Time Travel: Conditional Wealth

at night.

He Xi was dreaming.

She dreamed of the original owner, and she said thank you, thank you for thinking about her, but she didn’t want to make things difficult for He Zhien, so she let it all end there.

He Xi nodded in agreement, and said that as long as the original owner didn't care she would not pursue the matter further and was happy to be at ease.

At the end of the year, the town government held a meeting. The main task was to ensure production and promote the economy. They hoped that He Xi could take out pesticides like he did last time to ensure that the vegetables grown in the greenhouses could be sold at a good price and have a good year.

He Xi glanced at the leader who was talking freely and asked seriously, "Who will pay for it? I paid for it last time because it was not approved. What about this time?"

One of the technicians smiled and said, "Technician He, you are still short of this little money. Even if the big family leaks a little food through their fingers, it is enough to feed us. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah yeah!"

He Xi raised an eyebrow: "Are you questioning the social classes divided by the country? I am a genuine poor and lower-middle peasant. It is better not to spread such groundless rumors."

He added: "You don't have it, but your boyfriend has it, right? Let him..."

He Xi interrupted him directly: "I don't know whether he has it or not, but I think you should have it, otherwise how can you talk without any pain in your waist. If you have it, just take it out, no need to show off in a roundabout way."

He subconsciously protected his pocket, which was the money his mother asked him to buy for the betrothal gift: "Where do I have the money? If Technician He doesn't want to take it, just say so. What's the point of thinking about my little money?"

He Xi smiled, leaned back in the chair and looked at him: "Whatever you mean, I mean the same thing. It's not that I don't serve the people, but whose money comes from the wind? Last time I paid for it out of my own pocket, this time..."

She looked at everyone present meaningfully and said, "It's a matter of time, isn't it? Everyone should do their part, instead of just fleecing one sheep, right?"

Everyone started talking:

"This...we don't have money either."

"This matter is not for us, but for the working people."

I can't stand those who can't stand others doing well, so I said sarcastically: "Who has money these days? Didn't you say something very exciting just now? Why are you so disappointed?"

There was undisguised mockery in He Xi's eyes: "Famous for double standards."

"Famous for double standards?"

Everyone except He Xi looked at each other, not understanding what she meant, but it didn't sound like a good thing.

He Xi tapped the pen in his hand on the table from time to time: "Since it is for the working people, then we can all chip in. Anyway, I can't give two."

A group of people who wanted to take advantage started to chirp again, but He Xiquan pretended not to hear or see anything.

Ever since the last incident, He Xi's relationship with the team members has become delicate. He still talks to Luo Hong, but has nothing to say to the other two male comrades.

In addition to the work assigned above, He Xi will not include those two in the new varieties and pesticides he developed himself. Is there any need to share the credit?

No need!

After much discussion, the final decision was to wait for approval of the special funds from above and resolutely not to advance the payment, while also emphasizing the distinction between public and private.

Minister Jiang of the Ministry of Agriculture looked coldly at the group of noisy but useless people who were just trying to get by. He narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Is this how you do things? You push it when you can, and look for fat sheep to slaughter when you can't? I think you don't need to come here after the New Year, just go home and retire!"

The group of people began to panic: "Minister Jiang, what do you mean by this? I'm afraid you don't have the authority to decide whether so many people stay or go?"

Minister Jiang looked embarrassed: "Then I can only report your work attitude and working methods to the city truthfully. I still have this right."

Deputy Director Zhang began to play coy: "Minister Jiang is a role model for us because he cares about the vast majority of shanty dwellers, but we can't starve to death for the sake of others, right?"

Minister Jiang watched him finish his words with a cold face: "So when they forced Technician He just now, you died and nothing happened. Now that it concerns your own wallet, you are anxious?"

Deputy Director Zhang showed obvious displeasure: "Minister Jiang, please watch your words."

"Words?" Minister Jiang sneered, "I've been very polite. That's right. Deputy Director Zhang's money is still reserved for the group dinner, right?"

Gossip is not about people, and the same is true for public officials. They whispered to each other: "Hey, did you hear that the feud between Technician He and Fei Jin was made at the dinner table that day? It was Deputy Director Zhang who forced Technician He to go, and specified that no one else could accompany him."

"Oh, no, I won't accompany you. Why is he so disgusting? What else does he want to do?"

"Who knows!"

"The matter didn't work out, so that's why you're making things difficult for Technician He today?"

Hmm, the gossipy person nodded in understanding.

Unexpectedly, the topic changed and he became a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat.

Deputy Director Zhang's face looked extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Minister Jiang, who usually looked aloof, could be so eloquent. He had underestimated the enemy.

Deputy Director Zhang cleared his throat and said, "Please stop gossiping and talk about business first. I will contribute fifty yuan to show my support for the work of the Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Affairs. Please contribute as well."

The first technician who squeezed He Xi had a drooping mouth corner and complained: "That won't do. Why should I pay for it out of my own pocket? I don't have it. I won't do it." He held his purse tightly.

With Deputy Director Zhang taking the lead, others headed by him followed suit. Everyone present donated money, some more and some less. That person didn't donate, and He Xi didn't take any either.

That person suffered a lot of cold stares, both overtly and covertly. He said nice things at the time, but he just wanted to get the credit for free. They wanted to see who would go to his wedding?

Deputy Director Zhang returned to the office with a gloomy face. He wanted to throw the cup of water in his hand but couldn't bear to do so, so he put it heavily on the table. After a "clang", water stains flowed out on the table.

It's still broken after all.

The tall man said, "Director, what about the money? I took it because of your face."

They privately called him director, omitting the word "deputy", which showed his presumptuous intention.

"Me too, if you hadn't signaled me, I wouldn't have been able to take it."

"Me too."

"Me too."

……

Deputy Director Zhang's eyes went dark, thinking that all the money they had just taken was counted on him.

He grabbed the corner of the table, barely stood up, and said with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry, this money is a loan from me, and I will definitely pay it back in the future."

The short man said, "Director, I didn't mean that, but since you said so, let's write a document."

Deputy Director Zhang looked at him in shock, gritted his teeth, and said calmly, "Okay."

Five IOUs, fifty dollars.

He fell into the chair, with a fishy-sweet taste in his throat. You are so good, He Xi, you are so good, Minister Jiang.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

It looks comfortable.