Lost and Spy

Chapter 1384
"Director Pang, I have some troubles and need your help."

As soon as Fazheng said it, Pang Pengde immediately patted his chest and said: "I will definitely help you if I can help you."

"Yes, yes." Fazheng said repeatedly, "I'm short of money."

what?
Pang Pengde was startled, this matter?
Lack of money?I am even more short of money than him.

I just asked him to borrow some money during the day.

Pang Pengde looked embarrassed: "Well, Xiaofa, you also know my situation."

"I know, I know." Fazheng sighed: "If I had the slightest idea, I would definitely not ask Director Pang to speak up. To be honest with you, the money I lent you before was also asked. Someone else borrowed it, and right now, they are asking me for a loan."

The expression on Pang Pengde's face didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

"He's staying at my house now and won't leave." Fazheng said with a sad face, "Director Pang, you can help me no matter what, and you gave me the money these two days."

"I, how much money do I owe you?" Pang Pengde asked mutteringly.

"I'll remember everything for you." Fazheng took out a small notebook from his pocket: "You can read it yourself."

The more Pang Pengde looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the cold sweat on his head couldn't help but break out.

Actually, borrowed so much money?
How can I pay my pitiful monthly salary?

While thinking about how to deal with it, Qu Lanqin had already come out with hot dishes and wine: "Old Pang, I saw a house this morning."

"Ah, ah." Pang Pengde said absently.

"It's beautiful, a two-story French-style building." Qu Lanqin got tired of being beside Pang Pengde: "The original owner is in a hurry to sell, and the price is only half of the previous price. I just thought, let's put the After buying it, we will have a nest in the future, won’t we?”

Pang Pengde just woke up like a dream.

buy house?Or a two-story French-style building?Where did I get so much money?
"Old Pang, are you listening?" Qu Lanqin was a little unhappy: "Isn't it just a house? You are a dignified supervisor in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. How can such a small amount of money make things difficult for you?"

Small money?

Now I can't even pay for the Fa-rectification.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Qu Lanqin put on a serious face: "Pang Pengde, if you don't buy it, don't live here anymore, I can't afford a master like you!"

This is the case with a man like Pang Pengde, the more you don't give him a good face, the more reluctant he is to leave.

When he heard that Qu Lanqin wanted to drive him away, Pang Pengde panicked: "I'll find a way, find a way. Xiaofa, you also saw that your cousin wants to buy a house, how much money?"

almost.

Fazheng said slowly: "Director Pang, do you think you are stupid? You just need to nod your head. Why don't you hurry up and send this money to you?"

"What do you mean?" Pang Pengde was confused.

"Supervisor of the anti-smuggling department in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai." Fazheng smiled: "What kind of power is this? If you want money, isn't that just a matter of saying a word?"

Pang Pengde finally understood, and the habit became natural. He immediately said righteously: "As a supervisor, I bear the heavy responsibility of the party and the state. How can I do such a thing?"

"Pang Pengde." Qu Lanqin patted the table unexpectedly: "Who are you pretending to be noble for? This is the big Shanghai. If you have money, you are an uncle. If you have money, you can't move an inch. My cousin kindly pointed out a way for you to make money. You What do you mean by pretending?"

"No, don't worry, don't worry." Pang Pengde panicked.

"Director Pang, my cousin's words are correct. Why are you pretending to be noble here in Shanghai?" Fazheng said slowly, "Who doesn't want to make money when you come here? Why bother with yourself? Everyone is smuggling , the other thing is that your Ministry of Finance does not smuggle?"

"What? The Ministry of Finance is also smuggling?" Pang Pengde asked in a daze.

Fazheng was really dumbfounded.

It's not without reason that this guy has been depressed for half his life.

It is a secret that the military command is smuggling, the Ministry of Finance is smuggling, and the Ministry of Communications is smuggling.

The establishment of an anti-smuggling department belongs to the establishment, and smuggling is smuggling.

He doesn't understand such a simple truth.

Fazheng said patiently: "Let me tell you this, if the Ministry of Finance does not smuggle, half of the country will fall with just that little tax revenue. How can we sustain it? The government needs to operate, officials need to be paid, and the military commander needs to be paid. Money is everywhere. Just for the battle of Changsha, the military rations were 8000 million catties, which was only enough to last for a few days.

In addition to local fundraising, the Ministry of Finance also needs to allocate funds. What is the fight for?That's money.Now there are fewer banks that are willing to lend money to the government, and the legal currency is depreciating day by day. Where will the money come from?Continue to raise taxes?That is really forcing the common people to be loyal to the Japanese, there is no way out, you have to figure out a way yourself. "

Pang Pengde remained silent.

"You really take yourself as a supervisor seriously, and you really want to go all out to fight smuggling?" Fazheng said coldly, "When you fight smuggling, you are hunting for the smuggling of your immediate boss, and you are trying to gain money from your colleagues. Against so many real power departments. Can you bear this responsibility on your shoulders?"

Pang Pengde opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Fazheng took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I have a friend who was caught in a smuggling accident and is now being imprisoned in Shanghai. You, sign the paper and let him go. Not only is the previous account cancelled, but my friend can also lend you a large sum of money without interest, so that you can buy the western-style building that my cousin is looking at."

Qu Lanqin brought all the pens.

Pang Pengde held up the pen, his hands were trembling.

Once my name is signed, it will be a conspiracy.

He only thought about this, but he didn't expect that as long as he signed his name, the handle would be completely in the hands of others.

To release someone in Shanghai, does he really need Pang Pengde to sign?

"Old Pang, what are you still thinking about?" Qu Lanqin has already urged repeatedly: "Think about it, we will soon live in a small bungalow, where you can do whatever you want, and then I will Will I give birth to a son for you?"

Pang Pengde was obsessed with ghosts, gritted his teeth, signed his name, and asked uncomfortably: "Is our debt really written off?"

"What do you think?" Fazheng looked at the ledger in his hand: "I've given you the loan book, what are you still worried about? Cousin, I'm going to buy that small western-style building tomorrow. Someone will pay for it, of course."

"Okay, okay." Qu Lanqin smiled openly.

"Cousin-in-law." Fazheng's address has also changed: "What about you, you can stay with my cousin in peace from now on, and you don't have to worry about those troublesome things. Naturally, someone will send you money every month. of."

Now that Pang Pengde has taken this step, there is no turning back.

(End of this chapter)