After Master Guo waited for a few people to go out, he asked with a smile: "Do these fools know that this Tao is different and the Tao of not conspiring with each other is what it is?"
Mr. Huo waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, even if they don't know, their father will know, just to make them stand in line and do a lot of harm to their own people, otherwise, we will not be able to do it in the past ten years." It’s very difficult.”
Rong Zhengen said with a smile: "We have already made a clear stand. If anyone still wants to fish in troubled waters on both sides, I will not agree to it. It is either one or the other. If you are not one of our own, you are the enemy. Even if you are not an enemy now, you may grow into an enemy in the future."
Jiang Hua shook his head, sighed and said: "You can't say that. In Xiangjiang now, most people are trying to survive in the cracks. We can't make black and white confrontations. We should fight for those who can win, and we can't push them away for those who can't win. Go to the enemy's side."
Several people sighed for a while. They couldn't straighten their backs under the eaves. They wished that time would fly by and it would be 1997 in the blink of an eye. When the red flag was planted on the land of Xiangjiang, they would be able to live a proud life.
But in general, the future is still bright. A few people had a drink and began to look forward to a bright future. After a few glasses of wine, they became happier and happier.
At this time, the box door was knocked again, and this time the man in a straight suit walked in, but he looked to be in his forties or fifties.
The professional fake smile on his face makes people sincerely want to vomit.
Jiang Hua really knows these people. They are councilors and candidate councilors from various districts in Xiangjiang. Their purpose of coming is self-evident, they just want to catch the autumn wind and raise some campaign funds. However, this group of councilors is also interesting, and they actually got together to meet. Don't they know that as politicians, they should have one-on-one meetings, so how can they meet openly and openly together?
"Bosses, long time no see." The leader said cheerfully: "I heard that these bosses have braved the wind and waves and made great achievements this time. I congratulate you all."
Mr. Li said rudely: "Sima Lin, don't say nice things to me. You have the character of talking to others and telling ghosts to ghosts. Who in the whole of Xiangjiang doesn't know this?"
"You can't say that." Sima Lin didn't look unhappy at all on his face. Instead, he said with a smile: "As a public figure, I can't promise anything casually, so I must be careful when I speak, and I should leave seven points behind." , otherwise it will easily cause trouble to the people I serve."
Rong Zhengen was almost speechless. He was stunned for a while and then said: "I really admire you. Are you talking human language or nonsense now? Is it useful to say such nonsense in front of us? You You think we are the voters who voted for you as soon as you slapped us, but don’t forget that you were supported by us.”
Young Master Huo and Young Master Guo both looked at Sima Lin with scrutinizing eyes. At this time, Sima Lin felt numbness on his back.
I have drifted off, forgetting that I was promoted to the position by these rich people, and now I am a bear in a big coat, I have forgotten myself, I was fooled by a few foreign devils, I forgot who has the final say, and I dare to come here Beat the autumn breeze.
Sima Lin quickly apologized: "Bosses, I'm just here to congratulate you. I drank two glasses of wine and my mind is a little unclear. Plus, these clichés are just easy to say. I didn't mean anything else."
"If you want to fight against the autumn wind, just say it. Don't beat around the bush in front of us." Mr. Huo said rudely: "If you want to talk about being a good person, among you, who among you is not better than you? Ugly people have said that first-class talents are engaged in economics. Second-class talents are engaged in scientific research, while third-class talents are engaged in politics. If you were really capable, you wouldn't engage in politics. You would have been like this a long time ago, and we would also make a fortune doing business."
This saying was indeed popular in Chou Country at this time. Another saying is that the wisdom of Chou Country people is in the minds of Chinese people.
As a politician, Sima Lin had also heard such slang and could only laugh and said: "I really don't have the skills of the bosses. I can only make a living by following the bosses. Of course, if I can serve the public, then Better.”
After hearing his words, several people burst out laughing. Serving the public, are you, Sima Lin, serious?
Mr. Li pointed at him: "I've told you everything. Be more direct when talking to us. Look, you've started talking nonsense again. I don't even believe a single punctuation mark in what you just said."
Mr. Guo said nervously: "But the tone is quite sincere. If you didn't smile so meanly, I would almost believe you. You still need to practice your smile."
Jiang Hua took the wine glass and asked: "Congressman Sima, it doesn't matter whether you fight the autumn wind or not. Money has to be spent. It depends on whether it is spent meaningfully."
Rong Zhengen nodded and said: "Hey, this sentence is to the point. The money is spent meaningfully, and we don't feel bad."
Sima Lin still said with a sly smile: "I understand, I completely understand that after taking the money from the bosses, I will definitely seek benefits for the bosses."
"Do you have the ability to work for our benefit?" Mr. Huo sneered: "Can you make Mr. John not collect our taxes, or can you make Mr. John take a look at us and improve the living environment of the Chinese? "
Mr. Huo's words touched his heart. If he, Sima Lin, had this ability, he would not come to fight with them.
Sima Lin, who was not straight at first, now stooped even more, and asked humbly: "I don't know what orders the bosses have. As long as it is within my ability, I, Sima Lin, will never refuse."
Jiang Hua asked seriously: "Who are you?"
"I'm Sima Lin!"
Jiang Hua asked loudly and with eyes: "Who are you?"
"I am Kowloon District Councilor Sima Lam."
Rong Zhengen also asked sharply: "Who are you?"
Sima Lin was completely confused. What did the bosses mean? Were they not satisfied with his answers? So he said more humbly: "I am Sima Lin, your lackey."
Behind him were several other congressmen and congressmen who were in the process of election. These people did not look down on Sima Lin at all. Instead, they nodded in agreement with a humble smile.
Mr. Huo asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Seeing that the bosses had not received satisfactory answers, Sima Lin was sweating profusely on his forehead. He leaned on the sofa sluggishly and thought for a long time before saying, "I am a flower grower."
Jiang Hua stared at Sima Lin and said, "Straighten your back, speak loudly, and speak clearly. Are these three words difficult for you to say?"
