Liu Mingjie didn't expect that Zhang Yan was so thick-skinned. His parents were around him and dared to tease him. His face turned red and he served the rice silently. He didn't dare to look up at Zhang Yan. At that time, Zhou Yulan was a little embarrassed and knocked her son with a rolling pin and said, "Be honest, go wash your hands quickly." Only then did Liu Mingjie get out of her dilemma.

At the dinner table, Zhou Yulan and Zhang Yurong talked about the importance of learning. Youth cannot be wasted on boring things. Zhang Yan couldn't even get a word, and Liu Mingjie's face became redder and lower, almost the same as the food in her job.

After a meal, Liu Mingjie blushed and went to the kitchen to wash dishes, but Zhou Yulan drove her out. After sitting for a while, Liu Mingjie politely said goodbye to Zhou Yulan and ended the home visit. Zhang Yan volunteered to send Liu Mingjie home.

"It's all your fault. People have not been so embarrassed yet." On the sidewalk, Liu Mingjie pushed the cart and complained to Zhang Yan. The snow had almost stopped when it fell, with only a few sparse snowflakes falling from the sky. On the windy and snowy nights, most of them stayed at home, and there were very few people on the streets.

Zhang Yan smiled and scratched his hair: "Actually, I can't blame me, it's mainly because you are too ugly. There is no saying that is called an ugly wife, oh."

However, Liu Mingjie was angry that he was talking nonsense, and grabbed a ball of snow from the ground and stuffed it into Zhang Yan's collar. Zhang Yan bowed his head and bent down to get the snow ball out. He also grabbed a ball of snow ball and wanted to pay back one. Liu Mingjie was not willing to let him go, and he blocked it. Seeing the snow ball shaking in front of him, he felt panic and giggled: "Good brother, I know I was wrong, please spare me."

Seeing that she was smiling like a flower, Zhang Yan was softly begging her, and his heart moved, and he whispered: "It's okay to spare you, but you have to promise me something."

Liu Mingjie had already smiled a little softly and nodded repeatedly, "Brother, please spare me."

"Okay, let me kiss you, and I'll spare you."

Liu Mingjie stopped smiling: "I just knew you didn't care... well."

Before she could finish her words, Zhang Yan hugged Liu Mingjie and blocked her mouth hard. The snow stopped at some point. The moon was exposed from behind the clouds, sprinkling the moonlight on the plain-covered earth, looking curiously at the young men hugging tightly on the earth.

"You know how to bully me." Liu Mingjie's face was still blushing. She was very angry at Zhang Yan's evil deeds, and she didn't dare to say more, for fear of being hit again.

"Well, this is my job. When I go to college, I will further bully you." Zhang Yan looked at Liu Mingjie with a smile, looking like a cat that had stole a fishy cat.

"Shameless!" A woman's scream came from a distance. Zhang Yan and Liu Mingjie were stunned and looked at the shouting place together. Zhang Yan's eyes were a little myopic, and only saw two women quarreling. Liu Mingjie's eyes were pointed and she couldn't help but say strangely: "Isn't that Dr. Murong?"

Now Zhang Yan couldn't stay out of the matter and walked over with Liu Mingjie. At this time, snow was covered everywhere, and the moon shone the earth like daytime. Zhang Yan also saw clearly the appearance of the woman who was quarreling with Murong Xue, and was shocked again. The woman was selling the mother of the boy she saw as a cow.

Zhang Yan pulled Liu Mingjie and shook his head at her. Sometimes no one can help with this kind of thing. Liu Mingjie looked at Murong Xue and seemed to understand something. She lowered her head. When she lifted it up again, her eyes turned red. She said to Zhang Yan with a clear saying: "There is no good thing for men!"

Zhang Yan looked awkward and didn't know how to make any excuses. Sometimes there was no way for men and women to reason.

After returning home, my mother had already packed up the dishes and chopsticks. My father was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The Philips black and white TV looked a little eye-catching, but the effect was still very clear. Zhang Yan walked to the edge of the sofa and said, "Dad, you can't do party school today?"

"I won't go back. Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll take the morning car back on Monday." Zhang Yurong looked at Zhang Yan carefully and hit her fist. "Good boy, I haven't seen each other for two months, and I've become much stronger. I'll be like a man. When I'm not at home, you have to think about things more and you can't just let your mother worry about it."

"Yeah, I understand. I can do the family affairs. Dad, your task is to build a municipal level."

Zhang Yurong laughed in silence: "Silly kids, how can it be that easy? I stayed at the county troop level for a few years and then waited for retirement. Fifty-five years old is a hurdle, and I can't get through it. Lao Ma has helped him, but there is no big problem at the municipal level."

Zhang Yan nodded, and felt guilty arises. After rebirth, he spent most of his thoughts on his girlfriend and didn’t care much about his father’s affairs. Now it should be time to pave the way for his father. Zhang Yan looked at the TV and had already thought about it. He didn’t know the officialdom, but he knew one thing. If his father took a normal path, he would definitely not have made much progress.

"Dad, I don't know much about promotion in the officialdom. Tell me what's going on?"

Zhang Yurong looked at Zhang Yan with some surprise. His son usually doesn’t care about the affairs of the officialdom at all. Why did he change his temper today? But a child is good at ease, so it’s better to know more about this: “Is it necessary to get promoted in the officialdom? One is to get political achievements, this is a hard indicator, and everything else can be missing. Only with political achievements can superiors promote you naturally, colleagues will not be jealous, and subordinates can support you. If you go to the door to build relationships, no matter how fast you climb, you will fall down.”

"Dad, what kind of political achievements do you need to be promoted to the municipal level?"

"Do you think this is buying something? It's not that if you have good political achievements, you will definitely get promoted, but"

At this moment, the picture on the TV changed, and a construction site of a heat appeared. The audio-visual sounded "Pudong Economic Development Zone is located east of the Huangpu River and west of the Yangtze River estuary. It is located at the intersection of the midpoint of my country's coastline and the estuary of the Yangtze River. It is close to the old city of Shanghai with a strong foundation and the Yangtze River Delta with abundant resources and a unique geographical advantage. The completion of the Pudong Economic and Technological Development Zone is for promoting my country's reform and opening up... "

Zhang Yurong pointed to the TV, "For example, if you create an economic and technological development zone, as long as it is one-tenth of the Pudong Development Zone, that's fine. Now it's the economy leader. Such a large development zone can be listed as a national economic and technological development zone, so the director of the development zone will rise and will be directly promoted to the deputy department level."

"It seems that it hasn't been much higher?" Zhang Yan frowned, feeling that he was still half a level away from the municipal level, and it was quite rare to say that he was promoted.

"Silly boy, your father is now the deputy county and regiment level promoted by a chief clerk. The administrative level is level 9. After being promoted to the deputy department, the administrative level is level 6, which is equivalent to being upgraded to three levels in a row. This is not called high? What is high? "Zhang Yurong laughed at this point: "I said the shadowless thing as the real thing. My son quickly went to read the book. Learning the study is the most important thing."

Zhang Yan nodded and walked into his room. He had already started thinking about how to build an economic and technological development zone. The first thing he needed to build a development zone was money. Even the worst three-way and one square meter would be tens of millions. If the five-way and one square meter were spent, it would be even more expensive, and there would be no 100 million or 200 million.

As for the household registration enterprises in the development zone, Zhang Yan also had some clues in his heart. The Russians happened to fall next year, and this year they would seize the time to get close to the Russians. The large factories in the Far East were quite large in scale. After August 19, taking advantage of the large-scale depreciation of the ruble, they would just take over one of them. It would be a asset worth tens of billions of dollars. Packaging them would be high-quality foreign investment. If all the Russians and many large factories were collected back, the development zone would be tens of billions of dollars at once, and a national-level development zone would be stable.

However, although the idea is good, it is still not OK to have money. Even if the Russian ruble depreciates by a thousand times, the cost of acquiring a large factory is not a decimal. If you do more than tens of millions of dollars, it is impossible to get the money you can use with tens of millions of dollars. Now Zhang Yan can only use tens of thousands of dollars, which can't even get a fraction of the money you can't get.

It seems that I still have to worry about my old business and start futures trading!

The next morning, Zhang Yan took out the membership card of the Jinzhou Futures Exchange, wanting to understand the market and try his skills. But what he didn't expect was that he couldn't find a way to trade. First, he didn't have a computer, second, he had a computer, no network, and no trading software. The most serious thing is that the Jinzhou Futures Exchange has no electronic information, and only the securities newspaper has related trading markets.

Damn! Zhang Yan summarized that if he wanted to sit at home to do trading, he would first develop a set of central information processing software for Jinzhou Futures Trading Center, then upgrade the network to Telecom, and explain to Intel how to change the complex instruction set of CPU into a streamlined version. After enjoying the excellent services of the 21st century, Zhang Yan found that he was no longer used to life without these conveniences.
Chapter completed!