In heavy industrial areas, such cross-contests between factories and municipalities are everywhere. In the past, the factory was the one that was planned to be the only one in that era. There were many resources and the municipalities needed more factories, so they had to look at their faces.

With the deepening of reform, municipal governments have begun to shake in the past two years. Various policies have forced resources to tilt their resources towards the political system, mainly the right to speak and management. Their voices have become much louder.

However, the factory is deeply rooted and has the support of the vast number of workers and families. It is not realistic for the government to argue in a short period of time, so it goes hand in hand.

As the saying goes, there are worlds where there are people, and there are inevitably some dirty frictions between the two sides, and it is inevitable that they will cause some tricks behind their backs.

For example, the street lights in the town were all from factories and were well lit. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. Later, the road was assigned to the municipal government to manage, and the lights were still the factory, and the factory gave up the picks. The roads were all yours and the lights were still the ones. If the lights were all the ones, they would have to install and repair them.

This costs money, so no one cares.

In fact, the street lights are installed and can be used after powering on. Changing a wire is not a big project. The key is who pays for the power.

Most of the problems lie here. The government wants them, wants to take care of them, and then wants the factory to continue paying.

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"When Smith and Angelina were there a few days ago, I wanted to bake some bread for them, but I found that it was not possible and the wires were aging."

Zhang Qiming put down his legs and asked the little girl who was crawling over to sit firmly on her legs, watching her scribble on the notebook.

"How many watts do you have in total?"

"If you add up...boko                                                           �

Xiao Jie opened the door and walked in, greeted Liu Dalu and said to Zhang Qianming, "Do you have money?"

Zhang Qianming looked at him: "What's wrong? Do you want to use money?"

Xiao Jie sat down and patted the table: "No, I have enough money. Who is it? The horse racing? I feel impulsive that day and I'm a little worried. I've talked to me several times. If you have one, I'll give him the interest. He doesn't want it anymore."

Liu Dalu looked at Zhang Qiming: "Who is the horse racing? Have you borrowed money? How much?"

Zhang Qiming smiled and shook his head: "Qianqian. I borrowed money from Xiao Jie that day, and he went to the bank to get what he gave me." He hugged the girl with one hand, took out her wallet with the other hand, took out the bank card and handed it to Xiao Jie.

"Go and get it for him. Ning Xinan remember to read this site for favorites. It's really fast to update here. You can earn some money next year. The password is 070728."

Liu Dalu reached out and took the bank card: "Don't, I'll count it. This seven thousand is mine, okay? Don't count it as interest as this. How much can you earn from seven thousand? You can earn half of each of us? You don't have that short of that."

Liu Dalu smiled and took out his wallet and took out his bank card.

"Okay." Zhang Qiming nodded with a smile. A total of 7,000 yuan is just five-hand stocks. It doesn't matter to the entire plate if you can make a profit of 20,000 yuan.

"What about me?" Xiao Jie stared at Zhang Liangming with his eyes open.

"I can't give you a thousand, don't worry. It turned out that my hands were a little tight at that time, and now the problem has been solved."

"Go and help me withdraw money, 666888." Liu Dalu handed the bank card to Xiao Jie and threw Zhang Qiming's bank card back to him...

Zhang Yanming shook his head and picked up the bank card. The little girl looked at Zhang Yanming's hand: "Dad, what is this?"

In 1996, in the mainland, bank cards are still fresh and fun. Most people use passbooks, but the little girl has never seen them.

"Bank card, like grandma's passbook, is used to deposit money in the bank."

The little girl held the bank card in her hand and looked over and over again: "I can't see anything, grandma's passbook has a number."

"Well, you have to go to the bank to see this."

"What do you think about going to the bank?"

"There is a machine, you can see it as soon as you plug it in. Only you can see it, but others won't show it to him."

The little girl giggled, stuffed the bank card into Zhang Yanming's hand, and whispered: "Dad, hide it quickly and don't show it to others."

Zhang Yanming also looked like he was scathing and looking at him: "Okay." He stuffed the bank card into his wallet.

The little girl giggled. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. She stretched out her little hand to help her father cover her pocket, and then looked at Liu Dalu: "It's over, he's seen it all."

Zhang Yanming said: "It's okay, he will forget as soon as his father casts magic."

"There is no magic, it's from the storybook, to coax children."

"Then, let's take a look at him later and see back."

"Okay, I, my dad and I will watch it together, double copies."

"Dad, how much money do you have here?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to see who you and grandma have more money. Grandma always finishes talking and spends nothing. If we have more, let's share a little bit of grandma? Just a little bit."

Zhang Yanming went to his daughter's face and kissed her: "Okay, let's divide grandma into some. Do you want it yourself?"

The little girl raised her mouth and thought for a while...boko                                                                                                                        �

In fact, the elderly have this habit and use their own perspective to decide how children dress up.

Zhang Yanming looked at the little girl's clothes. In fact, my mother's eyes are pretty good. After all, she sells clothes, but the color is a little lighter. I guess the little girl likes bright colors.

"From the future, no matter how long you grow, I will still listen to grandma. We have to coax her to make her happy, right? If you grow up in the future, you will decide what kind of thing to buy, okay?"

The little girl pursed her lips and thought for a while, nodded reluctantly: "Okay."

Liu Dalu reached out to touch the little girl's head: "You girl is so cute. She is so cute."

The little girl twisted her head and shouted: "Oh. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. Dad, are your braids messed up? Look at it messed up?"

Liu Dalu smiled and said, "It's so interesting. This girl is still so irrelevant."

"It's not messy, uncle touched it gently." Zhang Yanming comforted him.

Xiao Jie walked in and put the bank card, withdrawal form and money in front of Liu Dalu: "You clear it, if that's right, I'll give it to him."

Liu Dalu smiled and put away his bank card and picked up the withdrawal form: "You dare to take more things out of this useless scene? Hurry up and send it to someone."

"IOU, get it back to me. By the way, ask me how much interest he lost with withdrawals, and I'll make up for it." Zhang Yanming took out his wallet and took out two hundred: "Is two hundred enough?"

Liu Dalu stretched his waist: "You are also in charge of the original intention. Why do you pay attention to him for this kind of repeated repetition? Two hundred is not enough, what else do he want?"
Chapter completed!