I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 3 Urban Management Youth
The young man also noticed Fang Qingye not far away, so he walked over and greeted him with a smile.

"Ye Zi, are you off work?"

"Yes, Dahai, are you still busy?" Fang Qingye replied with a smile.

"I can't compare with you. You guys in the bank wear clean uniforms and are surrounded by beautiful women. Unlike us, we have a lot of troubles and sometimes we get scolded by others." The young man named Dahai sighed and said.

"Nonsense, you asked for this! You refused to go to the unit your father asked you to work for, and insisted on becoming an urban management officer!" Fang Qingye retorted bluntly.

"Hey, I'd love to!"

This young man named Dahai, whose full name is Song Dahai, is Fang Qingye’s childhood friend. The two have been friends since they were young and are close buddies.

He has another identity - the second son of Song Qingdong, known as the richest man in Nanxin.

Speaking of which, Song Dahai is also a weirdo. He didn't do well in school and was sent to the army by his father through connections before he graduated from high school. Instead of going to a good place, he insisted on going to the Xinjiang field troops!
After serving in the army for a few years, he retired and returned to the county town. According to the policy at the time, the government arranged a job for him.

With his father's ability, he could have chosen any position, such as the Personnel Bureau, Urban Construction Bureau, Water Conservancy Bureau, etc., but he didn't go anywhere and instead joined the Urban Management Brigade.

In his words, I am a wild person and cannot sit still in the office. I like to wander around outside all day.

His father was very angry and felt that he could not afford to lose face with this person, so he simply asked him not to go to work, and of course not to enter his own company - he was afraid that he would cause trouble.

Just stay home and I'll support you, can't I?!
He actually disagreed, saying, "I'm young, I have hands and feet, how can I rely on my parents? I still want to contribute to society."

When his father heard this, he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He just gave up and told him to do whatever he wanted.

So, Song Dahai drove his newly purchased BMW X5 to work at the Urban Management Brigade! He had a great time working with his colleagues, but even his 2000 yuan monthly salary wasn't enough to cover his gas bill.
Fang Qingye saw that Song Dahai was working and didn't want to disturb him, so he said a few words and was about to leave, but was stopped by him.

"Hey, let's have hotpot together after get off work? There's a new hotpot restaurant called Chongqing Yard opened on Jinhua Road. The food is pretty good. Why don't we go try it? I'll treat you!" Song Dahai said.

"Okay, I don't have anything to do at night anyway." Fang Qingye agreed readily.

"Find two pretty girls from the industry to have dinner together. Can Chen Meimei come? Make an appointment." Song Dahai smiled and made another request.

"Why did you ask me to make a date? Dahai, you are not attracted to that girl, are you?" Fang Qingye asked back.

"That's not true." Song Dahai quickly denied: "Didn't I say that there are a lot of beautiful girls in your bank? Chen Meimei is especially beautiful. Unlike our Urban Management Brigade, most of them are men. The few women are just dinosaurs."

"I'm afraid Chen Meimei is not available. She has been assigned to help the investigation team sent from the city." Fang Qingye told the truth.

"Municipal Investigation Team, are you investigating the theft of Tenglong Industrial's deposits?" Song Dahai asked in a low voice.

This time it was Fang Qingye's turn to be surprised.

"How could this have reached your ears?"

"Hey, Nanxin is such a small place. Any little disturbance will spread throughout the city, right?" Song Dahai had an expression that said, "You're making a fuss out of nothing and you haven't seen the world."

"My dad told me last night. After hearing the news, he immediately called the company's financial director and asked him to check if there were any problems with the company's accounts. 20 million is not a small amount, after all."

"That's true," Fang Qingye nodded.

"How do you think this could have happened? Is there a traitor in your bank?" Song Dahai had a Sherlock Holmes expression on his face.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. Can't you see we're investigating now?" Fang Qingye retorted unhappily.

"Okay, I won't say any more. I need to be busy. Go find a seat first. I'll come over after get off work. Don't forget."

Seeing Song Dahai about to leave, Fang Qingye hurriedly asked, "Call Liu Dong?"

"He's been busy as a top lately, writing things day and night. I guess he doesn't have time."

Fang Qingye was surprised. "He's just a cadre in the Elderly Affairs Committee. How could he have so much material to write? Is he reading it to those old men and women?" "Don't you know? He was just seconded to the County Party Committee Propaganda Department last week and is busy writing news releases."

That's it!

Song Dahai replied and ran away, shouting at the old man selling strawberries, "Old man, I won't waste my time. You said it's hard to sell strawberries elsewhere, right? Fine, I've bought all these strawberries! Take the money and go home quickly! Get out of this place!"

As he said this, he took out his wallet from his pocket.

shit
He is indeed a rich man.

Fang Qingye sighed and rode away on his scooter.

Liu Dong is his other buddy.

Unlike Song Dahai, who was in the same class in elementary school, Liu Dongjia was from the countryside and only transferred to the county town to go to school in junior high school. He sat at the same table with Song Dahai, and the three of them became close.

He was admitted to Huijing Normal University in the college entrance examination. He originally wanted to be a teacher, but later he took the civil service exam and joined the county Civil Affairs Bureau, where he was assigned to the subordinate unit, the Elderly Affairs Committee.

It was a very deserted unit, and Liu Dong had nothing to do all day. He joked that he had only been dealing with old men and women in his life.

Liu Dong is a literary youth with a romantic side. He likes to write and is very talented. He contributes articles to Jinghai Daily in his spare time. Several of his articles have been published in the newspaper. This probably attracted the attention of the Propaganda Department leaders, and he was drafted into the army to write news and propaganda articles.

Of course, staying in the Propaganda Department is much more promising than the Elderly Affairs Committee.

When I got home, my parents were not there.

Dad Fang Jianwen probably has some social engagements.

Although Chengguan Middle School is only a junior high school, it is an old junior high school in Nanxin County with very high teaching quality. It is the first choice for parents who want their children to go from primary school to junior high school.

Although it is explicitly stipulated that primary and junior high schools are not allowed to have key classes these days, in order to improve the admission rate, various places have unanimously concentrated outstanding teachers of various subjects into a few classes. These classes are not key classes but are better than key classes.

Chengguan Middle School has two such classes in every grade, which naturally attracts many parents.

How to enter the key class?

Principal Fang Jianwen played a decisive role.

Therefore, Fang Jianwen usually has a lot of social engagements, especially during the critical period when students are promoted from primary school to junior high school every year. He receives constant phone calls and comes with people who ask for help from their connections. Fang Qingye remembers that every August during the summer vacation, his father would take his mother to another place to hide for a while in the name of traveling.

There is no way. There are too many people applying, and there are only more than 100 places in the two classes. We can't give them all to people with connections, right?
Therefore, Fang Qingye was no longer surprised that his father often did not eat at home.

My mother, Zhang Meili, is an ordinary primary school teacher, so she naturally has very few social engagements. But now, in addition to teaching, teachers also have to study, attend meetings, and participate in party-building activities, so they get home after six o'clock.

Fang Qing has gotten used to it.

I went back to my bedroom, took off my bank uniform, changed into a jacket and jeans, and put on sneakers. I wrote a note and put it on the coffee table in the living room, telling my mother that I would not be back for dinner that night. Then I went downstairs and rode my scooter straight to Jinhua Road.

Sure enough, I found a hot pot restaurant called "Chongqing Yard". The decoration was quite high-end. It had just opened and the dishes were 12% off, so there were quite a lot of people there today.

The two of them didn't need a private room, so Fang Qingye found an empty seat in the hall, ordered a shabu-shabu hot pot, ordered a few more dishes, made a pot of tea and waited for Song Dahai to arrive.

A few minutes after six o'clock, Fang Qingye looked through the window and saw a white BMW speeding towards him and stopping in front of the hot pot restaurant. Song Dahai got out of the car. He was wearing an urban management uniform and holding a plastic bag in his hand.

Seeing the other party enter the store, Fang Qingye waved, and Song Dahai walked over and sat down opposite him, putting the plastic bag on the table.

There were strawberries inside.

(End of this chapter)