Qin Kewang couldn't think of who made the secretary and the mayor look at him. This matter is put aside for the time being, and the only way to repay the secretary and mayor for their kindness is to work hard.

At this time, Jing Changgeng was sitting in Mayor Fang Jinzhong's office. He came to the mayor to ask for policy. To put it bluntly, one is to compile, and the other is to have money.

Jing Changgeng's work ability is very strong. In the past, he just went headlong into the pursuit of immortals, and he didn't take his work seriously at all. Now looking at these students in Qilin City, everyone is learning to make money, and all of them have such a high level of cultivation.

Zhang Qiusheng's words made Jing Changgeng feel very deeply, you look at those who have become immortals, which one is not an expert in a certain work? Drinking wine can make a fairy, and drinking tea can make a fairy. Alchemy, in fact, is a chemist, alchemy can also refine an immortal, and Chen Kuan Ancestor can sleep an immortal when he sleeps. Do you think that immortals meditate all day long?

Jing Changgeng decided to work hard from now on. The general leaders of bureaus and committees are a little cramped in front of the mayor, especially the unfamiliar mayor. Jing Changgeng didn't, he only had a sense of crampedness towards people with high cultivation.

Jing Changgeng stated the reasons for the preparation to Mayor Fang. The current transportation bureau is strict and overstaffed, and it is not right for me to ask the mayor for the staff. But I still have to, because no one can do anything, or no one can do good things.

I only need two or three people who can take the lead. First, the bridge and the highway stalls will be set up, and then the mechanism will be slowly adjusted, and the diversion of the diversion will be streamlined.

Wait, Fang Jinzhong interrupted Jing Changgeng's words and asked, "What did you mean by the highway just now?" ”

Oh, Mayor Fang, that's how I see it. From the perspective of the overall environment and long-term vision, the country will definitely vigorously develop expressways in the future. I have heard that the state is now working on the construction of an east-west highway.

The highway will be built by the provinces and municipalities in sections. First of all, of course, the provincial capitals of successive provinces, and other prefecture-level cities will depend on how they fight for it. If we build the highway through the provincial capital in Qilin City first, then we don't need to make too much effort in the future, and this east-west passage will definitely pass through Qilin City.

And the Qilin Bridge we are currently going to build also happens to be a project connecting the north and south of the river. We're all ready, can other cities grab it? That really doesn't make sense.

Fang Jinzhong was moved, and asked worriedly: "The amount of money needed to build the expressway is astronomical, and there is no money in the city, do you have a way to solve it?" ”

The current length of the highway from Qilin to Fuyun is 212 kilometers, passing through three prefecture-level cities. If a highway is built, it will be about 160 kilometers to build bridges in the mountains and waters. It is divided between the three prefectures and cities, and the Qilin City is only 50 to 60 kilometers at most.

According to the calculation of 30 million funds per kilometer, 60 kilometers require 1.8 billion funds. You can ask the Provincial Department of Transportation for a little, and the Provincial Department can't give much, but you can make start-up capital and then raise capital to buy shares. The expressway is a profitable highway, and if it can raise 500 million to 700 million yuan, it can use future tolls as a guarantee to borrow money from banks.

If you run to ask for money in other cities before they realize the importance of the expressway, you may be able to get a little.

Fang Jinzhong nodded, thought for a while and said, "You go back and write a report, the importance and necessity of the expressway, etc., just like you just said." Give it to me in a week. ”

Hey, Mayor Fang, you haven't agreed to my request yet. I want people who can do things, and I want money that can do things.

Fang Jinzhong nodded and said, "Well, I can only give you one for the time being." We'll see how it goes later. Also, money, you don't have any money in the Transportation Bureau? Even if your transportation bureau has money, right? ”

Of course there is money. But that's just money to live a small life. I want money to do big things. Bridges, high-speeds, all have to be demonstrated by experts. Throw a lot of money at these experts. Don't worry, mayor, listen to me.

First of all, the arguments made by experts are standardized, scientific and authoritative. Secondly, in the process of argumentation, the experts are tantamount to propaganda for us, and the argument comes out before the rumor comes out, and all sides know that we are going to build bridges and highways. It's too late for someone else to grab it.

Thirdly, the majority of the project is reviewed by these experts or their students. Will they disprove their own arguments or those of their teachers?

Well, it makes sense, it makes sense. This Jing Changgeng is a capable person. Li Huiyuan found a serious person this time. Fang Jinzhong asked, "How much are you going to want?" ”

We still have 1.2 million unplanned funds from the Transportation Bureau, and we ask the city to give another 1 million. I found ten experts, and one expert couldn't be invited without 200,000 yuan.

Fang Jinzhong simply nodded, but added: "Money should be saved." Don't be outraged. Use where it should be used, and save where it should be saved. ”

The city's financial situation in the first quarter of this year is very good, and it is expected that it will not be bad for the whole year. So Fang Jinzhong is more generous. Li Huiyuan wanted to take over a Provincial Games, but Fang Jinzhong was dizzy by his nagging.

Now, the errand of building sports venues has been taken over by the 21st Middle School, and the government's hands are more relaxed. Therefore, whoever dares to infringe on the rights and interests of several companies in the twenty-first middle school, Fang Jinzhong will be the first to destroy him. Qi Hanming was delusional in the dark, completely unaware that his career had reached its peak.

Zhang Qiusheng thought that he could be quiet in the ward for a few days. It's okay, four people can just get together a table of poker. But contrary to his wishes, Gu Yulong must have come, so did Ji Shouren, and even Wang Shaoyang came.

Although Wang Shaoyang is not afraid of killing, he is extremely superstitious. The brothers were all disheartened and didn't get together often, so he was afraid that the unjust souls of Chen and Yu Huaping would settle accounts with him. His family didn't dare to stay inside, so he ran back to his mother's house.

Ding Xiuqin told her son that it was Zhang Qiusheng who saved him. Wang Shaoyang really doesn't know who rescued him from the detention center. At that time, Lichen said that he saved him, and Wang Shaoyang believed it. Now my mother said that Zhang Qiusheng saved him, and he believed it.

Wang Shaoyang didn't care who saved him at all. Lichen said that he saved him, and he wanted to kill him. Even if Zhang Qiusheng didn't save him, he still had to stammer. The brothers are right, it is unlucky to be against Zhang Qiusheng, and it is rich to have a good relationship with Zhang Qiusheng. Gu Yulong and Ji Shouren both became millionaires in the blink of an eye.

Ding Xiuqin was very happy when she heard her son say that she was going to the hospital to see Zhang Qiusheng. This time I didn't sit in vain, and I finally became sensible. Ding Xiuqin is a responsible person, and called Hu Bin's mother to say that Zhang Qiusheng is in the hospital, when will we go to see.

Hu Bin's mother said she went last night. Zhang Qiusheng They all like to drink the chicken soup she boiled, and she plans to give it back tonight. Ding Xiuqin hurriedly said let me come at noon, we can't be ungrateful.

These middle-aged women, regardless of their appearance and personality, are good at housework. After talking to Hu Bin's mother on the phone, Ding Xiuqin immediately went to buy chicken.

When Ding Xiuqin prepared the chicken soup and sent it to the hospital, there were many people in the ward. What surprised her was that the fathers of Cao Zhongmin, Qin Chuan, and Li Changjiang were all there. These three children turned out to be his son's followers, and Ding Xiuqin knew them.

Qin Chuan's father is now the president of the Municipal Intermediate Court, and Ding Xiuqin heard Jiang Bingnan say it. Seeing the politeness of these three officials to Zhang Qiusheng, they were not allowed to play with Shao Yang under the pretense that their sons were not allowed to play with them.

These three senior officials were all tiger-faced when they went to Ding Xiuqin's house, and Shaoyang was not allowed to take their children to fool around. However, they are as easy-going and affectionate as they are to Zhang Qiusheng and their peers.

Cao Yongyong and the three of them came out of the twenty-first middle school, and they decided to be treated by Qin Kewang at noon today. It was still early to eat, and the three of them came to the hospital to visit their injured classmates.

Zhang Qiusheng introduced Cao Yongyong to them without discrimination. Cao Yongyong shook his hand and said, no need to introduce, everyone knows each other.

The three heavyweights of the Kirin Municipal Law system and the bosses of Kirin Road talked to each other in this ward. Until Ding Xiuqin brought chicken soup.

Cao Yongyong jokingly said, "Ding Xiuqin, your chicken soup is boiled well." I smell incense from afar. Come on, come on, give me a bowl first. ”

Zhang Qiusheng shouted: "Hey, Uncle Cao, this is a belt for the wounded." Qin Kewang also took a bowl of soup, and said unceremoniously: "Not bad, not bad, it smells good." Everybody's even. ”

Li Mantun hurriedly ran over to grab the bowl, and Wu Yan and Li Xiuying also came over. Zhang Qiusheng hurriedly said: "Wu Yan, it's no wonder to me. I said leave some for you, and they didn't rob it. ”

Everyone giggled, no big or small, and they scrambled to be the first, and the chicken soup in a casserole was gone in a blink of an eye. Wu Yan said to Zhang Qiusheng: "I don't care, next time there is chicken soup, you must leave us two bowls first." ”

Just at this time, Zheng Yanhong came, bringing not only chicken soup but also food. Two people in police uniforms followed Zheng Yanhong in, followed by Hua Hanzhou and Han Guanyang.

A man in a police uniform looked at Cao Yong, who was gnawing on chicken bones, and said, "Hey, old Cao, why are you here?" ”

Cao Yongyong continued to gnaw on the bones and replied vaguely: "Why can't I be here, this is your home?" ”

The one in the police uniform did not entangle with Cao Yongyong, looked at the empty casserole that Ding Xiuqin was cleaning up, and then looked at the casserole that Zheng Yanhong was carrying, opened it and took a look, and was ready to take a bowl of soup. Zhang Qiusheng shouted: "Don't, this is to comfort the wounded." ”

The man was not convinced, and said, "Lao Cao is drunk, why can't I drink?" ”

Zhang Qiusheng said mercilessly: "I have a relationship with Uncle Cao, what do I have a relationship with you?" "These two people in police uniforms are members of the Secret Service Group. They must have come to continue to pull Zhang Qiusheng into the water.

This person didn't care about Zhang Qiusheng's attitude, continued to scoop the soup, and then looked for chicken gizzards and other chops in the casserole. In the end, he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a relationship, we will have a friendship soon." ”

There are too many ordinary people here. The affairs of the special service team should not be told to outsiders, and this person hurriedly added: "I won't talk about work today, only about friendship." ”

How can we have any friendships to talk about? Zhang Qiusheng immediately replied: "It's best not to talk about work." It's not today, it's never about work. I'm still underage, so what's the job to talk about? "Nima, how far is Lao Tzu in the Broken Cultivation Realm.

These two Gu Yulong and Ji Shuren know each other. That day in the construction site office of No. 21 Middle School, it was one of these two people who drove them away. That kind of mountain of pressure is still fresh in their memories.