Chapter 947

Zheng Tulu glanced at Zhao Desan with a strange look, deliberately pulling open his leather bag to take out his phone while pressing it, saying: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, how is that phone of yours working? I feel like mine isn't very smooth to use anymore."

Zheng Tulu suddenly saying this to him left Zhao Desan confused, like a monk unable to find the head of the temple. After being stunned for just a second, he vaguely felt that this sentence had another meaning, so his mood suddenly became anxious, his expression slightly tense, but he still quickly appeared as if nothing was wrong and chuckled: "It's alright, it works quite well."

Zheng Tulu looked at him with a strange look, put the phone back into his briefcase, and said with a weird smile: "Wait until one of these days, bring your phone over and let me try it, see if there's any difference from mine."

Hearing him say this, Zhao Desan was extremely panicked inside, his expression momentarily looking a bit uneasy, and he smiled somewhat unnaturally: "Okay, okay."

Zheng Tulu smiled weirdly, patted him on the shoulder twice, and said: "Alright, you go ahead and get busy." He turned his face to Lin Dafa and continued: "Old Lin, let's go first."

Zhao Desan stood where he was, nodding and bowing with a smile: "Director Zheng, President Lin, walk slowly."

Lin Dafa smiled at him, and went downstairs with Zheng Tulu.

Watching Zheng Tulu walk downstairs, Zhao Desan was still stunned there, Zheng Tulu's words just now echoing in his ears over and over again. From those two meaningful sentences just now, Zhao Desan had already heard that he probably knew what he had done. It was just that now, perhaps because of the pressure from Sister Su regarding the Party School study, he was afraid that if he made things too awkward with him, he wouldn't be able to end it, so he hadn't pointed it out.

This old guy always looked approachable and kind, but in reality, he was a very insidious and cunning fellow. Zhao Desan had long known him like the back of his hand, knowing that this guy didn't want to make an enemy of him on the surface, but secretly, he definitely wouldn't let him off so easily. It seemed that life in the Construction Committee would be difficult again, so he had to be careful. He would try to use Sister Su to suppress him whenever there was a situation, so the old guy wouldn't think he was someone to be trifled with. In fact, after knowing that Chief Lan had been humiliated and couldn't report him, Zhao Desan had wanted to use Su Qing's relationship to ask her to help report this matter to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection. But he knew Sister Su was jealous; if she knew he was just standing up for a woman, she definitely wouldn't agree. Besides, the situation was far from reaching the point where he had to tear his face off with Zheng Tulu and end up in a mutual destruction. If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. As long as Zheng Tulu didn't make a move, Zhao Desan wouldn't adopt any strategy to deal with him proactively. After all, he had only been working at the Construction Committee for half a year; for the sake of his career, the word was "stability."

Zhao Desan carefully weighed the conflict with Zheng Tulu and felt that the current situation could only be maintained by staying put. As long as he didn't deliberately suppress or provoke him, he would just act as if nothing had happened, try his best to do his own work, not make mistakes, and not let him find any handle to make a big deal out of it to deal with him.

Standing at the stairwell in deep thought for a few minutes, it was twelve o'clock. The quiet office building suddenly seemed to explode, and people from each office came out in groups of three or five. Lan Mei also put down the construction application form Zheng Ru had given her, got up, and walked out of the office, preparing to go eat. After walking two steps, she looked up and found Zhao Desan standing at the stairwell, so she called out to him: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao."

Zhao Desan suddenly came back to his senses, looked back, and saw it was Chief Lan, so he said with a smile: "Chief Lan is going to eat too?"

"Yes," Lan Mei said, "let's go down together."

Zhao Desan nodded happily and walked downstairs with the sexy and graceful Chief Lan. Walking along, he remembered the exciting thing from the morning, so he asked her with a devilish smile: "Chief Lan, what are you planning to do after eating?"

Lan Mei hadn't heard the other meaning in his sentence, so she said casually: "There's still a document that needs to be reviewed. I have to go back to the office in a while."

Zhao Desan said happily in a low voice: "Chief Lan, then I'll come find you at the office in a while?"

Lan Mei turned her head and saw his mischievous look, so she understood his intentions. A faint blush immediately appeared on her face, she rolled her eyes at him, and asked knowingly: "You're not resting at noon, what are you looking for me for?"

Seeing that Chief Lan was already shy but still feigning ignorance, Zhao Desan reminded her with a devilish smile: "Chief Lan, this morning..."

Lan Mei looked at him with some panic, wiped her hair to cover up the panic in her heart, lowered her head and said: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Chief Lan, stop playing dumb," Zhao Desan said with a devilish smile. "You must know what I'm saying in your heart. I'll come find you at the office in a while."

Lan Mei said with some panic: "You... don't come. I have to work."

Zhao Desan took advantage of the situation and pursued: "Work is done during office hours. Noon is your own time, so you should do your own things, right?"

Lan Mei blushed and glared at him, threatening: "If you dare to come, see how I deal with you! Even if you come, I won't open the door!"

"Chief Lan, you..." Seeing that Chief Lan's attitude was very firm, Zhao Desan frowned, appearing very anxious, "What's wrong with you?"

Lan Mei rolled her eyes at him and said coldly: "Nothing is wrong with me. You should think about what's wrong with yourself! Don't mention the morning's matter again!"

*She wouldn't turn her face and deny people so quickly, would she? * Just two hours ago, she was still lying on the chair, sticking her plump, white, and tender buttocks out, waiting for his big treasure to enter the white tiger's jade gate. How did she become so serious and change her mind? He really couldn't understand this woman's mind. While he was stunned, Lan Mei accelerated her pace and walked to the front gracefully. Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment. When he was about to catch up, he found Zheng Ru walking on the side, so he felt a bit embarrassed and simply turned around to wait for Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, and they went to the cafeteria to eat together.

Lin Dafa took Zheng Tulu to a high-end restaurant in the city and opened a table. To thank him for providing a lot of convenience to his company regarding paperwork issues, Lin Dafa placed 100,000 yuan in front of him again and said with a chuckle: "Director Zheng, this money is to honor you. I've troubled you a lot for the land matter recently."

Because there were only two people in the private room and no one else, Zheng Tulu just chuckled symbolically: "Old Lin, look at you, you're too polite. We're all old acquaintances, why be so polite?" But he didn't make any move to push the money back.

Lin Dafa smirked: "Even brothers settle accounts clearly. Director Zheng, you've troubled yourself a lot for your brother's business recently, so it's only right to reward you."

Zheng Tulu chuckled and said: "Alright then. Since Old Lin has this intention, I'll respectfully obey." As he said this, he wiped the half-a-stack-thick "Mao Zedong" bills placed in front of him off the table and stuffed them into his briefcase, stuffing the briefcase until it was as bulging as his protruding belly.

"Director Zheng, have you had that recently?" After seeing Zheng Tulu put the money away, Lin Dafa asked with a devilish smile.

Zheng Tulu chuckled and pointed at Lin Dafa: "Old Lin, you, you still don't understand me. I'm not very interested in that aspect."

Lin Dafa smirked knowingly, raised a glass of wine, and offered it: "Come, Director Zheng, Old Zhang isn't here today, just the two of us. I'll toast you first."

Zheng Tulu picked up the wine glass, clinked it with him, sipped a glass of wine, put down the glass, picked up some food, ate, and asked: "What is Old Zhang busy with today? Why not call him and ask him to come over? It's lively with more people."

"Old Zhang went to Yuyang today, he can't come. If he could come, I would have called him long ago," Lin Dafa said with a chuckle.

Zheng Tulu raised his eyebrows and asked with a surprised face: "Went to Yuyang? What is he doing in Yuyang?"

"Went to investigate the market, wants to develop the Yuyang market," Lin Dafa said.

After hearing this, Zheng Tulu puffed out a smoke ring and laughed out loud: "You two in-laws are really interesting. You put down your own coal business and ran to Xijing to do real estate, and he wants to enter the Yuyang real estate market. Haha... Old Zhang is probably afraid that you, his in-law, will grab his market."