allowed to use it for other functions, such as talking."
Chapter 0052 The Wall of the Teachers' Dormitory
Qin Yuming dressed up today, with light eyebrows, powdered cheeks, pink lipstick, and light eyeshadow, making her delicate features more three-dimensional. She wore a short-sleeved silk white shirt on her upper body and a tight black skirt on her lower body. Her long and slender legs were wrapped in black stockings. Because the skirt was high, her snow-white skin could be vaguely seen.
Fang Zhicheng could understand Qin Yuming's psychology. She had originally planned to get a divorce certificate this afternoon, so naturally she wanted to show her best side to Cheng Bin.
Fang Zhicheng stared at Qin Yuming with a somewhat unscrupulous look. After the dumplings came up, Qin Yuming helped Fang Zhicheng prepare the sauce and pushed them in front of Fang Zhicheng. Seeing that he was staring at her intently, she smiled unhappily and said, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
Fang Zhicheng shook his head and pointed to his mouth, indicating that he couldn't speak. He gave a thumbs up, then picked up the dumplings and began to eat carefully.
Qin Yuming saw Fang Zhicheng was silent and only focused on eating dumplings, and she felt depressed, so she deliberately stepped on Fang Zhicheng's foot with her high heels. Fang Zhicheng cried out in pain, which made Qin Yuming smile.
"Sister, this is where you're wrong. You didn't allow me to speak just now, but now you're trying to make me speak. You're contradicting yourself. No wonder the saying goes, a woman's temper comes and goes, and changes faster than turning the pages of a book." Fang Zhicheng put down his chopsticks and said with a smile.
"You have no sense of humor at all. You deserve not to have a girlfriend!" Qin Yuming held up his chin and snorted, "Sometimes you have to listen to women's words the other way around. When they ask you not to talk, they actually want you to say more. When they complain that you stare at her face, they are actually very happy inside because they like that kind of gentle look."
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and smiled bitterly, "How tiring it must be, guessing each sentence for a few seconds, and thinking backwards."
Qin Yuming's eyes were full of smiles, and he whispered, "I'm teaching you how to get along with girls, why aren't you humble at all?"
Fang Zhicheng chuckled and half-jokingly said, "I just need to know how to get along with my sister. I don't need to know any knowledge."
"Am I not a girl?" Qin Yuming asked with a sly smile.
Fang Zhicheng found that Qin Yuming had a powerful mouth, so he quickly surrendered and said with a wry smile: “I said the wrong thing, sister, please forgive me.”
"That's good enough!" Qin Yuming nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
At this time, a muffled thunder sounded outside, and soon the sky became gloomy. Strong winds swept the fallen leaves, and a thunderstorm came unexpectedly. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and everywhere suddenly became dark.
While eating dumplings, Fang Zhicheng sighed vaguely: "Sister, what should I do? I can't go back."
Qin Yuming smiled and said, "The rain won't keep falling. It will stop soon!"
However, God was not so considerate. After the two of them finished eating dumplings, the rain did not stop, but became heavier. Qin Yuming showed an annoyed look on her face, a little at a loss. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Fang Zhicheng took out a black umbrella from his bag and said softly: "I'm afraid this rain will not stop for a while. Now it's a little lighter. How about I take you back to the dormitory first?"
Qin Yuming hesitated for a few seconds, nodded, and rushed out of the dumpling restaurant leaning against Fang Zhicheng. The two walked side by side for more than ten minutes, and the rain became heavier, and even the vision became blurred, and it was almost impossible to see the road ahead. The high heels Qin Yuming was wearing today were eight or nine centimeters long, and she accidentally fell into a quagmire. She tried hard to pull the high heels out, but she couldn't successfully pull them out. Fang Zhicheng handed the umbrella to Qin Yuming, bent down and exerted force, and finally took out the high heels, but his clothes were already wet.
The rain had flooded the ground, and the road conditions were no longer visible. If he continued to wear high heels, it would be too dangerous. Fang Zhicheng squatted down, pointed to his back, and asked Qin Yuming to lie on his back. Qin Yuming was embarrassed and hesitated for a while. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng insisted on not getting up, he sighed, adjusted his posture, hooked his arms around his neck, and then gently leaned against him.
Fang Zhicheng's heart was moved because of the warm and soft feeling on his back. The sticky feeling made his blood surge. He took a deep breath, held Qin Yuming's protruding buttocks with both hands, and then ran quickly to the dormitory area. Qin Yuming hugged Fang Zhicheng tightly, holding the black umbrella with both hands, and felt like riding a vigorous horse, and the whole person was flying.
Five minutes later, Fang Zhicheng finally carried Qin Yuming to the downstairs of the dormitory. Both of them were wet. Qin Yuming lowered her head to look at her body, her pretty face flushed, because the white shirt was all stuck to her skin, as if it was transparent. She subconsciously hugged her chest and then hurried upstairs.
Fang Zhicheng did not say anything, and followed Qin Yuming upstairs silently. When they entered her dormitory, Qin Yuming took out a dry towel from the bathroom and threw it to Fang Zhicheng, saying, "Dry yourself first, I'll help you find clean clothes later." After that, she went to the inner room, took out a set of clothes from the drawer, and hurried into the bathroom.
After Qin Yuming changed her clothes, she found a large T-shirt in the closet and took out clean underwear. Fang Zhicheng walked into the bathroom and suddenly found that the underwear had lace edges. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked loudly: "Sister, don't you have Brother Cheng's clothes in the dormitory?"
"Just wear it. Cheng Bin is not coming to the dormitory, so we don't have his clothes. That underwear is elastic. Although it is a bit small, it is still wearable." Qin Yuming said with a smile, and at the same time took out a hair dryer and started to blow up Fang Zhicheng's trousers.
Although Qin Yuming's T-shirt was very big, it was still too small for Fang Zhicheng. He thought that no matter how embarrassed he was, he could not wear women's underwear, so he threw the black lace underwear aside, found a pair of Qin Yuming's unwashed outer clothes in the bathroom, and tied them around his waist. He felt a chill down there, and pushed the door open with a dry cough and walked out.
Qin Yuming blushed when she saw Fang Zhicheng's strange look, then she laughed and pointed at the single bed, saying, "Hide in the quilt for a while, and change your clothes after they are dry."
Fang Zhicheng hid in Qin Yuming's quilt, and could clearly smell the fragrance coming from it. Thinking of Qin Yuming lying in it every day, he couldn't help but feel hot. Fang Zhicheng secretly thanked himself for hiding in the quilt. If it was a different situation, he would be exposed.