My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 74 There is never love or hate without reason

Who told Weidong to do those things? They were not his own abilities, but just the fragmented Heavenly Eyes of later generations.

There is no master system with the distinctive characteristics and style of a truly powerful person.

Of course he was still sleeping in the truck. The phone in the office rang, and it was Zhang Lanzhi who came out in her pajamas and a sweater to call him.

He got out of the car and didn't even go into the house. He just leaned against the window and answered the phone: "Ah? Where did you hear that?"

Yu Songhai was heartbroken: "Why didn't you tell me such important news? This could have been my exclusive. I need to reevaluate my relationship with you!"

He even regarded money as something outside of his body. This highlight in his career finally made reporter Yu angry.

Weidong was scratching his head: "How did you know? Did Jin Zhuoqun tell you?"

Yu Songhai sighed, "We had social information officers submitting articles. That evening, when all the localities were faxing their articles to the headquarters, someone sent a photo to the press station. Although the news said it was an anonymous donation, who else could it be if not Xiao Dong hugging the panda in the photo?"

Damn!

He was so focused on his own head that he didn't pay attention to Feng Chu's butt!
Yu Songhai was indeed quite angry: "The editor-in-chief asked me if I had a conflict with you. We just helped you set up your trading company, and you came to me like this."

Damn, the editor-in-chief knows everything?
That made Wei Dong feel like he needed to explain: "I definitely have my own ideas. How about I come over and have a drink with you? I remember there's a famous night snail restaurant outside your place."

Yu Songhai is indeed a foodie: "Okay, there's still half an hour left, you have to make up for it!"

Reaching out to put the phone back on the hook inside the room, the secretary leaned against the door and whispered, "Are you going out?"

After changing his posture and leaning back, Weidong noticed that the woolen sweater he had been wearing had been miraculously put on neatly and buttoned, and he had also changed into a pair of small leather shoes.

Although they still wear floral pajamas as a base, it is indeed common for women in the southwest to run around in pajamas day and night, just like Wolong feeding her child at every turn.

In fact, it was the secretary who reported the Night Snail restaurant to Rang Weidong: "I... will pack it up and bring it back to you later?"

The secretary said stubbornly, "I have to assist you with your work. I don't know what you've been busy with these past few days. You've been missing every day. I'm derelict in my duty."

He changed his stance again.

Subjectively, I probably didn't intend to seduce her, but the power was amazing. When she wore these pure cotton pajamas with a tall waist, the thin fabric could even let out a sweet fragrance.

Very tasty.

Wei Dong suddenly felt his throat dry, and he quickly changed his position: "Okay, okay, let's go, less talk and more food."

When the secretary saw him turn around, he smiled secretly and followed him, shaking his head.

When Weidong heard Goudan and the others snoring happily, he didn't drive the truck and went straight to the street to find a taxi.

However, I didn't expect that the taxis that could be seen occasionally during the day were nowhere to be seen at this time, not to mention the buses that had stopped running long ago. There were only a few rickshaws and human-powered tricycles at the intersection.

People in Chengdu are very talented in naming. Just think about what a laying chicken looks like when it squats.

You know what that enclosed tricycle looks like.

Wei Dong chose this motor vehicle without thinking too much and reported the address. Then the secretary got in and closed the broken door that could fall at any time.

One was tall and the other was strong, and they immediately filled the small back seat.

Just when Weidong felt something was wrong and wanted to get off the car, the driver had already started the car and left happily.

The two of them now felt like they were curled up in a snail shell.

Let Weidong press himself against the side wall.

Zhang Lanzhi also tried her best to make her leader more comfortable, and she even twisted her body sideways.

It turned out that the shock absorbers of this broken motorized tricycle were even worse than those of the Dongfeng truck, especially since they were so heavy. Whenever they pressed on the stones on the street or the damaged road surface, they would bounce violently.

Tricycles are also naturally prone to swaying and rocking from side to side.

The secretary who turned sideways bumped into Weidong instead, and both of them became more and more nervous!

Weidong must have felt that this was a test for him!

I must be able to withstand the test. Which awesome person can't withstand such a test?

Zhang Lanzhi lowered her head and remained silent, quietly adjusting her sitting position, trying not to be awkward. But even the occasional glint of streetlight outside illuminated her forced posture in the darkness, making it look particularly seductive. Her crimson ears seemed to heat up the entire room.

The driver, who was concentrating on driving, was puzzled: "Why is it so hot... Are you guys hot? Let's go eat some night snails. You two are so strange. Why don't you talk after getting in the car?"

The two of them were indeed silent.

It was really hard to resist the high temperature coming from the constant shaking and friction that seemed to be sticking from the shoulders to the outside of the thighs, which made Wei Dong have no energy to speak.

Zhang Lanzhi also held on with all her strength, relying entirely on her yearning for delicious food to keep going.

But with the bumps and bumps that occasionally hit Weidong, the consequence of trying not to make a sound was that his snorting became even more tempting.

Wei Dong couldn't help but lean his head over, smelling the fresh fragrance of the shampoo, and his hands and paws wanted to slide over on their own, deeply realizing how tempting the state of the secretary who has something to do is as described in the joke.

Just when he was finally ready to surrender and attempt the depth test, the chicken-holding woman braked violently and said, "We're there!"

The two of them jumped up from their seats at the same time as if relieved and tried to open the door to get off the bus, but were squeezed back down. In the end, the lady was given priority and Weidong was allowed to sit and pay before slowly getting off the bus.

The secretary had already taken the table and bent down to help him wipe the seat.

After a while, Yu Songhai came over from the reporter's station, looking surprised and saying, "Why are your faces so red?"

The secretary hurried to help set the chopsticks aside, and then shrank her shoulders, which was unusual for her, as if she really wanted to hide herself.

Let Weidong pour some white wine and change the subject: "This incident today did happen. It happened quite by chance, so there was no time to inform others, and I really don't want to make it public."

Yu Songhai also gave up on the gossip and said, "Weidong, have you figured out what 300,000 yuan means? There are remittances from all over the country, ranging from a few cents to several hundred yuan. The panda base is also a very serious and formal official institution. How can such donations not be recorded and reported? Even if it's anonymous, there should be positive publicity. You do good deeds without leaving your name..."

Let Weidong clink glasses enthusiastically: "I left my name, the company name. I'm not the kind of fool who does good things without expecting anything in return. I just think that the speed of making money is too fast, and I need to slow it down. So if that photo hadn't revealed it, you could just pretend you didn't know."

Yu Songhai also drank: "But unfortunately everyone saw it! Of course, only Lao Feng and I recognized it at the moment. You have to give an explanation."

Let Weidong make it as easy as possible: "The most official statement is to protect animals, well, to protect the ecological environment. Animals are our good friends, and we should coexist harmoniously..."

The secretary was surprised to hear about the 300,000 yuan donation, but she did not stop preparing the spicy rabbit head. She tore off the best pieces and put them on Weidong's plate reluctantly. She scratched the corner of her mouth with the peppercorns with her little finger and began to enjoy the delicious food as elegantly and contentedly as possible.

But he was frozen by these words and looked at the rabbit head in his hand in disbelief.

Maybe it's hard to get a clear feeling when chewing other parts of the body, but this is a skull. She suddenly felt so nauseous that she couldn't eat it, especially since there were so many white little rabbits in the iron cage next to it.

Her overly frozen posture attracted the attention of the two men who were talking to her. They saw her holding the rabbit head with an embarrassed look on her face.

They couldn't help but laugh. "Two different things, two different things. Eating poultry and protecting wildlife are two different things. Last year, there were only 75 pandas in the wild base. Currently, the larger amounts received are all from overseas donations. Your largest domestic donation is definitely going to be publicized!"

Weidong was baffled by the fact that he couldn't get away with just pretending to be cool. "Why do you have to make such a fuss about it? Can't you just use the money properly?"

A reporter from a major newspaper patiently explained, "Pandas have always held special significance in my country, and in recent years have been the highest-level symbol of friendship in international affairs. However, in 80, we joined the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora, which protects endangered species from trade. Last April, an amendment to the Washington Convention included pandas in its list. This has led to our gifting of pandas becoming a prime example for international organizations to criticize. After all, mutual gifting is considered trade..."

Zhang Lanzhi could no longer convince herself to eat the rabbit head. Looking at the disassembled skull, she felt it was not a good idea to put it back on the plate, and it would be a shame to waste it, so she quietly stuffed it into Weidong's plate and went to the spicy giant snails, not listening to any of the conventions.

Forty years later, the old security guard subconsciously chuckled, "Isn't this just some European and American attempt to get rid of us? How come the arrow bamboo blossoms and the convention amendment happened at the same time in 83? And the UN listed pandas in February of this year? Is there such a coincidence?"

Right, in thirty or forty years, anyone who has access to the Internet will know that all those treaty clauses that were imposed to circumvent the mainland, which was desperately trying to develop, were meant to put obstacles in the way and shackles on it. They were all intentional.

But in the 1980s, we still believed that various international conventions must be the fairest and most just things. If they did not comply, it must be because we had not done well enough.

Yu Songhai froze, the pickled pepper duck intestines he was holding with his chopsticks falling onto the table. He quickly reached for them and said, "You, your thinking is too broad. You still say you're not as imaginative as Old Yu, but I think you... do you think this is really possible?"

Weidong couldn't help but chime in: "I don't know if the two are related, but this amendment, at a crucial moment, elevates pandas to a supreme position. No one can touch them. Isn't this a form of moral kidnapping? Will donations decrease?"

Yu Songhai chewed the delicious food like it was a lump of wax and took a deep gulp of his wine. "Now that you mention it, it seems a little off. In the past few years, we had a lot of international friends visiting us, and the donations brought a lot of international funding to the reserve and panda research. We also went to conduct interviews. Last year, the panda donations stopped, so this kind of funding must have dropped sharply!"

Weidong spread his hands. "Right? Sometimes it looks like a natural cause, but it's actually a carefully planned man-made disaster. On the surface, it looks like the pandas have run out of bamboo to eat. Is it because the nature reserve or research institute suddenly ran out of money to maintain it?"

For example, the Citibank fire was not a natural disaster that happens every year, but the result of a lack of funds to maintain the fire-fighting system.

People all over the country know this cause and effect relationship.

Ever since Yu Songhai met Rang Weidong, he must have felt like he was carrying an electric plug with him, and he was often numb from the vibrations.

Because Weidong would not easily talk so much to others, and what people around him said might not be understood. For example, the secretary was enjoying the fried liver and kidneys, and even happily poured himself a little white wine, feeling so comfortable!
The reporter couldn't sit still anymore and said, "I have to go back and write the article!"

Expose the ugly face of imperialism!
(End of this chapter)