Chapter 811

"Prince Hotel, Room 208, just come straight over." Zheng the Bald-Donkey said with a smile unhurriedly.

"Alright then, I'll go over right now, Old Zheng, you wait a moment." Director Feng said with a smile.

Zheng the Bald-Donkey gave an "Hmm," chatted briefly, and hung up the phone. He took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and lit it. The expression on his face was extremely cunning. While smoking, he smiled eerily and began to fantasize about what would happen tonight.

The waiter in the private room knocked on the door and poked his head in to ask him: "Director Zheng, shall I serve the dishes now?"

"Wait a moment." Zheng the Bald-Donkey turned back and said.

"Alright." When the waiter pulled the door shut, Zheng the Bald-Donkey suddenly remembered something, turned back, called him, and ordered: "First, bring me a small bottle of orange juice."

"Alright, Director Zheng, please wait a moment." The waiter pulled the door shut and went out. After a moment, he knocked on the door again, brought a bottle of orange juice, walked up respectfully, and asked: "Director Zheng, shall I open it for you?"

"No need, you go out first." Zheng the Bald-Donkey ordered while taking the orange juice.

Seeing that there was no water in his teacup, the waiter filled it with water with great tact and exited the private room. Zheng the Bald-Donkey picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, placed the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, and the expression on his face was extremely cunning. He unscrewed the cap of the orange juice, took the leather bag from the chair on the side, pulled the zipper, took out a small white package from it, unwrapped it, and poured the powdery substance inside into the orange juice bottle. He picked up a chopstick from his side, reached in, and stirred it, put down the chopstick, put the cap back on, and a cunning, lustful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He picked up the half-cigarette that was still burning on the edge of the ashtray and smoked it with pride.

After the time it took to smoke two cigarettes, the private room door was knocked on a few times, and then slowly pushed open a crack. A middle-aged man poked his head in, looked inside sneakily, and while pushing the door open and walking in, his face was full of fawning smiles and he said with a chuckle: "Director Zheng."

The old bald-donkey turned back to look. Seeing that it was Director Feng of the Land and Resources Bureau who had come, he got up and said with a kind smile: "Director Feng is really quick."

Director Feng stepped forward, held his hand with both hands, bowed slightly, and while shaking it, said with a fawning smile: "Director Zheng, you are treating me to dinner, how can I not come over earlier? Long time no see."

"Sit." After exchanging pleasantries and letting go of his hand, Zheng the Bald-Donkey smiled and ordered him to sit down, and took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and handed it to him.

Director Feng hurriedly took it respectfully and said with a chuckle: "Director Zheng looks in good spirits recently. Is there any good news today that you have the interest to call your brother over for a drink?"

"Eh, Old Feng, look at what you are saying. Our two units usually have close work dealings, and we leaders also have to eat and drink together from time to time to communicate," Zheng the Bald-Donkey said with a chuckle in a high-sounding manner.

"That's true. Is Director Zheng busy recently?" Director Feng asked while smoking.

"Busy, not busy. Not busy, busy. Anyway, there is endless work every day. Added to the fact that the province is cracking down on clean government recently, this aspect of work also needs to be done. Leaders like us can't be idle," Zheng the Bald-Donkey said with a chuckle. In Chinese officialdom, there is an unwritten rule: the party and government number one leader. Zheng the Bald-Donkey is not only the Director of the Construction Committee but also the Party Group Secretary, so matters of clean government are also under his charge. This time, Hexi Province is cracking down very strictly on the construction of party style and clean government, so he has to do some work.

"That's true. Director Zheng, why is the province's movement so big this time? Isn't it just that Fang Jun, the 【redacted】, was anonymously reported by someone, and the Discipline Inspection Commission investigated some problems? Why does the province attach so much importance to these things all of a sudden?" Director Feng asked him somewhat blankly.

A cunning smile flashed across Zheng the Bald-Donkey's mouth, and he said with a hypocritical look: "It's good to crack down, otherwise it would be a mess. We people are here to serve the people, so we must strictly guard against those sugar-coated bullets."

Director Feng said with a fawning smile: "Director Zheng is right. There are indeed some comrades among our party and government cadres who have problems with violating discipline and rules. This kind of atmosphere must be stopped."

"By the way, Director Feng, the ex-wife of Fang Jun, whom I just mentioned, Lan Mei, the Planning Division Chief of our Construction Committee, I have also called her to come and eat together. She will be here in a while." Zheng the Bald-Donkey said with a chuckle.

Director Feng widened his eyes slightly and said very surprisingly: "Really? I thought it was just Director Zheng and me. It's good to have a female comrade to eat together, it can liven up the atmosphere."

"Old Feng, you don't know. I specifically called Little Lan to come and eat together because of you, Old Feng. Our Planning Division usually has a lot of dealings with your land and resources side. I am thinking, let Little Lan come over and talk to you, Old Feng, about work matters, communicate, and facilitate future work dealings," Zheng the Bald-Donkey said hypocritically.

"Director Zheng, look at what you are saying. Regarding the work connection between our units, I wouldn't dare to deliberately make things difficult for your people, Director Zheng. No matter what, I have to give you face, Director Zheng."

These words from Director Feng made Zheng the Bald-Donkey feel very satisfied. He smiled with pride, flicked the ash, and said: "Anyway, Director Feng and Little Lan know each other, so it's only right to call her over for a meal."

It is truly said that if you talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives. Just as they were talking about Lan Mei, Zheng the Bald-Donkey's mobile phone played music in his hand. He looked down and saw "Lan Mei" displayed on the screen. So a treacherous smile flashed across his mouth. He picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and said with a chuckle: "Little Lan, where have you reached?"

"Director Zheng, I'm at the entrance of the Prince Hotel, where are you?" Because it was a social engagement outside of work, and it was in such a high-end place as the Prince Hotel, Lan Mei had specifically changed into a casual outfit after going home. A red leather jacket, black tight pants, and red high heels made her figure look tall, straight, and exquisite. Especially her buttocks were wrapped round and full by the tight pants. Because the red leather jacket was very short and small, it revealed a section of her waist wrapped in a gray base shirt, making her willow waist look slender and soft. The zipper of the leather jacket was only pulled to below her two tall meat buns, because the meat buns were too plump and blocked the path of the zipper. A head of black hair was deliberately twisted into a round bun behind her head, revealing her fair ear roots and neck. Her whole person looked charming, full of amorous feelings, and exuded an atmosphere of luxury and nobility, looking particularly beautiful and moving. It was just that her pair of bewitching eyes made her seem to exude an aggressive aura, which made people feel afraid to get close to her.