In addition, Zhao Wen seemed to have accepted his fate and stopped causing trouble. He focused on raising the adopted children with Fang Zifei, and the family finally had peace.

How could he know that Zhao Wen was not accepting his fate, but was so scared that he dared not act rashly.

"Xiao Fang, your tea is good."

The old man in front of him put down his tea and said with a smile: "I made the right choice to let you do this job. Look at the old cadres bureau now, how grand it is."

Fang Cao collected his thoughts and smiled apologetically.

"This is not my credit, it's all planned by the higher-ups."

"Also, it's because we veteran cadres give me face. Otherwise, how could my work be so easy?"

He refilled the old man's tea.

Don’t be fooled by the age of these old men and women in charge of the Veteran Affairs Bureau. They are all as carefree as wandering clouds and wild cranes.

In fact, their children or disciples all hold important positions.

Just like the person in front of him, even if Peng Zhendong came, he had to politely call him Brother Li.

Fang Cao dare not neglect it.

Li He did not beat around the bush. After chatting for a few words, he began to look at the paintings hanging in Fang Cao's office.

Fang Cao immediately understood.

"This is a newly acquired painting. The artist is not very famous and is still a student."

"But the painting skills are amazing, there's a sense of transcendence."

"You have a keen eye."

Li He laughed twice and praised:

“It’s rare.”

"Our traditional Chinese paintings emphasize artistic conception, but the brushwork is lacking..."

"Mr. Li likes it." Fang Cao made a move to stand up. "It's only fifty yuan after all. I'll get it for you."

Fifty dollars.

It's not worth mentioning at all. Even if you accept it, it's not considered bribery.