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Lv Chunping, director of the Chaoyang Street Police Station, watered two pots of flowers on the windowsill. The already cracked flower soil made a happy sound of hissing when it absorbed water, which shows how eager they are to be nourished. The two pots of flowers were given to him by Han Xiaomei, the household registration clerk. He said that indoor flowers can purify the air and be eye-catching to adjust the mood. Lv Chunping said, I am so busy all day that my feet do not even touch the ground. How can I have time to take care of them? There is no need for them here. They will fight to death in three days. Han Xiaomei said, give me a key to your office, and I will wait for you. These two pots of flowers are hard-skinned, and they will shine brightly if given a little sunshine, and they will survive with a little water. Lu Chunping knew Han Xiaomei's thoughts. She had a good impression of herself and wanted to get close to him in this way.

The plan that had been brewing for a long time was finally going to be implemented tonight, which made him excited and nervous. More than two years ago, Chu Changfa devised a plan that he thought was perfect, and planned to withdraw part of the money from the unit's treasury for his own use. The goal was one million, which he thought was a reasonable amount that would satisfy his needs without being greedy. The plan should be said to be very detailed, and he was well prepared, but just when he was about to implement it, instructions suddenly came from above. In order to reduce the occupancy rate of funds, each branch must hand over the cash in the small vault to the large vault of the municipal bank for unified management every day. This means that if Chu Changfa implements the original plan step by step and finally opens the vault door, he will be faced with an empty room without a dime.