Chapter 4 Employee Dormitory Pro Max (4)
"Corporate income tax will be halved for five years, and property tax and land use tax will be permanently exempted." Qin Yuechuan placed a thick stack of documents on Zhang Mo's desk, creating a gust of wind that made the engineering drawings on the desk rustle.
Although she spends most of her time working in her dormitory, Zhang Mo also has an office in the office area.
The desk was over three meters long, and there were four extra-large monitors on it. Qin Yuechuan couldn't understand how she managed to keep track of them all.
"If you're still not satisfied, then there's nothing I, a low-level civil servant, can do." Qin Yuechuan sighed, the dark circles under his eyes and the lingering weariness between his brows silently telling the story of the past few days of non-stop work.
Qin Yuechuan is quite capable to have negotiated such a significant preferential policy in less than a week.
Actually, when the provincial government first heard that an ancient tomb had been unearthed locally, but was intercepted by a team of experts from city B, they were a little worried.
They assumed that all the unearthed artifacts would be taken directly to City B, leaving them nothing.
However, Mr. Qin, who appeared very mysterious and had a powerful background, stated that cultural relics unearthed locally should naturally be managed by the local cultural bureau. He would at most select one or two items to take back to City B for research.
The leaders were overjoyed and readily agreed to his request for policy reductions and exemptions.
Zhang Mo slowly raised her head, smiled, and casually flipped through the temporary document: "Don't say that. I have never questioned your work ability. At most, I have only occasionally questioned your physical fitness."
By the way, as a doctor, is it really reasonable for a doctor not to heal himself?
I feel like you'd be the kind of doctor who stays up all night while simultaneously telling patients to go to bed early and wake up early.
Drink the strongest coffee and stay up the latest.
Qin Yuechuan: "......" How did she know?
Zhang Mo: "Speaking of which, wasn't our first meeting at the hospital? You seemed to be a department head or something."
Are you still doing that director's job? You're working two jobs; can you manage?
Qin Yuechuan explained, "I was there on a temporary assignment for a month to investigate a corruption case in the medical system."
That hospital happened to be the one where his parents had stayed before they passed away, which is why he chose that hospital.
After thinking it over carefully, Qin Yuechuan added, "Besides, I don't think I was that busy before."
Zhang Mo sensed the hidden meaning in his words, but still cooperated and asked, "What does 'before' refer to?"
Qin Yuechuan pushed up his glasses, his face expressionless: "Before I met you."
Zhang Mo showed no remorse whatsoever. On the contrary, she seemed greatly pleased by the answer, even with a touch of pride. She elegantly spread her hands and smiled sincerely: "It seems I have brought you many opportunities to gain work experience. No need to thank me, it is what I should do."
Qin Yuechuan: "......"
This person's logic is always so impeccable.
Zhang Mo rested her chin on her hands: "I originally thought you were secretly taking on side jobs outside, and I was just about to ask you if you were interested in taking on a third side job."
The position of Director of Public Relations at our company would be a good fit for you; you seem particularly skilled in external communication.
Qin Yuechuan: "...President Zhang, please have mercy on me and let me go!"
I'm different from you; I also prepared for this civil service exam for a long time.
If the organization finds out I'm receiving a second salary outside, I'm finished!
"Oh, is that so?" Zhang Mo's eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea struck her. She made a fist with her right hand and gently tapped it against her left palm. "Then if I don't pay you a salary, it won't be discovered."
Qin Yuechuan: "......"
Listen to this, is this even human language?
Working for free without pay, and yet saying it with such self-righteousness—how utterly unconventional!
You're a true genius!
Qin Yuechuan: "Goodbye!" These two words were almost spat out from between his teeth, carrying the determination of a do-or-die situation and the disheveled state of fleeing in panic.
He turned around abruptly, as if a raging flood was chasing him. He didn't even bother with basic farewell etiquette. He pulled open the heavy solid wood door of the office and slammed it shut with a "bang".
Looking at the door that was still trembling slightly, Zhang Mo finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
(Mr. Zhang is only 25 years old this year, and is essentially a mischievous little rascal who likes to bully people occasionally.)
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Qin Yuechuan fled back to B City, while the experts stayed behind to continue their archaeological work under Master Lu's guidance.
Yan Shuyi urgently revised the project plan, moving the new dormitory building to another location.
This time, after the most rigorous geological radar scanning, historical document verification, and expert team research, even Yu Hui came to have his fortune told twice, it was finally confirmed that beneath the newly selected land lay thick, stable bedrock, with no trace of the slumbering past.
It will not interfere with the historical chapters that Master Lu and the experts are carefully revealing, and it will also ensure the safety and stability of the project itself, so that we can start construction with confidence.
After many twists and turns, the project was finally settled. Yan Shuyi and Cheng Hu, a married couple, proposed to treat Zhang Mo's relevant participants (including the demons) to a meal.
Instead of choosing a high-end restaurant, we opted for hot pot, which is a favorite of everyone.
Inside the private room, steam rose from the spicy hot pot, and red oil bubbled in the nine-compartment grid.
The meal was enjoyed by both the host and guests. Someone brought up the topic of how Yan Shuyi and Cheng Hu got together.
Upon hearing this topic, Cheng Hu, a burly man, immediately blushed, whether from the steam of the hot pot or from the embarrassment of the past about to be revealed. He clumsily used a slotted spoon to scoop tripe for Yan Shuyi beside him, his eyes darting away, trying to avoid the topic.
On the contrary, Yan Shuyi picked up her chilled beer, took a sip, and spoke with ease and grace—
That must have happened three years ago.
Yan Shuyi was a good girl her whole life, and her rebellious phase came exceptionally late. Everything seemed to be going well, but after seeing the suitable blind date arranged by her parents, she suddenly felt tired, weary, and annoyed.
Especially after learning that she was the 15th blind date this man had met this month...
This isn't about people interacting; it's just about money being matched.
However, when it comes to rebellion, she didn't really have any ideas. The most rebellious thing she could think of was getting a tattoo.
It was pouring rain that day. Yan Shuyi had a fight with her parents and ran away without a single penny of cash on her. When she arrived at the old street, her phone got wet and broke.
Because of the torrential rain that day, only two shops on the entire street were open, and Cheng Hu's shop was one of them.
When Yan Shuyi pushed open the door, there wasn't a single customer in the store.
Cheng Hu was sitting on a small stool in front of the workbench, facing the door, holding a huge bowl and eating spicy hot pot. He was wearing a black tank top, revealing his muscular arms and shoulders. The bowl was a bright red mess, piled high with beef balls, lotus root slices, and luncheon meat, and the whole shop was filled with the aroma of chili peppers.
Their eyes met.
Cheng Hu looked at the girl at the door, who looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, disheveled but with fierce eyes, and timidly asked, "Are you... a human being?"
It looks a bit like a water ghost.
Yan Shuyi is not tall, only about 1.5 meters, and has a delicate face. She wasn't wearing makeup today, so she looks very young.
At this moment, she was soaked to the bone, her hair clinging to her pale cheeks and neck like seaweed, water droplets dripping from her hair and clothes, quickly forming a puddle at her feet.
This unconsciously reminded Cheng Hu of the news a while ago about the female student who committed suicide by jumping into a river because she did not perform well in her exam.
"?" Yan Shuyi ran a hand through her still-dripping hair, puzzled. "Otherwise what? Do you have a towel?"
If it were a ghost, it probably wouldn't want a towel.
Cheng Hu took a still-warm towel from the sterilizer next to her and handed it to her, muttering softly, "That's good, that's good..."
Yan Shuyi: "What did you say?"
Cheng Hu: "Uh, it's nothing."
"I want a tattoo." Yan Shuyi glanced at him, thinking this man was a bit silly. But it was raining too hard outside, and she was too lazy to go out and find another tattoo shop. "My phone is broken, I can't pay, I'll pay you back."
"Lend me another 3000 to buy a phone."
His tone was so matter-of-fact.
Cheng Hu blinked, and three big question marks appeared above his head.
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