On a sudden inspiration, he picked up the suit jacket and said, "Young master, when we go to visit someone, you will see the young lady who gave you the bamboo dragonfly. She will play with you, but you need to wear a suit jacket to visit her."
The child is unsteady when walking, but very steady and fast when riding a bike; even adults can't hold him back.
A Yuan stood with his feet on the ground, looking like he was about to run away, but after hearing the name of the young lady, he finally didn't run.
But when Secretary An tried to help him unbutton his shirt, he became unhappy, shaking his head like a rattle-drum and stretching out his arms. In short, he couldn't take off his clothes; he could wear a suit jacket over it, but that was fine.
But that won't do. It's still winter, and he's wearing a pure cotton shirt and a cashmere thermal undershirt underneath, with his camouflage uniform on top. If he puts on a suit, he doesn't look like a young master; he looks more like a beggar.
However, when it comes to daily life, nothing is too difficult for Secretary An. He looked closely and pointed, "Young Master, why is your clothes torn? Your little belly is showing. The young lady will laugh at us."
"Is it really broken?" A-Yuan touched his chubby little belly, feeling worried. He looked at Secretary An and asked, "What should I do?"
Secretary An took off her belt and untied her camouflage uniform, then said to the nanny, "Go and sew the young master's clothes right away. Let's wear his suit for now, but the camouflage uniform must be sewn up as soon as possible... His pants are torn too, and his little bottom is sticking out. Go and sew them up quickly."
Kids can't outsmart adults, and A-Yuan was stripped naked in no time.
This time, she changed into a blue and white cashmere shirt with a V-neck cashmere vest, plus a mini but exquisitely tailored and neat little suit.
Both the nanny and the female traditional Chinese medicine doctor praised Secretary An: "Anzai, you truly live up to your reputation."
However, while ordinary children are easy to fool, A-Yuan is not.
The nanny carried the clothes into the dressing room and was about to put them away when she heard a rolling sound. Turning around, she saw Ah Yuan arriving in his little car. With a quick nimble step, he stepped onto the dressing room door.
Those eyes, so thin and clear, just like his father's, were filled with suspicion.
Didn't you say the clothes were torn? Then sew them up. Why isn't the young master leaving? He's just standing here watching.
In the bedroom, Chen Ke sat with his legs crossed, flipping through the documents Liang Lisheng had given to Secretary An the night before, growing angrier the more he read.
Moreover, he was quite excited yesterday because of a few encouraging words from the senior leader, but when he saw that Wang Meng's company had perfectly bypassed various policy restrictions and even had access to secrets that he, at his level, could not access, frankly, he felt just as disheartened as Song Yuanchao.
Liang Lisheng also obtained the rules and restrictions on bidding for foreign trade supply, which were issued by his company.
If you say the rules are strict, they are indeed strict; they are extremely tight in all aspects.
For example, the legal representative of the supplier must be a veteran who has been to the battlefield, been wounded, and made military contributions. In addition, they need to have a college degree. All of this perfectly eliminates those who have actually fought in battles, been wounded, and made contributions. This makes it a perfect fit for Wang Meng. Or perhaps he joined the army for this reason. So, who is his backer? And who are the people in the leadership team who discovered early on that such a position would definitely exist after the reform and opening up, and who started training talent for him eight years in advance?
If the leaders above are doing this, how are the people below supposed to carry out their work?
Chen Ke was so angry that his breathing became heavy and his face turned pale. After a long while, he said, "At this rate, I don't even want to work here anymore."
But Chen Rou, being from the future, knew that too much clarity would leave no fish, and that someone like Wang Meng wouldn't last long and would eventually be investigated, just like how computer systems always have viruses, but antivirus software will always be upgraded.
She said, "Dad, time is running out. Don't be angry. Hurry up and read the documents. As long as that knife is delivered today, it will be the best opportunity to report this matter. And when we point out the loopholes, the higher-ups will plug them."
That's all we can do. No matter the final outcome, we still have to make the necessary efforts.
Chen Rou had already changed her clothes. In mainland China, there's no need for special makeup or hair styling; just applying lipstick is enough.
It was time to leave, but Xiao Ayuan was being stubborn again.
He stood with his foot on the door of the walk-in closet, refusing to leave, muttering, "No, no wind, wind."
He saw that the nanny hadn't even sewn on his little camouflage uniform.
Is this how you coax a child? Ah Yuan won't do it.
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