The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Yes! It's the one where he asks, you answer, and then it's written on a piece of paper," Zhang Yuze gestured with his hand and said.

"Oh! That one! No, I clearly just gave that lady a simple massage. Those cops insisted I was doing some 'big job.' Screw his mother! So when they wanted my fingerprints, I didn't give them. I'm not stupid," Qiu Zhenhua said to Zhang Yuze, clearly frustrated. The treatment he received had left Qiu Zhenhua very dissatisfied.

"Damn it, that's really too much. How can they do that? Isn't that a blatant reversal of right and wrong? Boss, you have to think of something!" Lin Kunhong looked at Zhang Yuze with some anxiety, filled with righteous indignation.

Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes, looked at Lin Kunhong, and smiled faintly, saying, "It's okay, I won't let this kind of thing happen."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuze called his father. He was also very helpless. Originally, he didn't want to trouble his father with such a small matter. After all, Zhang Yaoguo had just become the district chief, and his position wasn't very stable. If he interfered too much, it wouldn't be good. But Zhang Yuze now had to ask him to step in, because this matter happened in his jurisdiction. Both emotionally and rationally, it was something Zhang Yaoguo should be concerned about.

At this time, Zhang Yaoguo was in the district chief's office, holding a district chief's office meeting, when suddenly his personal phone rang. Originally, he didn't want to answer the call, but seeing the phone ringing urgently, he picked it up and saw that it seemed to be from his son. Zhang Yaoguo frowned, wondering what his son wanted. He knew his son well; he wouldn't call unless there was something special. After thinking about it, Zhang Yaoguo nodded to the several deputy district chiefs beside him and answered the phone.

The deputy district chiefs returned Zhang Yaoguo's smile. Although the office meeting was a serious matter, there was generally an unwritten rule that you couldn't answer the phone during the meeting, so these deputy district chiefs tried to turn off their phones. Of course, if it was their boss, no one would dare to say anything. Although there was only a one-word difference between deputy district chief and district chief, people within the system knew that the power was vastly different. As district chief, although he couldn't directly appoint or remove deputy district chiefs, he had ways to marginalize them. For example, the greatest administrative powers were finance, land resources, the construction committee, public utilities, and local taxation. If a deputy district chief didn't listen, the district chief could completely adjust their responsibilities. He could find an excuse to transfer a heavyweight district chief in charge of land resources, the construction committee, and local taxation to be in charge of the Women's Federation, religious affairs, and the Veteran Cadre Bureau. The difference was obvious.

After Zhang Yaoguo heard what Zhang Yuze said on the phone, he frowned, feeling puzzled. This little thing actually required him to step in. Zhang Yaoguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he thought that the person might be his son's good friend. He thought about the incident his son had planned for him last time, which prevented him from being too passive at the first Standing Committee meeting and allowed him to win the position of executive deputy director, which could be regarded as temporarily gaining a foothold.