"More real than real gold!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.
Liang Guanghui walked around the office excitedly, and then said to Zhang Junping with excitement: "The factory is three to five times bigger than now, right?
No problem, I’ll apply to the district leader!”
In the era when foreign exchange rolls were prevalent and in the early days of reform and opening up, a joint venture was a resounding political achievement.
Just such a joint venture is enough for Liang Guanghui to make a big step forward.
"Then I'll trouble Secretary Liang!" After Zhang Junping thanked him, he asked again: "How is our decoration city?"
The Decoration City project was originally given to Huang Xue, but Huang Xue followed him to Xiangjiang and stayed there for more than a month, so he could only hand over the construction work to the Jinsong Subdistrict Office.
"It's coming soon. I just went to see the construction site of the Decoration City yesterday. It will be topped out in another month." When talking about the Decoration City, Liang Guanghui's voice became three points louder.
The Decoration City is a project that he strongly advocates. It is a public-private partnership between Jinsong Subdistrict Office and Zhang Junping. The project construction is going smoothly, and Liang Guanghui is naturally in a good mood.
"Well, then the investment promotion for the Decoration City can begin!" Zhang Junping nodded and said.
"Attracting investment? How to attract investment?" This is the question that Liang Guanghui is most concerned about.
Decoration City is built quickly, but the final success of the project depends on whether the investment can be successful.
"Let's advertise. Find TV stations, radio stations, and newspapers to advertise nationwide."
"Nationwide advertising? How much will it cost?" Liang Guanghui asked worriedly.
It’s not that Liang Guanghui doesn’t have vision and courage. In this era where people pay attention to the smell of wine and don’t worry about the depth of the alley, nationwide advertising, in the eyes of most people, is just a waste of money.
"If you are willing to give up, you will get something. What you spend now is small money. Once our decoration city reaches a certain scale, we will make big money in the future...
Of course, as members of the Communist Party, we cannot always raise money. It should be said that once the decoration city reaches a large scale, it can create hundreds of thousands of jobs, create benefits for thousands of households, and provide more convenient services." Zhang Junping said to Liang Guanghui.
He blinked and chuckled.
Although there was some cynical ridicule in Zhang Junping's tone, Liang Guanghui nodded in agreement, "Yes, once the scale is established, it will indeed create many jobs. People will no longer have to run around to buy things. They can go to one place."
I can buy everything!"
"Secretary Liang, think about it again. If our model can be successful, it can be copied!
For example, furniture stores, clothing stores, shoe and hat stores, daily necessities stores, etc. can all copy the current model!"
"Is there any problem with this? Will I not make a mistake?" Liang Guanghui asked slightly worriedly.
Reform and opening up did not go smoothly. In 1983, there was still a lot of opposition.
It can be said that the city is changing. Several mainstream newspapers will publish such an article today and that editorial tomorrow.
The people below were a little at a loss.
Therefore, some cadres simply bury their heads with the idea that they have done nothing but nothing, and they only care about ostriches.
And Liang Guanghui is obviously a cadre who wants to do things and dares to do things, otherwise he would not agree to establish a public-private partnership with Zhang Junping in the Decoration City.
It's just that the wind direction has been somewhat unpredictable recently, and the country has begun to crack down again, so Liang Guanghui is somewhat worried.
"What can happen? The country has begun to carry out profit and tax reform, which shows that the pace of reform is unswerving, and a few people cannot change their determination to reform and open up.
This is the general trend. Anyone who dares to block the general trend will be crushed by the general trend." Zhang Junping is naturally not worried at all.
If it were 1988 or 1989, Zhang Junping might really be worried.
"Do you think the Decoration City can be turned into a shopping mall cooperating between China and Hong Kong?" Liang Guanghui pondered for a while and then asked.
Zhang Junping naturally knew that Liang Guanghui did this to add another piece of skin, or armor, to Decoration City. Y smiled and said: "Okay! I'll contact you later and I'll transfer my shares to Jiang Men.
International Charitable Foundation.
It just so happens that I also need money to buy some things I need."
After having a discussion with Liang Guanghui about Jiangmen International Charitable Foundation's investment in Decoration City, they had a meal at the Jinsong Subdistrict Office and chatted for a while before Zhang Junping said goodbye and left.
When I got home, it was already past three in the afternoon, and my mother complained a lot.
He complained that Zhang Junping left Huang Xue at the furniture factory and went out on his own, not even coming back for lunch.
Zhang Junping could only explain his whereabouts with a smile on his face.
I had just coaxed my mother and before finishing a cup of tea, there was a burst of shouting from outside.
As soon as you hear this drake voice, you know who it is.
Ma Weidu, Ma Dashao.
"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, I've been waiting for you for several days!" Before anyone arrived, the voice came in first.
That's called making out.
Those who don’t know better think that Zhang Junping and Ma Wei are close buddies, brothers who want to be the boss.
In fact, the relationship between the two of them is that of just good friends, and they can be regarded as Tibetan friends who talk to each other more casually.
"Yo!
Is there...a guest at home?" As soon as he entered the door and saw that the room was full of people, Ma Wei asked with some embarrassment.
Also coming with Ma Weidu were Wang Shuo and Ye Jing, as well as a square-faced young man in military uniform.
"There are no guests. Brother Ma, let me introduce you. These are my parents. These are my two brothers and my sister. They just came from their hometown and came to Beijing to visit and pay homage to Mao Zu's remains.
My sister, you know my girlfriend.
This Brother Ma is my friend, the editor of Beijing Youth Magazine, and this is Brother Wang..." Zhang Junping introduced both parties with a smile.
"Uncle, aunt, I'm sorry, I didn't know the second elder was coming, and I made you two elders laugh by yelling just now." Ma Weidu hurriedly came forward to say hello.
Wang Shuo and Ye Jing also said hello together.
"Editor Ma...Editor, please take a seat. Pingzi is in Beijing thanks to your friends..." Dad is worthy of being the captain. He is very capable of handling matters in the scene. He talked to Ma Wei enthusiastically.
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"Uncle, please don't say that. If you say that, I will be even more ashamed.
Pingzi's achievements today are all due to his own efforts, and friends like us really didn't help much." Ma Weidu spoke to his father cordially.
After Zhang Junping, Ma Weidu and others spoke a few words to their parents, they took them to his studio.
After boiling water and making tea, Ma Weidu introduced Zhang Junping, "Brother Zhang, let me introduce to you. This is Hua Zi, my brother who I grew up playing with. He served as a soldier in Xinjiang and just returned from his job."