Wealth

Youdao means marrying a chicken and a dog, a dog and a dog. As soon as Fan Heng leaves, Zhang Mei has to follow Fan Heng, but her work arrangements are also more troublesome.

Zhang Mei is now the executive deputy director of the Panshi City Bureau of Culture and Education. He has been in charge of cultural and educational work for several years. It stands to reason that it should have been corrected long ago, but this matter has not been implemented.

The reason is also ridiculous. Although the original director of education was able to join the standing committee because of his merit in overthrowing the former deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, he has not been placed in a suitable position for several years, so he has been concurrently the director of the Bureau of Culture and Education.

After all, he still has no roots. There is no one above and no one below. He can only hang so half-dangling. Once he hangs like this, Zhang Mei can't help him upright, so he is still the deputy director of the Bureau of Culture and Education, although he doesn't do the job. But the position cannot be promoted.

As soon as Fan Heng's job is transferred, she will naturally go to Beijing with her. The personnel files have been transferred, but the specific work has not been implemented yet. It is estimated that it will be a while.

"Actually, this is a good thing!" Fan Wubing was very open-minded about this. "Think about it! What a good thing that you are paid but you don't have to go to work? And this is justified, and no one can pick it up. There is something wrong with it!"

"Go go go--" Zhang Mei stared and scolded, "I think you are getting more and more shameless! I have been hiding in Beijing and never come back. My mother hasn't settled accounts with you yet, and now I am here again. Say ***, **Is it itchy?"

Fan Heng smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I always think of my son when I don’t see it. I yell when I see it, you guys! There are so many things in the house that have to be cleaned up, don’t worry about it. I've settled the previous account!"

Since the family is moving to Beijing, basically everything here will be discarded. Although the house has not been resettled for a long time and the furniture is new, it can’t be moved to Beijing. Bar?

Zhang Mei looked at this one. I looked at that one again, but I couldn't let it go. After all, I had used things for so many years, and I said that I would leave it behind.

Finally, Fan Wuyao said. "Mom, did you have anything in Beijing? If you really can't bear to leave these things, you might as well give them away. Anyway, you can still feel personal. When we go over there, I will pack everything!"

"Oh, that's the only way." Zhang Mei also knew that it was unrealistic to take these things away, and finally nodded in agreement.

More troublesome. Mainly Fan Kang. He is now in the second year of high school. If he transfers like this, it will definitely have an impact, especially since the college entrance examination is going to take more than a year. Both Fan Heng and Zhang Mei are a little worried about him, fearing that this transfer will affect him. Academics.

"This matter is not a big problem." Fan Wubing is the most clear about this matter.

What's so much in Beijing? There are so many universities! In other places, there are more wolves and less meat, but in this place, there are more wolves and less meat. In the past two years, people have not had this awareness of ignorance. In two years, there will be immigrants for the college entrance examination.

Fan Kang arrived in Beijing at this time. It can only be said that his luck is extremely good. If he is able to get a general undergraduate degree, once he arrives in Beijing, there is no problem at all in the previous category.

Fan Wubing told everyone about this, and both Zhang Mei and Fan Heng's brows opened. On the contrary, a little bit of joy. After all, his eldest daughter has already gone to Peking University. If Fan Kang can take another Tsinghua exam, the brilliance of that family will be much more dazzling.

But Fan Kang was not happy. With a depressed face, Zhang Mei and Fan Heng were married, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fan Kang's thoughts were vaguely guessed by Fan Wubing. It was related to the vague feelings of boys and girls. He couldn't put his mouth in as a brother. Alas, this matter can only be left alone.

The leaders of the Pingyuan plant have been taking turns to invite Fan Heng to dinner these days. They watched Fan Heng get on the helicopter. From now on, he will be the leader in charge of the military-to-civilian business. Sooner or later, he has to use it. People, not so much embracing the Buddha's feet, it is better to lay a solid foundation now.

Fan Heng was always shirkless, so he brought Fan Wubing with him. It didn’t matter if he didn’t go to school anyway, and Zhang Mei knew that this kid’s heart was long since he was able to do his job. He is wild, in addition to ordering him not to shame the old Fan family, the biggest requirement is to let him get into an ordinary university somehow, so as not to fall into the reputation of Fan family scholarly family. As for whether Fan Wubing is going to class, everyone is now a little uncertain about this matter.

However, the reason why Fan Heng took Fan Wuyi to eat plain rice was not simply to satisfy his appetite. After all, the father and son are people who have met the world, so how could they covet such a small bargain? It’s true that people from the Pingyuan factory sometimes ask for something untimely. Putting it in Fan Heng’s position is difficult and difficult to refuse and agree to. Therefore, bringing Fan Wubing this spirit can also be sloppy. , Cover it.

But today’s meal was a bit uncomfortable, because it was stationmaster Wu and her husband at the factory’s radio station.

The broadcasting station is not in charge of Fan Heng, but because he is in charge of production, he is often interviewed to report on this aspect. The two people still have more time to contact the place, so it is inevitable that they will be familiar with each other. Why does stationmaster Wu invite guests? Fan Wubing also felt very strange.

But during the meal, stationmaster Wu and her husband did not show up.

Fan Heng felt a little embarrassed. This happened. Fan Wuyi used Station Master Wu to make fun of him at the beginning. This time when someone invited him to dinner, he was a bit dilemma. Let's not come. People say they look down on people, come on. , I didn't know what to say, especially Fan Wubing's weird expression made Fan Heng uncomfortable.

Fan Wubing is not very comfortable sitting here, who knows if this beautiful aunt is an admirer of his father Fan Heng, if there is a scandal when parting, it would be a bit annoying.

However, the concerns of the father and son are obviously a bit overwhelming. It turns out that they just wanted to ask Fan Heng for a favor to transfer her husband from the Panshi Glass Factory to the Pingyuan Factory. This matter is usually a bit troublesome to talk about. Shi Fan-Heng was the leader who was about to go to the capital to take up his post. He said a few words to help him when he was parting. The factory leaders would definitely sell his face if he wanted to.

"This matter--" Fan Heng originally didn't want to agree, but as soon as he saw the peachy eyes of the stationmaster Wu, he began to discharge himself watery, so he changed his words quickly, "I will do my best to say it!"

Station Master Wu’s request was approved by Leader Fan, and he was naturally very happy. He inevitably offered a few more glasses of Fan Heng, ten-year-old Baifen wine. Although the entrance was soft, the stamina was great. Shangmei smiled and warmly persuaded Fan Heng to drink up a bit.

When the father and son left Station Master Wu’s house, Fan Heng’s legs became a bit soft when the wind blows. There is no problem in helping Fan Hyung go home.

"Why did you drink like this today?" She didn't expect that Zhang Mei would have waited at home early. Seeing Fan Heng like this, she couldn't help feeling angry, she couldn't help but sneered, "beautiful wine Isn't it delicious? Look, the legs are soft!"

Although Fan Hengren was dizzy, his mind was clear, he was waiting to explain a few sentences, but unexpectedly he was drunk. Fortunately, Fan Wuyi was stable, otherwise he would fall on the floor of the house.

Fan Wubing is naturally going to act as a firefighter at this time, "Stop talking, mother! This wine is old and old, and it has a lot of stamina! Besides, with me overseeing it, what else can you do? Don’t worry? It’s a normal relationship between men and women! Well, **** relationships!"

That's what Zhang Mei said. After he helped Fan Heng onto the sand, she hurried to the kitchen to get some sour noodle soup, and let Fan Heng drink some while it was hot.

"What a great wine! I haven't drank such a strong old Baifen in two years!" Although Fan Heng's head is dizzy, it doesn't hurt. After drinking some sour noodle soup, he feels a lot of sweat on his body, but it is not a problem. Big.

"How does it feel to drink with the beauties?" Zhang Mei put a hot towel on Fan Heng, and then asked angrily.

"Nothing special, you will get drunk if you drink too much." Fan Heng replied lightly.

Zhang Mei squeezed Fan Heng’s Sun ** with her fingers, and used some force, "Huh! Alcohol is not intoxicating and people get drunk, but if they are not charming, people are fascinated by themselves!"

Fan Wubing rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, why don't I have sour noodle soup? But the air is sour and sour, oh! Go to sleep!"

After speaking, Fan Wubing twisted and went back to his room, leaving Fan Heng and Zhang Mei looking at each other in there~www.NovelMTL.com~ Your son is getting more and more shameless. No respect. "Zhang Mei said to Fan Heng.

"How do I know that you are in education, and I am not!" Fan Heng immediately shifted the responsibility to Zhang Mei.

"Why don't you know, isn't he your son?!" Zhang Mei immediately retorted.

"He should stay in your stomach for a long time!" Fan Heng countered.

"If it weren't for you, would my old lady suffer ten months of sin!" Zhang Mei said angrily.

Fan Heng was speechless, and Zhang Mei was unreasonable, "What the **** is going on today? What happened to you and that little vixen? Will someone specially invite you for the Mao?"

"Oh! Things are not what you think--" Fan Heng said with a headache.

"What should it look like—"

"Actually it's like this—"