When you are a gangster, you can kneel behind your back and beg for mercy, but you will lose face in front of others. Gangsters are brutal, and if they lose face, they will lose their prestige, and their subordinates will be ready to move. In front of the leader, Mao Yan, who ate a brute meal, had a quarrel with Zhang Renquan, and also made up his mind not to pay more taxes. Even if Zhang Renquan came to be brutal, he would rather close these two song halls than lose face, and not be the chicken that killed the monkey.

But the next day, someone came to make peace, and it was someone Mao Yan couldn't afford to offend, that is, Gao Bin, deputy political commissar of the Public Security Bureau. Deputy Political Commissar Gao can't help it, his wife works as an accountant in Zhang Weimin's factory, and she gets a salary of five or six hundred yuan for one day a month, and she gets it for three or four years. This favor was asked by his old subordinate Zhang Renquan to study tour rights, and now that the old subordinate has been promoted and encountered difficulties, he, the old leader who owes favors, has to make peace.

The county official is not as good as the current management, as soon as Gao Bin comes forward, he can not be Zhang Renquan's Mao Ling, so he has to complain to this uncle Gao who stammered in a low manner.

"Hey, Mao Yan, don't blame Renquan, he is also bitter. The county wants to do this big project, and the leader presses him to increase taxes by 15 million, what can you do if he doesn't pressure you? ”

"Uncle Gao, I, Mao Ling, am not an unrighteous person. 200,000 is too high, you see I seem to be quite profitable here, but in fact, the expenses are frighteningly high. Just paying the rent of the Federation of Trade Unions in a year will cost 150,000 yuan, as well as workers' wages and favors, and it is impossible to settle it without 200,000 or 300,000 yuan.

If I pay another 200,000 yuan in taxes, let alone make money, it would be good if I didn't lose money. ”

Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is also reasonable, with so much money and so much energy, is it still impossible to help the government make a wedding dress? However, the old oilman Gao Bin will not easily offend Zhang Renquan, even if he prefers this gangster leader who often pays tribute to him, he will only give him some advice secretly.

"Mao Yan, you have an uncle, and I will treat you as a nephew. I'll tell you the truth, Renquan is a person with evil intentions, and the things he did at the beginning, even the people who have been engaged in public security for a lifetime think they are too evil and ruthless.

Now he asked me to talk to you, that is behind you is Jia Ming, he used to rely on Jia Ming to run the way, so he climbed so fast. If you can't talk about it, don't let me talk about it, you will also think about what will happen, right? ”

Mao Yan, who is the leader of the gangsters, can offend Zhang Renquan, who has been transferred out of the judicial system, but he never dares to offend Gao Bin, who is in power, seeing that people are wearing a pair of pants, he has no choice but to sacrifice the boss as a protective umbrella. You Zhang Renquan relied on the promotion of the county magistrate Liu, and Jiaming can still make the county magistrate Liu disgraced!

"Uncle Gao, if you don't do this, let Zhang Ju go to find a family and talk about it. Speaking of which, I Mao Ling is the leader, but in fact, Jia Ming is the leader, and we all listen to him.

The money for opening these two fields was earned by Jiaming selling bamboo shoots with us, and he also asked me to take a group of village boys at the beginning, so as not to let them go the wrong way. As long as Jiaming nods, we promise not to even let out a fart, and we will do whatever he says! ”

Isn't that the end of it? You are afraid of Zhang Renquan really turning his face, and people are still afraid of Jia Ming.

Seeing that this stupid boy understood, Gao Bin, who didn't like singing, was not interested in staying here, put down the glass teacup and got up to leave, Mao Ling hurriedly went to the counter and took a 'Hibiscus King' trot over, and forced it into the car of Deputy Political Commissar Gao. After sending off the guests, Mao Ling called Jiang Jingshan, the dog-headed military master, to the private room to discuss for a while, and estimated that the county was studying at night, so the two of them drove the old Santana with the façade to guard Li Jiaming at the gate of the county center.

Mao Yan is a particular person, knowing that Li Jiaming takes the matter of reading very seriously, so he set an example not to provoke students, and even set rules for the gangsters on the street - if you don't have anything serious, you can't step into the school for half a step!

In the first two years, there were two or three little gangsters who didn't know the height of the sky, molesting the little girl at the gate of the second middle school, but the next day they all had a blue nose and swollen face, and knelt at the door of the second middle school for a day, and since then the school has become a forbidden place for gangsters. This is also one of the reasons why Mao Yan gambled and lent money, but he had a good reputation on the street. After all, everyone has children, and they all hope that their children will be promising, and they don't want their children to be hooligans and sisters.

The weather was very cold in early spring, and the two of them drove to a remote place one hundred and eighty meters away from the county gate to park, and Jiang Jingshan, who looked like a dog, went to the school gate to wait for someone. This is also what Li Jiaming taught in the past, to be high-profile in doing things, to be low-key, especially when you come out to mix, you must make a fortune in a muffled voice and not be arrogant.

After waiting for half an hour, Li Jiaming, who was carrying his schoolbag, was late, and Mao Ling hurriedly got out of the car, and waited for him to get in the car before getting in again.

"Yo, isn't there any trouble to be so respectful today?"

"Jiaming, don't laugh at me. Zhang Renquan didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, and said that he wanted me to pay 200,000 yuan in taxes this year. ”

Liwei?

It's not like, if you want to be powerful, you shouldn't use Mao Ling as a chicken.

"From beginning to end, don't miss anything."

Li Jiaming is a god, how dare Mao Yan hide anything, and hurriedly told him all about yesterday's conflict and today's Gao Bin's statement and 1510.

"Jiaming, I always feel that this is wrong, shouldn't the county have the money to repair that tunnel?"

Hey, Lao Ding, they are in too much of a hurry, and the plan has not come out, how can they do it first? For this kind of thing, it's best to wait for about 1/5 of the construction to start, tie everyone to the chariot, and then do it! In other words, Lao Liu is too fine, and he always wants to do the most work at the least cost.

How can you be entangled in small sections when doing big things?

After a little groaning, Li Jiaming rolled down the window of the car, rushed to Jiang Jingshan, who was standing far away and did not enter the car, and said, "Jingshan, go buy some fruit." ”

"Hey"

"Mao Yan, you handed over 150,000 yuan to the Federation of Trade Unions, will all of them be handed over to the unit, or will you give it to a private person?"

"80,000 for the public and 70,000 for the leaders."

Li Jiaming silently counted the storefronts under the office buildings of each unit, and couldn't help but laugh that everyone was 'dark under the lights', and they didn't want tens of millions of cash, but instead hit their minds on private heads.

Waiting for Jiang Jingshan to trot to deliver a large bag of various fruits, Li Jiaming got out of the car to take the fruits, rode on his mountain bike, and explained: "Forget it, when the weekend comes, you go and ask the leaders of the local tax to have a meal, sing a song, and give them a step." ”

Concerned about it, Mao Yan hurriedly asked: "Jiaming, do you still have to pay the 200,000?" ”

"Pick up the birds!"

"Hey"

Zhang Renquan wanted to do big things, and he didn't dare to give the other party any chance to attack, but he didn't honestly watch TV at home and take care of the children. Seeing that Li Jiaming came with a schoolbag and a bag of fruits, Zhang Renquan's wife hurriedly got up to make tea and said with a smile: "Jiaming, something?"

The main owner was not at home, Li Jiaming drank a cup of tea, left the bag of fruit and left. But when he rode leisurely downstairs to his house, Santana, which was parked next to the clump of phoenix tails in the courtyard, flashed his lights a few times.

"Jiaming"

It's a little interesting, and you don't go upstairs when you get to the door?

Li Jiaming rode a mountain bike, turned to the front of the Santana car, and joked: "Brother Quan, my aunt is your aunt, right?" ”

"Moti, you want to take the college entrance examination, how dare I go upstairs to delay your study?"

"What's the matter?"

"Come in and talk about it, a matter of a few minutes."

It's still that thing, I want Mao Ling to take the lead in paying more taxes.

"Jiaming, I can't help it. The shops on the street, the bigger ones, are your decoration shops, furniture stores, and song halls.

I talked to Uncle Chuanjian, and they were going to merge the store into Uncle Chuanlin's company, but I didn't have any way, so only the song hall would set an example. If the song hall doesn't pay it, will the shopkeeper in the back listen? ”