C6 Pingjie's past

A few minutes later, Zhang Ping and I came down in the elevator. She checked in at the front desk. When we came out of Ru Jia, I realized that my car was in front of the bar, and I couldn't get it in time to take Zhang Ping to work.

Zhang Ping looked at my stunned expression and said, "Your car is at the entrance of the bar. Why don't you take a taxi and give it to me?"

I thought about it and decided that was all I could do. I got into a taxi and asked the driver to take Zhang Ping to work first before taking me to work at the office.

The taxi arrived at the door of the Jianghai City and Gas Company where Zhang Ping was. Zhang Ping got out of the taxi and said with a smile, "Thank you, Young Master Tang."

I said, "You're welcome. Hurry up."

Zhang Ping bent down and hugged my neck through the window. She kissed me on the cheek, then waved her hand and said, "Bye dog."

I nodded, and Zhang Ping turned and hopped into the gas company building. I looked at her bouncing buttocks and sighed, thinking: It's better not to jump on such a big ass walking, and not to fall to the ground.

The taxi driver walked me to the front door of the unit, and I paid the driver to get out of the car. I walked into the office building and went to my office.

I made myself a cup of tea in the office, then carried the cup to my desk and sat down, flipping through the papers on the desk. These documents were all the work that had been accumulated over the past few days. Most of them were the documents that had been distributed above, and some of them were the work plans and tasks that the Board had to do.

Now, let's introduce myself. I'm Standing Deputy Director-general from a certain department in Jianghai City, who is in charge of government affairs and internal affairs. I just transferred over from other functional departments in the city last year. Generally, public officials would have to be at least in their forties before they could get to Standing Deputy Director-general's position. Furthermore, they would need to be highly qualified and capable. Most importantly, they had to have strong backers. I became the second-in-command in this game before I was thirty, and after countless people gnashed their teeth to pieces, there was only envy, jealousy, and hatred left.

To this day, I still have a record in the province, which is the youngest official level official in the province. That year, I was only 28 years old, and at the age of 30, I was transferred to Standing Deputy Director-general, the most oily yamen. To many people, my speed of promotion is almost as if I'm riding on a rocket.

Almost everyone in Jianghai City suspects that I either have a strong backing, or they insist that I either train young cadres in the provinces or even in the central government, or the promotions will come in waves, and my path of promotion is almost smooth." In the eyes of others, such a speed of advancement was nothing like riding on a rocket. It was as if they were chasing the stars and the moon while riding on a flying kick missile.

Almost everyone suspects that I have a very strong backer. That's right, I do have a very strong backer. To be exact, it's not backstage, but my birth. Jianghai is a place that my grandfather, that integrator, had fought in the past, and both grandfather and father were once the number one figures in Jianghai.

Jianghai was a local city, it was the largest industrial city in the province and was rich in mineral resources. Although the old man had been transferred to the provincial capital, he was still number one in Jianghai City. Normally, his office was located in Jianghai, and he would also be stationed in the provincial capital for a period of time from time to time.

With this, everyone will understand that our family is the number one clan in Jianghai. With this background, it is impossible for me to not want to advance, because from the moment I was born, I carried this kind of mission.

The old man's surname was Yang while my surname was Tang. Moreover, I hadn't lived with my father since junior high school. I was studying in the provincial capital's Binhe City, in junior high school and senior high school. The university was in Beijing, so there weren't many people who knew that we were father and son.

When I was in middle school, my name was Yang Liang, not the current Tang Liang. Tang Liang was the name I used when my mother jumped from the roof to commit suicide. When the old man first got angry, he gave me a good spanking with his belt and threatened to change my surname at the police station, even more so if I went to the police station to change my surname.

The old man was in charge of government affairs back then, so it was easy for him to do this. Strangely enough, the old man had never done this before, and the name Tang Liang had been used up to now. Then I asked him and he didn't explain. It wasn't until today that I understood the old tutor's intentions. The older the wiser, the old tutor was.

Actually, I'm not really interested in politics. What I'm more interested in is the wind and moon arena, as well as doing business. Every time I get promoted, it has nothing to do with me, because I've never asked him for a promotion.

Because the positions I previously held didn't have much power, although my path of advancement was always controversial, it didn't attract too much attention and thus didn't receive too much of a reaction. These were the results that the old man wanted.

The old gramps has already designed a grand path for me. As long as I don't make any big mistakes and don't make any unforgivable mistakes, then my path to promotion will continue to progress until I reach the peak of the old gramps abilities.

In fact, some of the details were missing from my resume, and I added them myself to give you a better understanding and understanding of my nature.

When I applied for the college entrance exam, I filled in the law as my first aspiration, and when I read the law I found that I still needed to understand economics, so I took a major in financial economics, because I had taken a double degree, and after five years at my university I had taken two degrees, which was the equivalent of a master's degree.

The most spectacular part of my life in thirty years occurred in the year of my third year of college, and I often recall thinking that I had proved my talent for doing business at that time.

That year I began to divide my limited living expenses into four parts, one part for daily use, one part for girls' money, one part for starting the first part of the business, and the other part for pocket money.

I'm not a fuerdai, so my pocket money is limited. The old gramps would give me a sum of money every year. As I grew older, the amount of money would also increase, which I would freely spend. I wouldn't be able to spend all of this money, but I would still have some left over by the end of the year. Although I do not advocate spending money to get a girlfriend, but love is always spent money, so my budget is always part of the dedicated funding.

The reason I have a dedicated fund is because I'm older than my peers.

When I was just sixteen, Ms Ping's family was in the provincial capital's Binhe City, and I was twenty-eight years old that year. Ms Ping married 21, the so-called seven-year itch, married the seventh year and started a divorce with her husband. The two of them had a tense relationship with each other. They purposely went to Jianghai City to relax and stayed at my house. The old man was too busy to take care of me, so he entrusted her to take care of me. He cooked and washed clothes for me and also stared at me as he studied.

That afternoon, when I came back from playing football, my head was covered with sweat, and as soon as I entered the room, I dived into the bathroom to take a cold shower. The sound of running water came from inside, but the door wasn't closed. I pushed open the door and walked into Mao's room. I was stunned to see Ms Ping bathing.

Ms Ping was also shocked when I barged in. She just stared at me in a daze.

My throat dries and I swallow. I say, "Ms Ping."

Ms Ping came back to her senses and said with a flushed face, "What are you doing running in here? Get out, it's so embarrassing."

My face turned red and I ran out as fast as I could.

Although I had just turned sixteen at the time, I still knew a little about men and women. I also vaguely know that Ms Ping and the old man's relationship seems to be a little abnormal, but this time, when Ms Ping came to stay at my house, the old man treated her a little coldly. Ms Ping also had a look of hidden bitterness on her face. In front of me, she also had some complaints about the old man.

After about twenty minutes, as my mind and body slowly settled down, there was a knock on the door. Ms Ping did not wait for me to answer before pushing the door open and entering in her bathrobe.

Ms Ping's expression was calm, as if she had forgotten what just happened. She looked at me and chuckled. Her body was emitting the fragrance of shampoo and shower fluid. She said: "Little Liang, I'm done. You go wash up."

However, I was still a little afraid in my heart as I stammered, "I'm sorry Ms Ping, I … I'm not. "It was intentional."

Ms Ping smiled and said gently, "Elder sister knows that you didn't do it on purpose. I don't blame you. "Well, don't think about it. Go take a bath."

I thought to myself, it would be strange if you didn't blame me, but maybe you would complain in front of the old man. "Please, Ms Ping, don't tell my father."

Ms Ping frankly said, "How could that happen? It's inevitable that such an embarrassing thing would happen if you lived in the same house." "Besides, if you see it, you'll see it. It's not like you'll lose anything."

When I looked up and saw Ms Ping's pretty face, my mind was in turmoil again.

I kept my head down and didn't say anything. It was as if a demon were about to rush out of my heart at any moment. Ms Ping thought I was still feeling guilty about what had happened, so she put her head on her chest to comfort me. I pressed my face against her chest and smelled the scent of a woman's body.

This made me very afraid, afraid that Ms Ping would see, but she would see.

Ms Ping's piercing gaze made me ashamed. I blushed, but I didn't know where I got the courage, so I blurted out, "Ms Ping, I don't know what a woman looks like. I want to study her, okay?"

I noticed that Ms Ping had obviously been shocked and was staring at me in bewilderment. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and I was so nervous that I was sweating all over.

I didn't expect that Ms Ping would suddenly giggle. She laughed and said, "Little scoundrel, you really are your father's good son. You have the same moral character as your father. You can't learn well at such a young age."

I gathered my courage and begged while blushing, "Ms Ping, I'm really curious. Please let me study it."

Ms Ping's face was flushed, but there was a smile in her eyes. She said shyly, "Go, little brat. What can you do?"

I said, disgruntled, "I can't do that with a little kid. What's the point of it?"

Ms Ping's gaze changed little by little as she looked at me. In the end, her face flushed red as she pulled me into her embrace …