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Now that Li Baoqiang's wife has spoken, the other women have also shut their mouths and stopped being pretentious.

Today's visit to heaven and earth is purely an official activity, and it is definitely not about stealing favors and jade.

My men will be honest and will not do anything extraordinary.

Then just sit down and watch the show and listen to Wang Zhiming’s popular science.

Wang Zhiming also showed no reservations and shared the gains of being an otaku in his previous life.

However, in the process of explaining and commenting, Wang Zhiming also developed respect for Brother Hu, the kind of respect that one would have for an art master.

The Japanese woman on the stage is not actually a real Japanese actress, but under the deliberate training of Brother Hu and Sister Hu, she looks very much like her.

This is not only due to Brother Hu and Sister Hu, but also to the innate genes of those Japanese women.

Wang Zhiming pondered.

"Now, please invite Teacher Cang to the stage,"

Following the host's voice, a Japanese woman with a childlike face, big breasts and a beautiful figure walked onto the stage.

There was a commotion in the venue, and some people even stood up excitedly. Finally, they sat down awkwardly under the threatening gazes of the vigilant soldiers around them.

"It looks like, it really looks like, Teacher Cang is so powerful,"

Wang Zhiming couldn't help but stand up and stared at the woman on the stage with wide eyes.

"Teacher Cang, you have a round face, a good figure, strong physical fitness, and a good plan for your own development path, which means you have a high IQ.

However, she likes to take off her clothes and have sex, which I don't like very much. I might as well put on some stockings to lighten the mood.

In addition, he has a rough voice and a bold personality, but many otakus just like this, so this has become an advantage.

In short, Teacher Cang is the dream goddess of otakus,"

Wang Zhiming finished speaking in one breath, regardless of the eye rolls from everyone, and continued to look at Teacher Cang on the stage intently.

"Teacher Cang" on the stage bowed obediently and raised his head, with a pair of clear eyes emitting pure light and a faint smile on his face.

For a moment, the venue was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned, Teacher Cang was so powerful, and everyone was shouting in their hearts.

At this time, silence was better than sound, and the host smiled proudly. The effect was great.

But next, the host actually took out a piece of rice paper and a large writing brush from behind.

Everyone was stunned again, including Li Baoqiang and others in the private room.

Brother Long didn't explain, he was secretly proud of himself and wanted this effect.

Teacher Cang took the brush and walked to the table that had been prepared. Someone had already laid out the long piece of rice paper. Teacher Cang was going to show off his calligraphy live.

Everyone craned their necks and waited eagerly, writing quickly and quickly. After a few minutes, Teacher Cang finished writing.

Holding the rice paper high, there are five big characters on the rice paper, "Good evening, everyone", written vigorously and powerfully.

There was a commotion under the stage, and the noise seemed to break through the roof and reach into the sky.

The male host chuckled proudly again. This was his idea. I believe that the next auction of Mr. Cang's first night rights will achieve great results.

As expected, when he announced that the auction for "Teacher Cang's" first night rights would now begin, the audience's emotions exploded.

"I'll pay five thousand,"

A local dog barked, and before he could finish his words, there were boos.

"You bitch, five thousand pieces of shit. This is Teacher Cang. It costs at least six thousand."

A local dog next to him touched his pocket confidently, which also received a round of boos.

The host smiled lightly: "The starting price is 500,000 yuan, and the additional price starts from 10,000 Chinese yuan,"

There was silence in the audience, and someone muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, gold or diamonds, it's so expensive."

Some people secretly cursed: "The exchange rate between heaven and earth is too low. In the previous life, one gram of gold worth more than 300 yuan was only exchanged for 50 Chinese yuan. It's really shameful.

I should have brought more gold bars here, but even if I brought them all, it wouldn't be enough for the price. It seems I have to continue searching when I go back."

Li Baoqiang looked back at Brother Long, who said with a stern look on his bald head: "This is all Chairman Song's idea,"

"Haha, this is an incentive. Even if the auction fails, it is still a success.

I believe that next time these people come to heaven and earth, they will bring us more gold bars,"

"Oh, that's it, high, really high,"

Everyone suddenly realized that Song Yuanchao was talented.

Although the auction failed, the atmosphere at the scene was still lively and the programs were diverse and dazzling.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, and the opening ceremony is about to end. I believe that all the dining and entertainment venues will be packed tonight. Li Baoqiang and others are full of confidence.

Suddenly, a security guard pushed open the door and whispered a few words in Brother Hu's ear. Brother Long turned around and walked out of the private room.

After a while, Brother Hu came back, walked to Song Yuanchao and said: "Chairman, there is an old friend of yours outside who wants to see you."

Song Yuanchao thought for a while and didn't expect to see any old friends here, so he nodded to Li Baoqiang and walked out of the private room.

As soon as I came out of the private room, I saw a middle-aged man with a square head and a big official face standing outside the door. It was the middle-aged man with a sloppy back and black square-framed glasses in the audience.

"I knew it was Director Song, uh, now it's Chairman Song,"

The man took the initiative to reach out his hand, his movements should be more official, more official, very enthusiastic and without any pretense.

"Well, you are,"

Song Yuanchao didn't remember who this was for a moment.

"Haha, you are such a noble person and forget things. I am Yu Deshui from Beitai County. I am the deputy county magistrate and the president of the Charity Federation of Beitai County. We met during the meeting in Chengdu, haha."

President Yu Deshui looked unfazed, as if he and Song Yuanchao were brothers, cordial and calm.

"Uh, I remembered, Yu Deshui, Yu County Magistrate,"

Song Yuanchao seemed a little impressed.

"I don't know what you want from me,"

Song Yuanchao was not very interested in getting water. The deputy county magistrate is such a big official.

Although Song Yuanchao was in the right position in his previous life, compared to the deputy county magistrate, he was a local emperor. He was unequivocal and had great power.

"I learned that Lao Song was promoted, so I came here to congratulate you. Also, I want to offer some advice to the autonomous region. Haha, it will definitely be of great benefit,"

"What a plan,"

Song Yuanchao asked nonchalantly. Yu Deshui was full of enthusiasm, but it was always a bit uncomfortable.

"Look, why don't we find a place to talk in detail? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's sit down and have a good chat. I'll give you a report specifically,"

"Just a moment,"

Song Yuanchao thought for a while, then turned around and entered the private room, with the water brushing his back and his face looking determined to win.

Song Yuanchao explained the situation to Li Baoqiang. Since someone wanted to offer advice, Li Baoqiang naturally welcomed it.

When the ladies saw that the men were discussing important matters, they also took the initiative to go back to the hotel.

Of course, before leaving, they gave their husbands a stern look. What do you mean? The men all knew that they couldn't mess around tonight.

…

"Tell me what strategy you have to offer,"

Song Yuanchao said to Yu Deshui, who was sitting upright on the sofa.

Yu Deshui looked around at the people in the private room. From his official experience, Yu Deshui understood that the protagonist was the commander Li Baoqiang.

Although this Li Baoqiang was young, he had sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and a strong aura. He exuded a majestic aura that made Yu Deshui a little panicked.

The good thing is that De Shui has been working hard in the officialdom for many years, and he has already developed a bastard spirit. He can calm his mind and express his thoughts.

"Commander, Chairman, this is what I think. In troubled times, people are struggling to survive, and there are many victims in need of assistance. In order to speed up the development of charity in our autonomous region, further improve the social security system, and better help poor groups solve practical difficulties, I think that throughout the autonomous region, It is necessary to organize and carry out donation activities for needy people and socially disadvantaged groups in a unified manner, which is referred to as "Charity One Day Donation".

In accordance with the principle of voluntariness, agencies, schools, troops, groups, enterprises, and institutions donate one day's saved office funds, and each cadre and employee donates one day's salary. The funds raised from the activities are centralized and managed by charity associations at all levels throughout the autonomous region. It is included in the charity fund system and is specially used to help people in need. I once served as the president of the County Charity Federation, and I originally intended to dedicate myself to the charity of the autonomous region."

Li Baoqiang listened patiently, but in the end he couldn't help but cursed.

"Donate to your sister for one day of charity, get out of here."