Chapter 388 Grey People
Grey People sound more advanced than Grey People. After all, they are all upgraded to being qualified to purchase cemeteries, right?
Being buried after death is a high privilege that only animals can only have to evolve into humans.
The conference room was silent, and in the halo of the crystal chandelier, the faces of the congressmen were as dark as if they had suddenly died of their parents.
"The Upper City Council is so compassionate. It has brought all the blank people into the file. This policy is really a great merit for the countless blank people in the Lower City tombs."
Zhang Deming gritted his teeth and exclaimed, then suppressed his anger and asked the key point: "Will the government's finance be more in short supply then?" The chief MP had no trouble on his face and said lightly: "That's right, so the government in the Ninth District should also streamline efficiency and reduce redundant work. Some unimportant departments or proposals must be cut off."
As soon as this was said, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became even more dismal, and all the MPs seemed to feel a knife hanging over their heads, trying to cut their flesh.
The abolition of unimportant departments will be abolition, after all, most departments are not their "territory".
But the proposal, which one was not proposed or promoted by the MPs present, is harder to accept than to cut off their lives.
The lifeline has been cut, and at least it can be installed with mechanical ones, and it can even become more "advanced". However, once the bill is laid off, the political life of the parliamentarian will be hit critically, or even die suddenly.
Zhang Deming's face became even more gloomy. His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, making a low "dong dong" sound, like a silent protest, or as if suppressing some emotion that was about to explode.
The air is getting colder and colder, as if even breathing can condense into frost.
In silence, some MPs finally couldn't help but clear their throats, trying to break the suffocating deadlock: "Chief MP, the so-called 'unimportant' bill items...what will the specific standards for abolishment?"
The chief MPs still looked calm, as if they were discussing what to eat at night, rather than a bill that determines the fate of countless people.
He gently stroked the power ring on the little finger of his left hand. The ring inlaid with the black gems specially supplied by the upper city was shining coldly under the light:
"The specific standards are still under discussion, but it is certain that all decisions will be based on efficiency and centered on the overall interests of the Ninth District."
The atmosphere became more and more silent, and no one cared about the affairs of the Second Inspector.
A mere prison, whoever wants, keeps the money bag that will only cost the government's soon-to-be shrink.
The holographic projection clock on the wall beats the numbers silently, and every second seems to be counting down the political life of some people.
At this time, Wang Xinfa suddenly laughed and said: "For the Chief Member, I will explain it to you. Simply put, a proposal that can find money is a good one, and a proposal that continues to lose money naturally needs to be laid off."
He paused at the right time and looked at the Chief Member with a smile, with a certain dangerous signal flashing in his eyes: "Chief, I understand right?" "The Chief Member squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Wang Xinfa meaningfully, and then nodded slowly: "It's generally right." As soon as this sentence was spoken, Wang Xinfa's smile became stronger.
He reached out and pulled out a document from the file bag beside him and threw it on the table with a snap.
The members of the parliament looked at each other, and their eyes fell in the center of the document.
At the top of the document, a line of handwritten titles appeared on the paper, with thick ink and black ink, and the handwriting penetrated the back of the paper, hitting everyone's eyes - "Octa-Angel Cage Beast Fighting"!
Wang Xinfa added: "Then let's see, how is this proposal? Can we help our government fully offset the deficit caused by the air tax in the future?"
Zhang Deming frowned and said: "Now we are talking about the air tax issue. Why do you do with a new proposal? Even if you want to run away, it is not like this way of running, right?" Zhang Deming was not polite, but his hands were moving very quickly, and he grabbed the documents on the table.
Some other congressmen were still too young, and their hands were half a beat slower. When they came to their senses, the documents had fallen into Zhang Deming's hands.
Zhang Deming sneered and flipped the documents, turned the pages, and closed them again with a sneer.
He sneered throughout the whole process, as if he was disdainful of the proposal, but he did not throw the documents back to the table, but instead pressed himself under his elbow.
A member of the congressman stared at Zhang Deming with a cannibal look.
Zhang Deming seemed to be invisible, and then he said coldly: "This proposal is simply ridiculous and ridiculous. I have tried it for everyone to review it, so I will not take it out and stain everyone's eyes."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Xinfa actually took out another document from his arms.
He threw the documents back on the table. The House Representatives did not move slowly this time than each other. They held a corner of the documents and refused to let go, and were afraid of tearing the documents to pieces.
The scene was like a group of vultures fighting for carrion, or a stray dog fighting for food next to a trash can.
The chief MP snorted coldly: "Are there any rules? What do you think?"
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The House Representative smiled embarrassedly. A quarter of an hour later, the document was circulated by everyone. Everyone showed a thoughtful look on their faces, looking at Wang Xinfa without saying a word, with different expressions.
Wang Xinfa didn't care what they thought or what steps they had each thought of.
[Octoangle Cage Beast Fighting Plan], no, it should be called the [Octoangle Cage Beast Fighting Plan] now. This is not just a matter of money, but it can be related to the stability and prosperity of the Ninth District.
He turned the topic back to the beginning and said quietly:
"I think the second prison matter needs to be given a result to the public as soon as possible. Since the prison system has given the truth, our government should respect the investigation results of the prison system. What do you think?"
Wang Xinfa actually prepared two sets of rhetoric in his heart, one is to respect the prison system and the other is to disrespect the prison system.
I didn't think about the prison system, but this time I was very sensible.
Silence in the conference room was for three seconds.
The members of the parliament looked at each other, then raised their right hands one after another, and all showed the most agreeable and kindest smiles at Wang Xin.
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
"...."
After the unanimous vote was passed, Zhang Deming slowly stood up, walked to the window, and opened the window.
The dazzling "sunlight" suddenly poured into the conference room, illuminating the smoke and dust in the room.
The crying of the family members of the prison guards across the street also came into the house. The crying of the family members of the prison guards across the street made the members of the representatives frown.
Zhang Deming asked in a deep voice: "I'm afraid they may not believe this result?"
Wang Xinfa's expression remained unchanged, and he had already been calculating in his heart. He said lightly: "Give them more pensions, compensate for some merit points, and finally send a few martyrs medals. If there is still trouble, it is because the family has too deep feelings and it is really difficult to part ways. Our government is also obliged to reunite the martyrs' families."
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(End of this chapter)