The appropriation budget for the Great Court Meeting has been finalized, but Yang Fan still looks worried, which makes Wei Ting a little confused.
So he asked in confusion: "Does Uncle Zhongyi still have any difficulties?"
Yang Fan stared at the teapot on the table and lamented: "Oh, I made Mr. Wei laugh. I felt really bad. When I saw the hot tea soup, I remembered that the host and guest were short of money and now it's winter. I feel guilty for not using charcoal fire yet."
Seeing Yang Fan beating his feet and chest, looking extremely annoyed, Wei Ting couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, this guy is too thick-skinned.
Obviously he is crying out for money!
One sheep can be herded, and two sheep can be herded. Since you have become a good person, you might as well be more relaxed.
Thinking of this, Wei Ting pretended to be surprised and said: "Is the Host and Guest Department of the Ministry of Ceremonies also in such a tight situation? It's because the Budget Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs failed to investigate. I must tell them well. In this way, since the problem has been discovered, Uncle Zhongyi will go back and let his subordinates do something. As long as the plan does not exceed one hundred thousand yuan, I will approve it together with the host and guest."
Sure enough, the crying baby still has milk to drink.
Yang Fan was overjoyed. He knew how miserable it was for a Qingshui yamen to pick on old people, so he wanted to take the opportunity to get a little more money from Wei Ting.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise. You must know that the additional office expenses of the host and guest company in the previous year were only a few thousand or even tens of thousands.
I really didn't expect Wei Ting to be so generous. Yang Fan quickly stood up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your support. I am very grateful to all my colleagues in the host and guest department."
Wei Ting chuckled and said with deep meaning: "Master Yang, don't be polite. This is what the court should do. I just hope that Master Yang will put that matter on the agenda as soon as possible."
Anyway, the money belongs to the court, and Wei Ting is just doing it as a favor, as long as it doesn't go into his pocket.
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it turned out to be the sweetness that would come from fearing that he would give up his burden.
But Yang Fan doesn't care, as long as he is willing to withdraw funds.
Isn't there an old saying that says, if you have the right to use it, it will become invalid upon expiration. Who knows what will happen in the future.
As expected, Wei Ting knew what was going on. He gave Yang Fan enough face and sent him directly to the gate of the Ministry of Civil Affairs' Yamen before sending him off with fists in his hands. This was a shock to the young official's eyes.
Many Ministry of Civil Affairs officials even secretly took note of Yang Fan's appearance, fearing that they would offend him in the future.
The young official's mouth was wide open with disbelief on his face. Even if he wanted to scratch his head, he couldn't figure out how his master's uncle and this Bang Chui were enemies. How could they live in such harmony?
When it comes to power, Master Wei Ting is not weak at all, and is even better. Not only is he the prince's father-in-law, he is also born in the Jingzhao Wei family, and his status is extremely noble.
To say that my master is afraid of this stick, even if I kill him, I won't believe it.
However, there are also some people who are bright-hearted. Judging from Wei Ting's actions, he has either been caught or has some interest entanglement. Otherwise, do you really think Wei Ting is so easy to talk to?
But no matter what, the people at the Ministry of Civil Affairs were well aware of Wei Ting's actions. At least during Wei Ting's tenure, the affairs of the host and guest department seemed to have to be handled in a special way, or even on an expedited basis.
However, Yang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to so much. Anyway, it was good to make money. He always came to the Ministry of Civil Affairs whenever he had time.
Returning to the duty room, Yang Fan told Li Yifu who was following suit: "You should find someone to wait at the Duzhi Division now. I have made an agreement with Wei Shilang that the Duzhi Division can allocate the money today."
"Those officials in the Ministry of Civil Affairs are very stingy. The allocation for the annual meeting is just enough, so that the host and guest department has no funds for the office. Go and explain to Wang Zhiyuan, the account manager. You might as well open your mouth a little wider and compare it with the previous budget. Increase declaration by 50%.”
Asking for a high price and paying back on the spot was something Yang Fan had seen many times in his previous life.
Although Wei Ting has already been angry with Wei Ting, these guys who manage money are the most stingy.
In later generations, the biggest headache for many people is arguing with those who are in charge of the money bag.
If you declare 10,000, he will only give you 8,000, why not just declare more harshly.
However, Li Yifu really didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. His Excellency and His Highness King Qi are enemies. Shouldn't Wei Ting, the Vice Minister, be in trouble?
I can’t figure it out. I can’t figure it out.
The eyes that looked at Yang Fan were full of admiration. It was full of happiness to have such an awesome adult taking the lead.
But this was a good thing. The host and guest had already run out of rice for the pot. He was almost worried to death, so he quickly responded and prepared to go find Wang Zhiyuan.
"Wait a minute, there is one more thing. How can you be so frizzy?"
Just as Li Yifu turned around and ran for two steps, he was called back by Yang Fan.
Looking at Yang Fan with a look of resentment, Li Yifu thought to himself, Sir, if you have something to do, you can't finish it in one sentence. Besides, can you not be in a hurry? We are so poor!
Although he was anxious, he turned back and stood eagerly.
Looking at that pitiful look, Yang Fan really wanted to laugh. He didn't expect that this famous traitor also had such a pitiful and cute side.
So he said slowly: "This time, Mr. Wei and Mr. Wei have applied for a daily office fund. Please ask Wang Zhiyuan to come up with the plan as well, and hurry up and come together."
Just after hearing this, Li Yifu couldn't believe his ears. He didn't know how long it had been since the host and customer department had applied for the extra office funds.
In the past, even if it was a special project budget, the Ministry of Civil Affairs would either withhold or delay the allocation of funds. It was simply a rooster that had nothing to pluck. In addition to the fixed funds at the beginning of the year, what additional office funds were there?
This new immediate boss is so awesome, he is indeed the God of Wealth.
Looking at Yang Fan carefully, Li Yifu asked: "I wonder how much daily office expenses Shangguan has applied for?"
"How many hosts and guests did you have in a year?" Yang Fan asked casually.
Li Yifu smiled awkwardly: "5,000 strings a year..."
What? Only 5,000 strings...
No wonder Li Yifu was so surprised to hear that there were additional office funds.
Yang Fan pondered for a while. Since Wei Ting can agree to provide office funds of no more than 100,000 yuan, it means that the Ministry of Civil Affairs can indeed support so much.
Anyway, don’t give it up for free. Since you mean to make friends with yourself, what else can you do to be polite?
"Just ask for it for one hundred thousand dollars. If the Ministry of Civil Affairs dares to push back, you can tell me that I have reached an agreement with Mr. Wei. If you don't believe it, let him go to Mr. Wei for confirmation."
Since Wei Ting promised not to exceed 100,000 yuan, the highest amount should be used. The money is most secure only if it is placed in the hands of the host and guest.
Li Yifu was dumbfounded. With an office budget of 100,000 yuan, his master was going to fly into the sky.
This is equivalent to the office expenses of the host and guest department for almost twenty years. Li Yifu has worked in the host and guest department for so many years, and he has never seen such a comfortable life.
Li Yifu, who was caught in his imagination, almost cried out.
Looking at Li Yifu's stupid look, Yang Fan shook his head. He really couldn't see how he had the courage of a prime minister.
But I understand his feelings. After all, Yang Fan was such a poor person before, so of course he knows what it feels like to be afraid of being poor.
"Why are you giggling? Why don't you hurry up and do it?"
"Here!"
Before the words disappeared, Li Yifu ran out of the check-in room.
Even in future generations, his strength would not be much worse if he competed in a sprinter's competition.
I am not tired of the beauty of youth, but I have not seen Zhu Ming move.
I sighed in my heart, it’s great to be young!
