"That's right! Donate!" Hu Dafa raised his hand and pointed to the office hall, in fact, there is really nothing wrong with the decoration of people's offices, clean and spacious, office equipment and furniture are readily available, can you find fault with the newly renovated?" "Your computer, printer! It's old enough, isn't it?

"That's right, the Internet speed is too slow, you can't do anything, who can kill in a hurry!" The old comrade finished dividing the fields after beating the local tyrants, took off his reading glasses, and expressed his opinion affirmatively. A handful of cards, urged several times, almost dropped.

"That's right! Our company is going to donate 1 million yuan to simply buy some office equipment! Computers have to be replaced, printers, photocopies, and other equipment that needs to be used every day can't always be broken! How can we serve the people if it will affect our work?" Hu Dafa smiled with admiration at the old comrade's eyesight.

I'm not here to do business, I'm here to send you money, and you should at least send someone to receive you with a "chief"! 1 million, give it to you, are you still not tempted? Even if there is no shortage of equipment, the money will be given to you, and it would be good to find a way to divide it! At least you can eat a few good meals!

Civil affairs eats appropriations, and there are a number of appropriations every year, and when they are spent, they are gone, and if they can't be spent, they have to be handed back. As for the willingness of someone to donate a large amount, this is the first time it has appeared.

The young man nodded, this matter, his position is really unable to answer to others, and, as far as this matter is concerned, he is really unwilling to blow this young God of Wealth away directly. Regardless of whether it is true or not, you have to report it, see it or not, that is also the meaning of the leader.

"Wait a minute! I'll ask if the leader is there! Please take a seat, Sister Wang will pour some water!" As for those who do things, the attitude should be serious, and as for whether they are serious or not, it depends on the mood; for the God of Wealth who sends money and throws pies from the sky to the ground, he must be polite, so he almost takes out his tea leaves and shares them. It is better to make a rich friend than a few poor relatives in the family.

So saying, the young man walked to another hut and made a phone call.

Hu Dafa sat in the clerk's seat, silently waiting for the news, could it be that when he saw the bureau chief, he really donated 1 million yuan? If people don't want it, what should they do? They have to go home directly! They can only bet all their treasures on people's greed.

But anyone who has been to the agency to do business, naturally understands, the leader is not something that can be seen if he wants to, there is no appointment, there is no relationship, no matter what you do, you will break your head in front of the little ghost in front of the Yama Palace, at least you have to peel off your skin. Hades is not easy to see, and the imps are also difficult.

A few minutes later, the young man walked out with a happy face, "You are really lucky, our director is here, please go over and talk about it in detail! Main Building, Eighth Floor, Room 808! I have already greeted the doorman, when you go in, just register!"

"Oh, thank you, what's our director's last name?"

"The director's surname is Ma!" mentioned the leader's surname, and the young man looked respectful.

Is it so simple? Those who really want to do things can't get in, and the way to send money is smooth, and the whole line is green! Hu Dafa put away the information, smiled politely, turned around and walked out of the office hall, and walked towards the office building with his chest held high.

Sure enough, it was convenient to contact him, and he didn't delay any time, even the doorman gave him a smile, humbly helped Hu Dafa to register, and handed Hu Dafa a card when he left.

"Please swipe your card when you take the elevator, or you won't be able to get up! When you come out, just give it back to me!" The doorman enthusiastically explained the essentials, for fear that the young man who had never seen the world would make some mistakes.

"Oh! thank you!" a card, how many people have been stopped, and a security guard, how many things have been blocked. Hu Dafa went up to the eighth floor smoothly, the spacious corridor was silent, and the doors of each office were closed, who knew who was sitting inside, someone and no one, were they doing things seriously, or chatting to relieve boredom?

Hu Dafa stood in front of Director Ma's office, took a few deep breaths, calmed down his nervousness, he had really seen officials in his life, especially those with "chiefs", the biggest ones were village chiefs and village party secretaries, and the only people who had ever seen formal civil servants with "chiefs" were the directors of the police stations and the warden of the prison.

"Bang bang bang", Hu Dafa knocked lightly on the door, and then put his ear on the scarlet solid wood door, if the knock was too light, the leader's office was too big, I didn't hear it, and I had to knock again.

"Come in!" the leader's voice is not loud, it sounds easy-going, and it is majestic, if you don't have a good ear, you really can't hear what people say.

Hu Dafa twisted the doorknob, pushed open the heavy door, and walked into the spacious and bright office of the director, who was greeted by a newspaper, which almost blocked the director's entire face, and he couldn't see whether the director was male or female, and how old he was. "Director Ma!" Hu Dafa called softly and stood a meter away in front of his desk.

"Wait a minute, I've finished reading this paragraph!" Listening to the voice is a man, he should be not young, as for the rest of the information, it is not certain. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hu Dafa glanced left and right at the layout of the house. The five-meter-wide desk has two computers, a desktop, a notebook, two telephones, a small national flag and a small party flag on an outlet, and a stack of newspapers with a large tea bowl. Leather seats, with a guest sofa on the side, a bookcase behind it, piled with a large number of brand-new books, and a TV opposite it, on which hangs a calligraphy work, "Don't forget the original intention". In the corner stood a cabinet of air conditioners, floor-to-ceiling windows, and two layers of curtains.

"Come, please take a seat!" Director Ma finally put down the newspaper in his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him with a smile. Looking at the appearance, a black face, only about fifty years old, looks young, there is no wrinkle on the chubby face, black and shiny hair, which is enough to prove that the usual nutrition is good, snow-white shirt, with a somewhat loose tie, is quite clean and refreshing. A medallion is pinned to the left side of the chest.

"Hey, thank you, Director Ma!" Hu Dafa bowed lightly and sat opposite the leader.

"Are you?" The leader still has some understanding of Hu Dafa's trap, how can there be such a cheap thing to donate? It's just a little trick, it's okay to fool young subordinates, fool the director, isn't that a joke? Moreover, asking people about donations as soon as they meet makes people feel a little poor and crazy!