The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 1012: Chapter 1012: The Wealthy Cannot Fight the Officials

"What nonsense are you talking!"

Lin Fan’s words made Zhang Tianfang, who originally wanted to show off his wealth, stunned for a moment, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Lin Fan laughed and walked to the car, gently stroking the shiny car paint and said, "This is a hundred percent luxury car, at least worth several million. The son of a deputy dean driving such a car must be an inexplicable large sum, right? These days, I’m just about to sit down with the disciplinary committee, and I’ll make sure to give a good report then."

"No... It’s... It’s not my car... I’m just borrowing it."

The mention of the disciplinary committee immediately scared Zhang Tianfang pale. He failed to show off and instead was threatened by Lin Fan, making him feel worse than swallowing a fly.

"Showing off things you borrowed, you really care about face. Isn’t this called pretending to be rich when you’re not?"

Lin Fan certainly knew the car couldn’t be borrowed, but Zhang Tianfang absolutely wouldn’t dare admit it was his. So, he smilingly wrapped his arm around Zhu Dan’s waist, looked at the other with disdain, and said, "I’ve suddenly changed my mind. Let’s go home and order takeout."

"Whatever you say!"

shoulder like a tiny bird, and Lin Fan faced Zhang Tianfang with a smile and said, "After all, the office desk can’t compare to the comfort of

"You..."

directly, but even then, Zhang Tianfang couldn’t do anything, he could only glare

you always

Lin Fan’s arm, Zhu Dan looked at her sweetheart with

but I will be from now on, especially with oily-haired, powdered-faced

Dan’s waist, and the two of them walked openly towards the neighborhood across from the Agricultural Science

it, where did this punk come from? Daring to steal a woman from me. Wait, I’m definitely going to finish

hatred, Zhang Tianfang had nowhere to vent his anger, he could only pound the steering wheel, quietly vowing that

on the display, Zhang Tianfang quickly changed to a flattering expression and pressed the answer key:

to organize a luxury car parade to back me up at the Provincial

of Liu Cheng’en on the phone was tyrannically

problem, of course. Liu, you’re really a romantic, it’s rare to be so attentive to a country

the phone,

the culture in different circles is completely different. In the business circle, under ten billion is one tier, a hundred billion is another, and a trillion is yet another. But in the officialdom, as the deputy dean’s son, he could only be considered a small fry. Though he might walk arrogantly in front of others, everyone knows that a deputy’s career tops out in

son of the deputy dean, he would be ninety percent unlikely to surpass his father unless he could climb into a higher tier circle, of which Liu Cheng’en was his only opportunity up, so he

a city mayor, still a divorcee. How’s it going,