Chapter 1323

Zhao was scolded by Zheng Jie from head to toe. For a while, he didn't know what was going on, and asked stammeringly with a confused head: "You... how can you say that to me?"

"I won't talk about other aspects for now. Look at what you've done for me!" Zheng Jie scolded relentlessly.

Zhao Da was confused for a while, frowned, and asked the phone: "I... what did I do?"

"You say what you did! If you didn't want me to go to the Provincial Construction Committee, then forget it. You even lied and said our leaders wouldn't let me go. I just went to ask our leaders, and he didn't know about this at all! I say Zhao Da, you can't do anything, but you learned to lie quite quickly." Zheng Jie was angry as soon as she thought of being cheated by Zhao Da.

"No... impossible, right?" Zhao Da was a bit confused for a while. It was clearly after Lan Mei went to find Zheng Tulu that he got the answer. How could the leaders of the District Construction Committee not have heard of this?

"Don't pretend to be confused anymore. I'll settle the account with you when I go home tonight!" Zheng Jie hung up the phone angrily, stomped her feet with a gloomy face, and walked toward the office swinging her arms.

Zhao Desan in the office roughly heard why Zheng Jie called. He was also a bit confused about which link went wrong in not transferring Zheng Jie over? Zheng Tulu, that lecher, would be more than happy to transfer a beautiful young woman to the Provincial Construction Committee. Could it be that Section Chief Lan didn't want Zheng Jie to work in the Planning Section? But why did she agree to help Zhao Da transfer Zheng Jie without even thinking about it?

Listening to the phone hang up, Zhao Da slowly took the phone away from his ear. A grown man being scolded by his wife like this, Zhao Da's mood was indescribably uncomfortable. At the same time, he felt confused about Zheng Jie's words. After putting away his phone, he went straight to the door of Lan Mei's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Lan Mei responded from inside.

Zhao Da pushed the door open and walked in timidly. Lan Mei raised her eyes casually and saw it was Zhao Da, so she raised her head and asked: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Section Chief Lan, I... I want to ask you something." Zhao Da said timidly. Seeing Section Chief Lan's cold expression, Zhao Da felt a sense of shivering.

Lan Mei raised her willow eyebrows and said: "What is it, go ahead."

"I... I..." Zhao Da stammered for a long time without letting out a fart. The main thing was that if Section Chief Lan had indeed gone to find Zheng Tulu to plead for his wife, wouldn't he be making Lan Mei angry?

Lan Mei was an impatient person. She hated a grown man acting like a woman, doing things hesitantly and indecisively. So she frowned and said impatiently: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, if you have something to say, say it, don't be hesitant!"

"My wife said... said she asked their leaders, and their leaders said they didn't receive news from us." Zhao Da stammered, afraid that saying this would make Lan Mei unhappy, so he added: "Did Director Zheng not tell the leaders of the District Construction Committee?"

Hearing Zhao Da say this, Lan Mei felt a bit surprised and said: "I specifically went to find Director Zheng to talk about it."

"I don't know what's going on either. My wife just called and said so." Zhao Da saw Lan Mei's reaction was very surprised, and also became suspicious. He didn't know which link the problem was in.

Lan Mei thought about it thoughtfully and said: "Alright, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you go busy yourself first, I'll see what's going on."

Zhao Da said "Mm" and withdrew from Lan Mei's office.

After Zhao Da left, Lan Mei leaned back in her chair and thought about this matter. She thought that if the District Construction Committee side said they didn't receive news, the only possibility was that Zheng Tulu didn't greet the leaders of the District Construction Committee about this matter, but instead stood her up and fooled her. Since Zheng Tulu's decision after considering it for a night was not to transfer anyone to the Planning Section, it meant he intended to increase her workload and deliberately make things difficult for her. Thinking this way, Lan Mei felt angry, so she got up and went upstairs to find Zheng Tulu, wanting to ask for an explanation.

Lan Mei came to the door of Zheng Tulu's office and knocked on the door. Zheng Tulu was having a headache because someone had posted the matter of his daughter's promotion online. He Liping was watching and anxious in her heart, wanting to use that method to temporarily dispel his worries, and was riding on Zheng Tulu, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving up and down vigorously. Hearing someone knock on the door, the two separated in a panic. He Liping jumped off Zheng Tulu, pulled down the skirt she had wrapped around her waist, organized her long hair, calmed her mood, and sat down on the sofa. Zheng Tulu asked while pulling up his pants: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Lan Mei." Lan Mei's cold voice came from outside.

He Liping whispered: "What is she here for?"

Zheng Tulu looked at He Liping, shook his head, fastened his belt, tucked his shirt into his belt, organized his messy attire, returned to the boss chair and sat down, lit a cigarette, and gave He Liping a look, signaling her to open the door.

He Liping walked up to open the door and looked at Lan Mei face to face. She found that Lan Mei's skin was indeed very delicate. She was a young woman in her thirties, and there wasn't even a crow's foot at the corner of her eyes. Although the skin on her face was not powdered, it still looked smooth, white, and tender. Her small, straight nose, red and sexy lips, and picturesque beautiful eyes made her features look extremely exquisite, dotted on her moving, oval face. It was truly full of charming flavor. Even He Liping, who had always been jealous of beautiful women, couldn't help but be attracted by her appearance after seeing the fine structure of Lan Mei's face at such a close distance. Especially her skin, which was maintained no worse than an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, seemed tender enough to squeeze out water. It was just that the expression in her eyes could show the mature atmosphere that time had given her.