mijobooks Chapter 65 Your cultural level is poor!
Chapter 65 Your cultural level is poor!
Lin Chen had been living in the villa for more than two months, but he still couldn't find the feeling of "home".
Alone in a 300-square-meter space, after taking a shower, I walked out naked and was greeted by a 2.4-meter-long bed. The entire villa was so empty that I could hear the echo of my own footsteps.
It turns out that having money can be truly lonely.
My college best friend, Dog Bro, always says, "Just bring a woman home to warm things up."
But after what happened with Chen Ya, Lin Chen really couldn't muster any interest.
His ideal relationship is one where he can be summoned and dismissed at will, and ideally, the girl can gently lick his wounds afterward. However, in reality, most girls like to use the name of "love" to engage in PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics.
Missing a phone call means you don't care, playing games for a while means you lack ambition, not cleaning the toilet for a day means you have poor hygiene, washing underwear together means you spread the virus, and you're expected to cater to your boss and be someone else's dog... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.
Forget it, I might as well spend a few hundred dollars to buy two hours of fake intimacy at a karaoke bar.
He also tried letting his parents come and stay for a while.
But ever since his parents realized he had no intention of getting married, their attitude changed drastically. Now, every time they talk on the phone, no matter what they talk about at the beginning, it always ends up circling back to urging him to get married.
It's too difficult. Lin Chen doesn't know what his parents are worried about. Moreover, Lin Chen is not the only son in the family and has no family business to inherit, so he doesn't even dare to make too many phone calls now, let alone invite them to stay.
Just as he was about to leave work that day, Director Tang came over in her high heels and blocked the door: "Lin Chen, there's a dinner party tonight."
"No," Lin Chen refused outright.
"Whoever wants to go can go."
He never knew how to be polite to Tang Xin. This woman always made him take the blame, and he had had enough.
And he wants to go back to writing novels.
"Director Song specifically asked you to go." Tang Xin leaned against the door with her arms crossed. "You don't want to go? Then explain it to him yourself."
"Explanation my ass."
Lin Chen is really a jerk. Ever since the last water quality incident, Director Song's "care" for him has become more and more specific, and now he's even taking advantage of dinner parties.
He really didn't want to join in the fun.
At Director Song's dinner party, all the guests were prominent figures from Sui County. What could a mere commissioner like him do? He'd just smile obsequiously, offer toasts, and be nothing more than a background figure. The thought alone was suffocating.
But Director Song didn't give Lin Chen a chance to refuse, and threw a briefcase at him as soon as he came out: "Let's go."
Tonight's host is Dong Xinghui, a business tycoon from Sui County. He made his fortune in his early years by raising chickens, ducks, and geese, catching the wave of a boom and earning his first pot of gold. Later, he opened a chemical plant and a food factory, and his net worth has long exceeded one billion yuan. In the county, he is a "meritorious figure," generating revenue and creating jobs for the local area, and his words carry considerable weight in the business world.
However, Lin Chen knew Dong Xinghui not because of these things, but because of the petition box.
The petition box frequently received complaints that his Xinghui Chemical Plant had caused serious pollution in the area. However, Lin Chen had neither the time nor the energy to deal with this matter, since none of these people had filed a formal complaint under their real names.
To put it bluntly, the reason for this banquet was that he wanted to set up a new feed mill, and the drainage and sewage discharge involved the water company. He wanted to use this dinner to smooth things over and get Song Jiehui to issue him a permit that would allow him to discharge sewage directly into the Blue River.
Today's dinner is being held at the most famous restaurant in Sui County, "Qinglong". I've heard Old Man Cheng say that you can eat anything here, and there's nothing he can't make.
I wonder if they have abalone heads.
Today, Director Song used the company's official vehicle, number one. As soon as the car arrived at the entrance of Qinglong Restaurant, Dong Xinghui was already waiting at the door for a long time and even personally directed the driver to park.
"Back up, back up, straighten up, that's good, beautiful." A billionaire boss was not arrogant, but he was giving random directions while standing next to the car. What could have been a simple stop took the driver three extra attempts.
As Director Song got out of the car, Dong Xinghui immediately greeted him with a beaming smile and shook his hand: "Director Song, your presence is an immense honor for me!"
"Mr. Dong, you're too kind." Director Song spoke in an official tone, unhurried and composed. Earlier in the car, Song Jiehui had mentioned that he didn't actually want to come, but Dong Xinghui had contacted Zeng Huihuang from the municipal company.
He might disregard Dong Xinghui's feelings, but he would give Zeng Huihuang face.
Lin Chen didn't know why, but Zeng Huihuang seemed to be everywhere. This scoundrel was gone, but it was as if he hadn't left, like a ghost that wouldn't leave.
Upon entering the private room, one finds it already occupied by several people, mostly Dong Xinghui's men. Each of them keeps their eyes down and exudes a slick, worldly air.
In the corner sat a young woman, in her early twenties, wearing a floral dress with a crisscross strap design at the chest that was stretched taut, the curves of which seemed about to burst the fabric. She exuded an air of youthful naiveté and deliberate worldliness.
"Xiaoyu, come over here and serve Director Song properly." As soon as Director Song sat down, Dong Xinghui pushed the woman toward him.
so good.
The woman was quite professional; she plopped down, half her body pressed against Director Song, her chest almost brushing against his arm—that was quite a display of her "chest" side.
Director Song was clearly used to this kind of scene; he didn't even lift his eyelids and just calmly enjoyed it.
Lin Chen was very envious, and he also wanted a busty girl to serve him, but no one paid any attention to him. Fortunately, Tang Xin, who was by his side, was not bad either, but she didn't know what was good for her.
At first, everyone exchanged pleasantries politely, chatting about the weather and policies, but never mentioning anything serious. However, after a few rounds of drinks, Dong Xinghui, holding a wine glass, swaggered over to Director Song, his smile concealing a dagger.
"Director Song, this toast is for you. I'll need your help with the drainage project for my feed mill. It's almost done, just waiting for the water company's permit."
Just as Director Song was about to raise his glass, he paused upon hearing this and said calmly, "Boss Dong, this matter must be handled according to procedure. I heard that your factory's sewage system hasn't been approved by the government yet, right? I'll say it again, if they get it approved, it'll be easy for me."
Indeed, discharging sewage into the river requires approvals from both the government and Xinhai Company.
Dong Xinghui seemed to have been prepared. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, slammed them on the table, and proudly raised his chin: "Director Song, this is the acceptance permit that the government just approved!" His tone was as if to say, "Didn't expect that, did you?"
Song Jiehui frowned. He really hadn't expected that he could actually get the government officials under his control. In fact, for Dong Xinghui, dealing with civil servants was the easiest thing to do; he just needed to get their leaders on his side. What he feared most were rotten people.
Song Jiehui: "I heard from our people that your factory's sewage system doesn't have this wastewater processor installed, and it doesn't treat or purify the wastewater, so you plan to discharge it directly into the Blue River?"
Damn it, this is too much! The Lanhe River is the mother river of Suixian County. Although the Lanhe River is not directly used for drinking water, this kind of drying is definitely harmful to the ecology.
Dong Xinghui seemed completely unconcerned: "Director Song, this is a feed mill, not a chemical plant. The raw materials are all natural and non-toxic, and the wastewater is also just harmless substances. At most, it's a little turbid. It will have no major impact if it's discharged directly."
Holy crap, saying that is utterly shameless.
Seeing that Song Jiehui didn't respond, Dong Xinghui paused and then said, "To be honest, a feed mill doesn't make much profit to begin with. If you add a sewage treatment system, the company won't make any profit at all and won't be able to keep operating. If it weren't for the government pressuring me to open the factory and asking me to increase employment in Suixian County, I wouldn't have opened this factory at all."
Lin Chen almost burst out laughing.
Do you think you can fool a fool? Would a profit-driven businessman do a losing business? He just wants to save money on sewage treatment and make a quick buck, yet he acts like he's some kind of saint.
Lin Chen wanted to argue with him.
Director Song put down the materials, his face darkening: "Boss Dong, whether it's a feed mill or a chemical plant, as long as they are involved in discharging sewage into the river, they must undergo testing by our water resources department. This is a regulation that cannot be broken."
Dong Xinghui's face instantly turned cold, and he slammed his wine glass heavily on the table, spilling wine all over the floor: "Director Song, the government has already approved it, and I've also asked Zeng Huihuang, the leader of your city company. There's no problem with this. Now you're still holding it up. Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
These words immediately killed the conversation. Everyone present held their breath. Everyone knew that Dong Xinghui was a major taxpayer in the county, so the government naturally turned a blind eye to him. If Director Song insisted on going against the grain, he would be going against the grain.
Director Song's face turned pale and then red, his fingers gripping the wine glass tightly, clearly stumped.
If he backs down, he will be violating his principles, and he will be held responsible if Lanhe encounters problems in the future. If he doesn't back down, Dong Xinghui will definitely not let it go.
"Mr. Dong, I'd like to ask you, where did you get the government's permission?" Just as the tension was about to escalate, Lin Chen spoke up with a smile on his face.
Dong Xinghui looked at Lin Chen, his voice cold: "Who are you? Who gives you the right to speak?"
Seeing Lin Chen's composed demeanor, Song Jiehui quickly replied, "This is my secretary, Lin Chen."
Secretary? That's right, Lin Chen himself didn't expect to have such an identity.
Dong Xinghui: "Director Song, is your secretary out of his mind? The government's approval documents are right here, and he's still spouting such nonsense."
Lin Chen had just looked at the approval document, then picked up the materials on the table with a smile and pointed to one of them: "Boss Dong, I may not be very bright, but your education level is definitely not high. You said the government has approved the acceptance permit, but this document only says 'agree to discharge sewage into the river after environmental protection standards are met,' while the regulation is 'sewage can be discharged after environmental protection standards are met.' You haven't installed a processor, so how can it be considered compliant? Did your PE teacher teach you Chinese?"
Actually, everyone understands what this permit means. We're not stupid; we all know it without saying a word. But they can't just write that they allow you to discharge sewage directly into the Lanhe River; that would be a crime.
Lin Chen seized on this loophole: "Boss Dong, it's not that we don't want you to discharge sewage, it's just that the government won't allow it, and we dare not open this door for you. Please don't make things difficult for our Director Song."
Dong Xinghui stared intently at Lin Chen, his face flushing red and then turning pale, unable to utter a word for a moment.