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Xie Zhenhong smiled, in fact, he knew in his heart that even if he gave Yang Luo 18 billion, it was not much. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) After all, the shape of Dahua is there, and the poverty alleviation and relief funds in the past ten years have exceeded 10 billion. Moreover, with the development of the economy, the gap between the rich and the poor will become wider and wider, and if the state does not introduce policies to effectively control the situation, those who have money will become richer and richer, the poor will become poorer and poorer, and more and more poverty alleviation funds will be allocated to Dahua. It can be said that Dahua is a bottomless pit, and no amount of money can be filled. If Yang Luo can really build up the Dahua economy, it can be regarded as solving a problem for the country. Now Yang Luo only needs three billion, if he doesn't agree, even Xie Zhenhong himself can't help it.

Xie Zhenhong said: "In this way, I promise to give you three billion, but I will allocate it in two installments." The first time you will be given 1.5 billion, and the second time at the end of the year. ”

"Slap" Yang Luo snapped his fingers: "Deal!" After speaking, he stood up and didn't even say hello, and walked out slowly.

When Yang Luo walked out, the whole world was gilded with a layer of golden red by the setting sun, and the trees in the courtyard of the Ministry of Finance were dyed with gold edges by the setting sun.

Yang Luo stood in front of the door of the office building, then took out a cigarette and lit one, and walked to the gate. The setting sun dragged up his long figure, and the 6 combat boots under his feet stepped on the concrete floor, and a rhythmic snapping sound, as if it was a beating note, sang a long song of sorrow in the dusk.

Yang Luo walked out of the door, Wei Hua opened the window and beckoned, Yang Luo walked over and got into the car.

Wei Hua asked, "Where are you going now?"

Yang Luo took a puff of his cigarette: "Just go around, find a place to eat." ”

Wei Hua started the car and drove forward slowly. Yang Luo turned on the stereo, and soft music sounded in the speakers.

Yang Luo closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair and smoked without a puff, Wei Hua looked at Yang Luo, opened his mouth to say something, but never said it.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Hua couldn't help it, and said, "Boss, did you really let Wang Rou marry Yin Qi like this?"

Yang Luo opened his eyes and looked out the car window at all kinds of exquisite shops on the side of the road. The cars that drove by themselves on the road, the endless flow of people, and the sweet hands of boys and girls filled the city with the smell of happiness.

"There are places where we can never get there, there are things that we can never do, and there are promises that are like a pebble sinking into the ocean until it disappears, and there will be no sound. No one can guarantee that forever, people's lives will have an end, but life can not see the result, until the last moment, no one is sure that they have been walking the original road, holding the hand that was held tightly at the beginning...... I can't give Wang Rou what she needs. ”

Wei Hua sighed: "If you had completely destroyed the Yin family back then, there would have been no such thing." ”

Yang Luo smiled bitterly: "The matter in Yunnan was too big back then, I just wanted to wipe out the Yin family, and the above would not agree." And who would have thought that after Yin Bingyan and Yin Yuxuan were forced to step down by me, in just two years, Yin Zhengshen sat in the position of Minister of Railways. Yin Mingquan also went to the Reform Commission, although he is still a deputy director, but I estimate that it will not take a few years, and the position of director belongs to him. ”

Wei Hua said: "The tiger is dead but not stiff, and Jiwei is thrown there." Although Yin Bingyan was forced to abdicate by you, the prestige and connections he has accumulated over the years will not dissipate, which is why he agreed to retire so happily, because as long as he does not die, the Yin family will definitely make a comeback. ”

Wei Hua glanced at Yang Luo when he said this: "Back then, the Yin family was cornered by you, and Yin Xiaosan was also forced by you to run abroad, this is a dead knot that cannot be untied, you have to be careful of the Yin family's counterattack." ”

Yang Luo smiled coldly: "Fight back, as long as they are not afraid of breaking their arms and legs, then come." ”

Wei Hua said: "Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to prevent, in short, it's better to be careful." ”

Yang Luo took a puff of his cigarette, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "If you want to be unfavorable to the Chi family, at least someone from the Yin family must enter the political bureau to have this qualification." ”

Wei Hua glanced at Yang Luo again: "What if the Yin family and the Wang family join forces?"

Yang Luo's slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a breathtaking cold glint flashed in his eyes: "No matter who it is, if you want to be unfavorable to the Chi family, don't blame me Yang Luo for turning his face and not recognizing people." ”

Wei Hua shook his head slightly, not speaking.

More than ten minutes later, Wei Hua parked the car in front of a small restaurant, and the two of them had something to eat. By the time they left the small hotel, the sky had already turned gray, and the street lamps were lit up, emitting a yellowish glow.

"Where are you going? I'll accompany you. Wei Hua said.

Yang Luo shook his head and said, "No need, I want to walk by myself." ”

Wei Hua nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first." ”

Yang Luo waved his hand: "Let's go back!" After speaking, he walked along the street.

Wei Hua looked at Yang Luo's background and felt that Yang Luo's feelings were a little low. For so many years, in addition to Shiqi leaving, this is the second time he has seen Yang Luoqing so low.

Around the highway, all kinds of colorful lights have been lit up, the night of this city is always so colorful, like a young woman with infinite style, with the sexiest and most charming body, when you inadvertently look up, always make you feel that the world is so fascinating to you.

Yang Luo walked aimlessly, his thoughts had already traveled through space and flew to distant childhood, and the figures of Wang Rou and Shiqi had been wandering in his mind. An endless stream of people walked back and forth around him, leisurely or hurriedly, meeting each other in the night, constantly reuniting and overlapping, and constantly separating and paralleling.

"Uncle, do you want to buy flowers?"

A delicate voice pulled Yang Luo's thoughts back, and he stopped to look at the two little girls in school uniforms standing in front of him, who were only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Uncle, do you want to buy flowers?" asked the taller girl again.

Yang Luo looked at them and suddenly remembered Chen Yang, it had been a few days, and he didn't know what happened to that little girl.

"Uncle!" the little girl cried out again.

Yang Luo came back to his senses, looked at them and said with a smile: "Don't you come home so late, aren't your parents worried." ”

The little girl smiled: "I'm twelve years old, what do they have to worry about, and we came out to sell flowers, and they also supported it." ”

Hearing the little girl's words, Yang Luo was surprised. Although these two little guys are wearing school uniforms, their faces are ruddy and shiny, their eyes are clear as water, they are obviously very nutritious, and they are not children from poor families.

"Why did you come out to sell flowers? ”

Another little girl said: "We are doing this with love, and all the money we spend from selling them to buy school supplies and donate them to our younger brothers and sisters in the mountainous areas. ”

Yang Luo smiled: "Okay, then I'll buy one per person, how much." ”

"Ten dollars a flower. ”

Yang Luo took out a handful of change in his pocket, probably more than two hundred yuan, all of which were put in the little girl's flower basket, which was all his net worth.

"That's all I have for money. ”

A little girl said, "Uncle, it's more, twenty yuan is enough." ”

Yang Luo said with a smile: "Your consciousness is so high, you can come out to sell flowers for those younger brothers and sisters in the mountainous areas, and your uncle's consciousness is not low, and the extra money is considered a love from your uncle." ”

The two little girls smiled happily, and one of them took out a rose from the flower basket and handed it to Yang Luo: "Thank you, uncle." ”

Yang Luo took the flower and said, "It's so late, you two should pay attention to safety and go home early." ”

"Got it, goodbye uncle. The two little girls waved their hands.

Yang Luo looked at the flower in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and he continued to walk forward. All kinds of lights hit his face, making his light and dark face even more angular.

Time was passing little by little, Yang Luo didn't know how long he had been walking, and with the still cold night wind, a burst of mourning faintly came.

Yang Luo walked in the direction from which the mourning music came from, and crossed a street, and in front of him was an old-fashioned residential building. A group of people gathered under a building, and a tall mourning shed was built against the wall.

Yang Luo walked over, stood at the back of the crowd, listened to the cries coming from inside, and looked up at the pictures hanging on the top of the mourning shed. It was a twenty-one or twelve-year-old girl with a big smile on her face.

"Alas, what a pity, I was only twenty-two years old when I got a terminal illness. An old lady in the crowd sighed.

"No, what a good child, every time he sees me, he is called by grandma, grandma, and now the child is gone, my heart is empty. Another old lady said.

Yang Luo looked at the girl's photo, and Shiqi's figure appeared in his mind again.

In this world, there are all kinds of things in life every day, birth, old age, sickness and death, happiness and sorrow, gathering and separation. Dead, departed, separated people will make friends and relatives feel heartbroken. Born, happy, and together, they will continue to thrive and live in this bustling city, continue their stories, develop their lives, and watch for the future.

Life is a long song that will eventually come to an end, but life is a chess game that can never be solved, and people may meet in this complicated chess game. Whether it is a loved one or a friend, they will eventually leave your side, leave your world, and finally meet in heaven. So, don't grieve for losing them now.

Yang Luo took a deep breath and continued his hiking "journey".

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the sky gathered black clouds, and it didn't take long for thin rains to fall in the air.

Yang Luo stopped, looked at the gate in front of him, which was a vast playground, and slowly raised his head, Yang Luo looked at several buildings in the night, and the sound of reading sounded in his ears. He didn't know how long he had been gone, how he had come to the school he used to be, the middle school that left the footprints of his youth.

Yang Luo bypassed the gate and walked along the familiar path along the wall. After a while, he stopped again and looked at the high wall, where there used to be a gap where he was on his way to and from school, and now the gap was gone.

Yang Luo exerted his legs, his body rose into the air, his right hand held the top of the wall, and he turned over. Looking at some familiar scenes, Yang Luo felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, under the reflection of the lights in the distance, Yang Luo saw a beautiful and familiar figure, wandering under an old locust tree not far away.

"Wang Rou!" Yang Luo couldn't help but shout.

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