
I’m Zhao Ruilong, and I Choose Politics Over Business
我赵瑞龙,从政不从商
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 797k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Film & TV Fanfiction
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
194Chapters
3.3MReads
13.8kFlowers
9.8Score
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To be honest, the fact that you start the story by flirting with a woman who is being coerced by you is really a bit deceptive.
So Zhao Lichun's retreat to the second line here is not a liquidation but a way to make way for his son. After all, the father and son cannot both be state-funded cadres.
It's better to go back and be your dandy. You can't even control your own crotch. What's the point of being successful? Moreover, after being teased by a widow for a few words, your face turns red and you can't speak anymore.
Asking for flowers and comments. Thank you sir
What a ****, and the deputy captain of the detachment came up. You have a fucking brain. **Stuff
Ouyang Jing, forget it, Zhong Xiaoai is pretty good, why don't you cut her off?
Regarding the protagonist, the protagonist's brains are too big to be a village chief, let alone a provincial governor. He was like a pig, unable to even control his basic emotions. He was always angry and resentful, with no sense of control at all. Not as good as Zhao Ruilong in the original work
Okay, okay, okay. Trust me. . It can look good
Go check the author's brain, don't influence the next generation, and ask your children to read more books. Otherwise, they will be just like you, and you still write official articles? Why don't you write ancient imperial texts? You don't have to worry about the influence of rank. The people inside are always going against their superiors. Do you only have shit in your mind?
When I read Chapter 22, I don't want to say more or less. Mr. Zhao's four magic weapons are reporting the number, taking action, drawing a gun, and looking for his father. The former deputy county magistrate spent two years studying economics and did nothing. To borrow Li Dakang's words, he is lazy in politics, does nothing, and eats for nothing.