Chapter 853

The old bald donkey had won so much money that, for the sake of safety, he said, "Forget it, I'd better go back and sleep. I have to go to the unit after resting a little."

"Alright then, let's go."

So, the group dragged their exhausted bodies and escorted Zheng Tulu out of the Junyue Hotel, respectfully seeing him all the way to his car.

Once inside the car, Zheng Tulu rolled down the window, poked his head out, and waved cheerfully at Lin Dafa and Zhang Jiayin, saying, "Alright, Old Lin, Old Zhang, you two get in your cars and go back to rest too. We played mahjong all night, you must be exhausted." As he spoke, he glanced with the corner of his eye at Zhang Hui, who was standing behind Zhang Jiayin, feeling very interested in this eldest daughter of his who was already a married woman.

Zhang Hui was also a naturally promiscuous woman. Although she was already a married woman, she was still very uninhibited at heart. Seeing Zheng Tulu always looking at her with that kind of gaze, Zhang Hui, standing behind Zhang Jiayin, gently blinked those charming phoenix eyes and a seductive smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. That amorous and coquettish demeanor made Zheng Tulu feel somewhat intoxicated.

"Alright, Director Zheng, drive slowly on the road and watch out for safety," Zhang Jiayin said. Lin Dafa waved his hand with a chuckle and said, "Goodbye, Director Zheng."

After a few pleasantries, Zheng Tulu rolled up the window, started the car, and left. Watching him go, the Zhang family let the driver bring the car over and climbed into the Bentley worth over six million, while Lin Dafa got into the Mercedes. The two cars drove in different directions, each returning home.

When Zheng Tulu was halfway home, he glanced at the bulging briefcase on the passenger seat. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, took the bag, and dumped the "Chairman Mao" bills that were stuffed messily inside onto the passenger seat. He counted them carefully. His hands were almost cramping by the time he finished counting—a full 450,000. Zheng Tulu actually understood in his heart that Zhang Jiayin and Lin Dafa had intentionally lost money to him at the mahjong table; otherwise, Zhang Jiayin's wife wouldn't have been peeking at his tiles every round, observing what tiles he needed, and giving Zhang Jiayin hints. Although it was all money, the responsibilities borne by obtaining it through different channels were different. If he had accepted it openly and honestly, on one hand, since they were all acquaintances, it would be a bit awkward to face, and on the other hand, he was afraid of being seen. At the mahjong table, even if he knew they were actively losing money to him, it wouldn't matter even if he were seen, and he could "win" with peace of mind.

After counting the money, he packed it neatly into his leather bag. Zheng Tulu was in an extremely happy mood and drove home with a full harvest.

Arriving at the unit early in the morning, Zhao Desan kept the matter of Director Lan from last night in his heart. When passing by the door of Director Lan's office, he specifically went up to twist the door handle and found it still locked. Zhao Desan began to worry. Director Lan was always very punctual for work every morning; why was her office door still locked when it was already time for work? Could it be that she couldn't withstand the old bald donkey's threats last night and "delivered herself to the door"?

*Is Director Lan that cheap? * Zhao Desan thought. A woman with such a proud and aloof personality shouldn't be controlled by Zheng Tulu so easily and become his plaything, right? Just as he was thinking this, someone patted him on the shoulder. Zhao Desan shuddered, turned around, and saw it was Xia Jian.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you standing here for?" Xia Jian asked.

"Nothing... nothing, just got here, preparing to go into the office," Zhao Desan said with a chuckle.

Xia Jian hugged him, leaned in with a wicked smile, and asked, "Do you want to go to the Party School for training? Are you here to find Director Lan to pull strings?"

"Brother Xia, what kind of joke are you making? If I really wanted to go to the Party School for training, would I need to find Director Lan to pull strings?" Zhao Desan tilted his head and said.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, to tell you the truth, this opportunity is of no use to you. You just arrived and don't have much work experience; it won't be of any help to you," Xia Jian said.

Zhao Desan glanced at him sideways, half-jokingly tapped him lightly on the chest, and said, "I know you want to go, Brother Xia. Don't worry, I won't compete with you. Let's see how the leaders arrange it."

Hearing Zhao Desan say this, Xia Jian smiled cunningly and said, "That's true, it also depends on how the leaders arrange it."

Just as they were talking, Xia Jian suddenly heard the sound of high heels stepping on the floor in the corridor behind him. He turned his head and saw Director Lan walking over with a cold face. He whispered, "Director Lan is here," and slipped into the office in a dejected manner.

Because Zhao Desan knew Director Lan's secret, he no longer felt the need to retreat three steps in awe as he did before. He turned around and looked at Director Lan with a smile. A faint, warm smile flashed across the corner of her mouth. Although her attitude toward him was much gentler than before, her cold and arrogant personality still made her inadvertently reveal a sense of coldness that made people feel difficult to approach.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, why aren't you going into the office? What are you standing here for?" Although Lan Mei had cried in front of him in private, revealing her weakest side as a woman, she was still as arrogant as usual when she arrived at the unit. She looked at Zhao Desan with strange, enchanting eyes and asked as she walked up.

"Director Lan, why are you late today?" Zhao Desan asked, looking at her with strange eyes.

Lan Mei glanced at him enchantingly, didn't answer, took the office key out of her key bag, opened the door, and walked in. Without looking back, she said, "Come in."

Zhao Desan followed her in, closed the door behind him, and asked, "Director Lan, last night... did you eventually compromise with Director Zheng?"

Lan Mei turned her head, widened her eyes slightly, her willow eyebrows furrowed gently, and a look of confusion filled her dark, bright eyes. She gently parted her sexy, thin, vermilion lips and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Isn't it? Director Lan, you are always very punctual for work. Why are you late today?" Zhao Desan threw out his question. ===== CHAPTER 854 =====