Chapter 1188

Zheng Tulu gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and laughed, "Liping, this promotion of yours really took a lot of trouble. But being able to have you by my side, just as Secretary Zhang said, can be considered a perfect return."

He Liping's question served as a reminder to Zheng Tulu. He was just wondering if Ma Debang had complained to Su Qing about being transferred. After her question, he immediately understood. This Zhao Desan was staying at his "cousin" Su Qing's house, so he definitely couldn't avoid telling Su Qing about these new developments in the unit. He immediately said to He Liping, "Liping, it must be that brat Comrade Xiao Zhao who told Minister Su about the personnel transfer in the unit!"

He Liping looked at Zheng Tulu, who seemed very angry because of this, and said, "If he said it, let him say it. The document has already been issued from above, and you also said it wouldn't change, so why are you still so angry? Don't be angry; who will feel sorry for me if you ruin your health?" As she spoke, He Liping began to stroke Zheng Tulu's slightly heaving chest.

Zheng Tulu looked at the charming He Liping and also reached out a hand, sliding it into her messy, open shirt, grabbing her firm, beautiful breasts, and stroking them gently. He still looked a bit angry as he said, "If it weren't for that brat running his mouth to Minister Su, Deputy Minister Li wouldn't have called, and I wouldn't have to go play mahjong with him. Accompanying Deputy Minister Li to play mahjong will cost me tens of thousands; all the work I did on the procurement will be for nothing!"

Seeing that he was angry because he had to lose money, He Liping looked at him with seductive eyes while stroking his chest and said tenderly, "Isn't it just a matter of tens of thousands? Is it worth getting so angry, Old Zheng? It's not worth it, not worth it. At worst... at worst, I'll give you a few tens of thousands."

Hearing her say this, Zheng Tulu put on a manly face, glared at her, and said, "Hey! Liping, who are you to me? How could I take your money! I don't care about the tens of thousands; the key is this Zhao Desan. Why is this brat always getting in the way!"

He Liping had just taken office and didn't know the specific details of what unpleasant things had happened between Zheng Tulu and Zhao Desan. Seeing Zheng Tulu get so angry whenever Zhao Desan was mentioned, she asked with great interest, "Old Zheng, I've noticed you seem to have a strong prejudice against Comrade Xiao Zhao. Did Comrade Xiao Zhao offend you?"

Zheng Tulu lit a cigarette and recounted the grievances between him and Zhao Desan from beginning to end. He Liping finally understood and asked, "So, Old Zheng, are you saying that with the upcoming promotion of a Deputy Division Chief, you have no intention of considering Comrade Xiao Zhao at all?"

Zheng Tulu took a drag of his cigarette, sneered, and said, "This kid is just a small staff member now, but he relies on Minister Su being his cousin and doesn't put me, the Director, in his eyes. If I were to promote him to Deputy Division Chief, I think this kid would be riding on my head and shitting!"