Chapter 167 166 Conversation, going home with my sister

Wang Yuan stayed in the hotel for one night and took a taxi directly to the train station early the next morning. His sister Wang Qing originally wanted to see him off, but he refused.

Woo~~

The old green leather train started slowly. Wang Yuan looked at the slowly receding scenery outside the window and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yanjing is really changing little by little, and it will gradually become more and more prosperous."

A few hours later, Wang Yuan arrived at Jinmen. As soon as he stepped out of the car door, a cold wind blew directly over his head and face, causing him to wrap up his cotton-padded jacket tightly in an instant.

As he walked outside with the turbulent flow of people, it was crowded, and gradually many unique Jinmen accents came to his ears. The accent was so special that it felt like listening to cross talk, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

When we took a taxi to the new garment factory site, it was just past 9 a.m., and Director Ma was still busy, so he asked his secretary to accompany Wang Yuan to drink tea in the reception room.

The secretary is a man. He is a bit handsome in a black formal suit, but he does not pose a threat to Wang Yuan's appearance.

The secretary is very observant. From the attitude of Director Ma towards Wang Yuan just now, he knew that Wang Yuan's identity was very extraordinary, so he diligently brought Wang Yuan tea and kept looking for topics to talk about.

"Graduated from Jinmen University?"

"Ah, yes, I graduated last year. How did you know?"

The male secretary was so curious that the hand that poured the tea shook. It was not difficult to guess that he went to college, but guessing which school it was was a bit tricky.

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't say much. When Director Ma talked with him before, he highly praised Jinmen University and said that when looking for a secretary, he should go to Jinmen University, so he made this guess.

At almost 12 noon, Director Ma finally finished his work, and Wang Yuan heard his laughter before he saw him.

"Xiao Yuan, I'm sorry that there are too many things in the morning. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

The door was pushed open, and Director Ma Xiaolei, who had a shiny forehead, walked in quickly and directly extended his hand to shake Wang Yuan's hand.

"That's not possible. I want to treat you, Uncle Ma, to dinner."

Ma Xiaolei has always made money from Wang Yuan. The cooperative relationship between the two is very strong, which is why he is so enthusiastic about Wang Yuan, but Wang Yuan does not put on airs.

The two of them were talking and laughing as they left the office building. Snowflakes were floating in the sky, and a group of children were setting off firecrackers in the corner not far away. Bang bang bang~

The secretary drove a Passat, and when Wang Yuan and Director Ma got in the car, the wheels rolled over the snow and drove slowly towards the hotel.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, there are many pedestrians on the street, full of New Year flavor, and there are many more smiles on the faces of the citizens.

Director Ma is sitting on Wang Yuan's right. His belly is much bigger than before, and he is probably full of offal.

"Look, look, those ladies over there are wearing cotton-padded clothes made by our garment factory. They look good, don't they? They're selling well."

“Really good.”

Wang Yuan looked out through the car window and saw that the woman was wearing a black cotton-waisted coat with a slightly longer style. She had run a few lines, but there was nothing else.

Maybe those women are prettier and the clothes that complement them look better.

"Our locally produced cotton-padded clothes have low labor costs and low transportation costs. It is difficult for foreign products to compete with ours."

Factory Director Ma was very proud and in high spirits: "Now our garment factory is very well-known. A big leader from Yanjing came to inspect before, and they all came to our factory."

"That's good."

After arriving at the hotel, they entered the private room and the signature dishes were served one after another, and the wine was poured. The two of them ate and drank while chatting.

Although Director Ma was a bit greedy and lustful, he treated his friends well, so Wang Yuan had no reservations and directly advised Director Ma to find a way to restructure the garment factory as soon as possible.

Then we benchmark against international clothing brands and come out with more aesthetically pleasing and more popular clothing.

We can introduce a few more clothing brands.

"As for clothes... I always feel that the technical content is not that high, so there is no need for foreign products to invade our market, right?

Just because you, Uncle Ma, lead a state-owned garment factory, you should have unique advantages in our country. If you don't take advantage of the advantages, it will be wasted." Wang Yuan took a mouthful of food and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

He is running a private company. Although he has the title of a collective company, he still dares not to be too high-profile. But it is different for state-owned enterprises. He is his biological son, with all kinds of discounts, various policies, and various connections - envy

Damn it, it's a private company.

"Xiao Yuanzhen is... very thoughtful."

One of the methods of reform is to require state-owned enterprises to learn from foreign management experience, so Uncle Ma's garment factory will have to change sooner or later.

Uncle Ma was very moved, and after chatting a lot with Wang Yuan, he said he would think about it carefully when he went back.

The topic quickly changed. Uncle Ma felt that he would not achieve much in this life after wasting many years. He seemed to have drunk too much and his tone was a bit pessimistic.

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Uncle Ma, why do you still think so... Your current level is deputy ting, right? You are rich and powerful, and you have tens of thousands of employees... In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already

It was very, very successful.”

"What's the point of success? There are too many big guys."

"Of course it is considered a success. You are the deputy mayor of our county. That is an unattainable dream for ordinary people. Your current status is much more powerful than that of the deputy chief."

Bang~

After having a glass of wine, Uncle Ma drank it down in one gulp. The temperature in the private room was high. Uncle Ma, who had taken off his coat, had sweat on his forehead, his face was red, and his tongue was a little big.

"Xiaoyuan, do you know Boss Rong?"

"What?"

Wang Yuan was so shocked that he even slowed down his chewing of the dishes.

"The famous Boss Rong, of course I know about it. If a businessman doesn't know about Boss Rong, then he is a loser."

"What does Taicai mean?"

"It just means weak. Why did you talk about Boss Rong?" Wang Yuan ate delicious food and drank wine, feeling that life was pleasant.

"Last month I went to Yanjing for a meeting, and I saw Boss Rong from a distance. I didn't even have the qualifications to speak to him... I really didn't even have the qualifications to speak to him. My goal is to become Rong.

He’s such a person like the boss.”

"If you are ambitious, come and have a drink!"

Wang Yuan encouraged Uncle Ma with words, but he knew in his heart that this was impossible. There was no one before, no one after, and there would always be only Boss Rong.

There have been figures like Hu Xueyan in history, but their status is far inferior to Boss Rong.

Boss Rong is now a leading figure in China's industrial and commercial circles, the chairman of China International Trust Company, which is referred to as "Zhongxin Group", a red-top businessman, and a famous person in front of some unspeakable existence.

Wang Yuan had heard a saying in his previous life - the most awesome Chinese family is the Rong family. He didn't understand it at the time, but after traveling through time and understanding more, he understood a little bit - the Rong family is really powerful.

"It seems that a few years ago, the Rong family had a big gathering in Yanjing?" Wang Yuan asked Uncle Ma curiously.

"Yes, there are more than 400 core members of the Rong family scattered around the world. They are all very powerful people in the countries where they live. They are elites. Many of them are quite rich."

Uncle Ma said: "Our country is opening up to the outside world and we need the help of overseas Chinese on many things, so we try our best to contact more Chinese who are friendly to our country.

Before liberation, Boss Rong and his group were very wealthy, and the Ziben family stayed because they were willing to cooperate.

Boss Rong once served as the deputy mayor of Zhonghai, and also went to Yanjing to be a minister of some sort. Anyway, his qualifications are very old."

The meal lasted for more than two hours. In addition to eating, we chatted and strengthened our friendship.

The next day, Wang Yuan went to pick up the balance. At night, he put all the cotton clothes in the warehouse into the space. In order to cover up others' eyes, he also hired some trucks to make more than a dozen trips outside the warehouse.

After returning to Yanjing, Wang Yuan took his sister Wang Qing home by train.

Sitting on the train home, Wang Qing, who had not seen her parents, little girl, grandparents and others for half a year, seemed very excited.

"I'm finally home. No matter how nice Yanjing is, it's still not home." Wang Qing sat on the left side of Wang Yuan, looking at the receding scenery outside the car window, and said with emotion:

"The past six months have been really fulfilling. Second brother, you don't know that my classmates are really good and they study very hard. Some of them can recite a Xinhua dictionary backwards and forwards."

"Ahem, cow, indeed cow."

Wang Yuan knew that what Wang Qing said was true. Most of the universities in later generations were about whether one loves to learn or not, and whether one learns or not is a very personal matter.

This era is different. The number of college students is very small, and they are all reserve cadres, shouldering the important task of building the country.

If you don’t study seriously, you will probably attract college leaders, instructors, monitors, etc., who will take turns to talk to you. Studying desperately is simply a disservice to the party, the country, and the people, and is just like committing a crime.

If persuasion still doesn't work, you may eventually be fired.

Wang Yuan touched his sister's hair: "It's good. Learn more while you are young. When you are as old as our grandma, you are deaf, have less energy, have a poor memory, and have blurry eyes. It will be too late to learn anything again."

"Hehe~ Our grandma's memory has deteriorated again?" Wang Qing chewed her little white teeth in a silly voice.

"Yes, by the way, if you want to have a relationship while studying, you should also talk about it. I forgot to ask you last time, did you date someone at school?"

"No." Wang Qing's tone was a little weak, and her eyes were a little wandering.

…

When I took the train back to the city, I took a motorcycle back to the village. My mother was cooking dinner, and she ran out happily when she found out that the eldest daughter was back.

"You're back, girl. Isn't it cold? Come inside quickly and warm yourself up."

"Hey, the little girl is here, where is my dad?" Wang Qing entered the room and hugged the little girl who rushed over.

"Sister, eldest sister, I love you." The little girl had candy in her mouth and her speech was a little unclear.

"Your uncle Wei Guo's house is butchering pigs. Your father went to see the pig butchers for a while and then came back." Mom and Wang Qing seemed to have endless things to talk about. They were chatting while cooking, with the whirring of the bellows and conversation.

The sounds merge together.
To be continued...