Zhao Anpin nodded with a smile as a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He started wondering if he should just give him the money directly?
He placed forward the two bottles of wine and two packets of tea standing by his feet, indicating that they were to be given to Han Qingsong.
Han Qingsong’s brows did not move, “Hurry up and take it back, lest I detain you for bribery— and I’m not joking.”
Zhao Anpin sneered, “Director Han is truly humorous; I know you don’t like this little thing.”
He took out another stack of tickets, including cloth tickets, cotton tickets, oil tickets, kerosene tickets, and so on.
Even if one had tickets, they needed money as well. Zhao Anpin also attached 100 Yuan to his stack of offerings. This bundle was a great gift and there was no way that no one would be tempted.
Han Qingsong looked at the colorful tickets as he picked one up and looked at it. It was 20 catties of peanut oil.
Oh, what a deal.
Zhao Anpin had a smile on his face, but he was very contemptuous in his heart: You bastard, let me show you! This Master can kill you with mere tickets!
Han Qingsong’s handsome face seemed to have been covered with thick clouds and a wave of coercion started to spread out, making Zhao Anpin feel uncomfortable.
However, Zhao Anpian believed that Han Qingsong must have been greedy for money.
He thought that he would first offer Han Qingsong however much he wanted until he was able to save his nephew. After giving it, he would immediately go to the County Revolutionary Committee to report about it. He wanted to give this unreasonable and greedy Han Qingsong a good slap in the face!
“Director Han, as long as you say what you desire, any amount isn’t impossible when it comes to money. There are still two hundred catties of fine noodles for you as well,” Zhao Anpin squinted his eyes and looked very proud, “I heard that you plan to build a house as well, so how about you put the expenses of the bricks on my side?”
Han Qingsong frowned deeply as his forehead showed creases. He spoke word by word, “No wonder the members of the Commune experienced a lack of grain and oil; they don’t have sufficient cloth either. It turns out that they are all here with you.”
Zhao Anpin was stunned for a moment—what were these words?
Why were things about him now?
He smiled and said, “Director Han is a sensible person. You won’t be able to finish all of that even in the span of two years. I’ll help you exchange money for the items to sell as well…”
“Okay, you don’t have to go back either; you can go to the farm with Zhao Jianshe,” Han Qingsong threw the bills and money into a file bag and grabbed Zhao Anpin with his large hands, “Let’s go.”
Zhao Anpin was stunned as he didn’t understand what Han Qingsong meant. However, he never expected that there would be such a person who wanted to arrest him even though he made the journey personally to bring him wealth.
Has anyone ever offended the God of Wealth like this?
“Ha-Han Qingsong, what do you mean by this?”
Han Qingsong frowned, “Are you stupid? Didn’t I make it very clear?”
“How dare you!” Zhao Anpin became anxious when he realized that Han Qingsong was not joking and was adamantly serious.
Zhao Anpin had managed many connections before, but he had never seen such an unethical person. What a shame he was for a cadre!
Han Qingsong grabbed him like a pair of pliers, not giving him an ounce of respect at all. At this time, Sun Zhuowen and Huang Weizhong invited Director Jia to come over.