"Director Pang, I have some troubles and need your help."
As soon as Fazheng said it, Pang Pengde immediately patted his chest and said, "As long as I can help you, I will definitely help you."
"Yes, yes." Fazheng said repeatedly, "I'm short of money."
What?
Pang Pengde was startled, this matter?
Short of money? I am even more short of money than he is.
I just asked him to borrow some money during the day.
Pang Pengde looked embarrassed: "Well, Xiaofa, you also know my situation."
"I know, I know." Fazheng sighed: "If I had the slightest idea, I would never ask Director Pang to speak. To be honest with you, the money I lent you before was all for asking questions. Someone else borrowed it, and now they are asking me for debt."
The expression on Pang Pengde's face didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.
"He is staying at my house now and refuses to leave." Fazheng said with a sad face: "Director Pang, please help me anyway, give me the money in the past two days."
"I, how much money do I owe you in total?" Pang Pengde asked in a whisper.
"I'll remember it all for you." Fazheng took out a small notebook from his pocket: "You can read it yourself."
The more Pang Pengde watched, the more frightened he became, and cold sweat could not help but break out on his head.
Actually, you borrowed so much money?
How can I repay my pitiful monthly salary?
While he was thinking about how to deal with it, Qu Lanqin had already come out with hot dishes and wine: "Old Pang, I took a fancy to a house this morning."
"Ah, ah." Pang Pengde said absently.
"It's beautiful, a two-story French-style building." Qu Lanqin stayed beside Pang Pengde: "The original owner was in a hurry to sell, and the price was only more than half of the previous price. I just thought, let's sell it After buying it, we can have a nest in the future, right?"
Pang Pengde just woke up from a dream.
buy house? Or a two-story French-style building? Where can I get so much money?
"Old Pang, are you listening?" Qu Lanqin was a little unhappy: "Isn't it just a house? You are the supervisor of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, how can I embarrass you with such a small amount of money?"
Small money?
I can't even pay for Fa Zheng now.
Seeing that he didn't say a word, Qu Lanqin made a serious face: "Pang Pengde, if you don't buy it, don't live here anymore. I can't afford to support a man like you!"
This is the case for a man like Pang Pengde. The more you don't give him a good look, the more reluctant he is to leave.
When he heard that Qu Lanqin wanted to drive him away, Pang Pengde panicked: "I'll think of a way, I'll think of a way. Xiaofa, you also saw it, your cousin wants to buy a house, how much money is it?"
about there.
Fazheng said slowly: "Director Pang, do you think you are stupid or not? As long as you nod your head, why don't we send you this money as soon as possible?"
"What do you mean?" Pang Pengde was confused.
"Supervisor of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Anti-Smuggling Department." Fa Zheng smiled: "What kind of power is this? If you want money, it's not just a matter of words?"
Pang Pengde finally understood. It became a habit. He immediately said righteously: "As a supervisor, I bear the heavy responsibility of the party and the country. How can I do such a thing?"
"Pang Pengde." Qu Lanqin unexpectedly slapped the table: "Who are you pretending to be aloof to show? This is Shanghai. If you have money, you are the uncle. If you don't have money, it will be difficult to make a living. My cousin kindly pointed out a way for you to make money. You What do you mean by pretending?"
"No, don't worry, don't worry." Pang Pengde panicked.
"Director Pang, my cousin is right. Why are you pretending to be noble here in Shanghai?" Fazheng said slowly: "Who of the important officials here doesn't want to make money? Why bother with yourself? Everyone is smuggling. , isn’t it true that your Ministry of Finance doesn’t smuggle?”
"What? The Ministry of Finance is also smuggling?" Pang Pengde asked in confusion.
Fazheng was really dumbfounded.
There is a reason why this guy has been depressed for half his life.
The military commander is smuggling there, the Ministry of Finance is smuggling, and the Ministry of Transportation is smuggling. Is this a secret?
The establishment of an anti-smuggling department belongs to the establishment, and smuggling is smuggling.
He doesn't understand such a simple truth.
Fa Zheng said patiently: "Let me tell you this, if the Ministry of Finance does not smuggle, half of the country will fall with just the tax revenue. How can we sustain it? The government needs to operate, officials need to be paid, and the military commander needs military pay. There is money everywhere. Just for the Changsha battle, the army rations amounted to 80 million kilograms, which was only enough to last a few days.
In addition to local financing, the Ministry of Finance also needs to allocate funds. What is the war fought for? That's money. Now there are fewer banks willing to lend money to the government, and the legal currency is depreciating day by day. Where can we get the money? Continue to raise taxes? That really forced the common people to be loyal to the Japanese. There was no other way but to find a way on your own. "
Pang Pengde remained silent.
"Do you really take yourself as a supervisor seriously, and do you really want to go all out to arrest smuggling?" Fazheng said coldly: "When you are arresting smuggling, you are arresting the personal property of your immediate boss, you are trying to interfere with the wealth of your colleagues, and you are trying to suppress smuggling. You are enemies of so many powerful departments. Can you shoulder this responsibility?"
Pang Pengde opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
Fazheng took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I have a friend who was caught by accident while smuggling and is now being held in Shanghai. As for you, sign it and let him go. Not only will the previous accounts be written off, but my friend can also lend you a large amount of money without interest, so that you can buy the western-style building that your cousin is interested in."
Qu Lanqin brought all the pens.
Pang Pengde held up the pen, his hand trembling.
Once you sign your name, you will be complicit.
He only thought about this, but he didn't expect that as long as he signed his name, the control would be completely in the hands of others.
To release someone in Shanghai, do you really need Pang Pengde to sign for it?
"Old Pang, what are you still thinking about?" Qu Lanqin had already urged him repeatedly: "Think about it, we will soon live in a small bungalow. You can do whatever you want there, and I will do it when the time comes. Can I give you a son?"
Pang Pengde was fascinated, gritted his teeth, signed his name, and asked uneasy: "Has our debt been really written off?"
"What do you think?" Fazheng looked at the account book in his hand: "I've given you the book for borrowing money. What are you still worried about? Cousin, go buy that small western-style building tomorrow. Of course someone will pay."
"Okay, okay." Qu Lanqin smiled happily.
"Cousin-in-law." Fazheng's title also changed: "As for you, you can stay with my cousin with peace of mind from now on. You don't have to worry about those troublesome things. Someone will naturally send you money every month. of."
Now that Pang Pengde has taken this step, he can never look back.
