Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven The County Honored But Sitting In The Yali
It was getting late, so Qin Dewei patted his butt and left.
Since you have all worked so hard to come to Sanshan Street, let’s go to Mrs. Gu’s house at the other end of Sanshan Street to have dinner and explain the relevant matters by the way.
Today passed really quickly. I dealt with the female teacher in the morning, appeased the female artist I supported at noon, and had to give instructions to the female CEO in the evening. I felt like I hadn't done much yet, and had no free time at all. The day passed in a seamless manner.
It seems that the knowledge of time management must be picked up in advance. As a leading actor in a metropolis, you must be prepared for any mishaps. What if there are more in the future?
Watching Qin Dewei leave gracefully, Manager Huang was still helpless and unable to do anything.
According to the general behavior of rich people, many times they just play tricks and it's over, just like dealing with unruly people who are in debt and refuse to repay.
But now the situation is obvious. Even if he tries to be arrogant, he can't outsmart these county government officials who have the backing.
So Manager Huang could only report the situation to Manager Jiao. The old manager thought for a while and made a judgment: "Looking at Qin Dewei's behavior, it doesn't seem like he wants anything from us?"
Manager Huang felt the same way: "I originally thought that Qin Dewei was using the excuse that Yuan Feng's owner was bullied to force us to accept Yuan Feng as our forty-ninth company, or to blackmail us into something else.
As long as he still wants something from us, we can always take the initiative. But judging from today's performance, Qin Dewei doesn't seem to care about us at all.
In other words, he didn't think about getting anything from us at all, he was just causing trouble for the sake of making trouble. But it doesn't sound like he was just trying to help Mrs. Gu to vent her anger."
The old manager thought for a moment and said, "You haven't noticed that he also wants to stir up local public opinion. This is the most vicious idea!
After all, we Hui people live here. If he really incites local public opinion, it will be very difficult for us. Moreover, our industry is often ridiculed as just sitting on the ground and living on the land, and its reputation is average."
Manager Huang, who is already a second-generation immigrant, said angrily: "Yingtianfu is the capital of the entire Southern Zhili, and we Hui people also belong to Southern Zhili! So Nanjing is the capital of our Hui people, how come we are outsiders?
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The old manager was speechless for a moment. Why are you so excited all of a sudden? The mentality of the next generation is really inexplicable.
Then Manager Jiao decided: "In short, we can't fight at the bottom. We will definitely not be able to defeat those county government sticks! We need to find a solution from the top. I will go to the guild hall to ask someone to make arrangements and ask the bosses to come forward."
Then he asked: "How do you feel about Qin Dewei? Maybe I still want to deal with him, but I have to know first."
Manager Huang thought for a while and then said: "My most intuitive feeling is that he seems to have a very special temperament, which makes people want to beat him."
Manager Jiao: ""
What kind of temperament is this horse-riding person? I have lived for over fifty years, been in business for decades, and met countless people, but I have never seen such a temperament.
The quality of the next generation is worrisome. They are almost 40 years old. If they are not able to do things well, how can they do business if they have lost their ability to judge people?
Xin'an Guild Hall is the stronghold of Huizhou merchants. General Manager Jiao of the Qianye Office also has a deputy general manager in Xin'an Guild Hall. After asking for help from his fellow villagers, someone immediately contacted Mr. Hu, the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs in Nanjing.
This is a very, very suitable candidate. Not only is he the official in charge of the money industry, but he is also a native of Henan and a fellow countryman of Nanjing's top civil servant, Sima Wang Tingxiang.
But on that day, a notice was posted on the eight-character wall of the county government gate, officially announcing the purchase of shares in Yuanfenghao Bank with 2,000 treasury silver. Of course, it also emphasized the importance of this move to the local people's livelihood.
Yuanfeng Bank quickly posted an announcement next to the county government notice, announcing the issuance of 10,000 public shares of the bank and promising to pay dividends once a year.
Don't ask why a bank's announcement can be posted on the eight-character wall of the county government gate. Ask them because they posted it privately.
Qin Dewei stood at the gate and observed the public's reaction for a while, and found that the popularity was still very good. After all, this was a very new matter.
At this time, in the general concept, industry is like land, which should be passed down from generation to generation. How can there be any reason to issue shares publicly? Isn't it like a boy who throws money around, giving it to unrelated people in vain? Or,
Do the county government and banks really want to benefit the people?
When Qin Dewei was considering whether to find a few shills to guide public opinion, suddenly a servant came over and spread the word that the county magistrate asked Mr. Qin to get out of the back hall immediately.
The young man at the reception desk also has dignity, so he would not roll over, but walk over! When they arrived at the back hall, they saw Magistrate Feng holding a letter and frowning in deep thought.
Qin Dewei said hello: "What trouble is Mr. Feng having? Tell me and let me go. No, just let me help you share your worries!"
Magistrate Feng handed the letter to Qin Dewei, "Qian Ye's office actually invited senior officials from the ministry to come forward."
Qin Dewei glanced briefly and found out that it was Mr. Hu Ding, the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs in Nanjing, who had invited Magistrate Feng to a small gathering. It was not a business meeting, but a private gathering. He also hinted that he was accompanied by Jiao Gongshi from the Hui Ren Guild Hall.
Qin Dewei curled his lips, "Jiao Gongshi is just an old scholar who just spent money to get gold!"
Qin Dewei raised his head and asked: "Can Mr. Feng refuse this party? If I go, I will definitely be forcibly persuaded to make peace.
If you refuse, you will offend the Shangguan; if you bow your head and obey, you will lose the honor of the county magistrate in front of the Qianye Office."
Feng Zhixian was still in a dilemma: "This Mr. Hu is from Changyuan, Henan, and the Great Sima Prince is from Yifeng, Henan. The two places are Linxian County, and they are the same hometown. The Great Sima Prince can't refute face, and helps Mr. Hu
Someone passed the message to me."
Qin Dewei was also speechless. The officialdom was so intricate and complicated. Hu Shilang from the Ministry of Household Affairs was actually from the same hometown as Wang Tingxiang, Minister of the Ministry of War. The relationship between Wang Tingxiang and Feng Zhixian was also mentioned above.
The junior staff member thought for a while and then said: "Actually, it may not be a bad thing. Mr. Feng, you care about Wang Da Sima's face, so why not Minister Hu? He has to take Wang Da Sima's face into consideration, and he doesn't dare to be too harsh on you!
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"All in all, it's hard to know how to measure." Feng Zhixian said.
But Qin Dewei said indifferently: "There's nothing to worry about, it's over! Why don't you go, Mr. Feng, and let me go for you. There are some things that you can't say, but I can open my mouth."
Feng Zhixian looked at Qin Dewei doubtfully, do you mean that I might be a burden?
Qin Dewei cupped his hands and said, "The county magistrate sits in the office, and I can handle foreign affairs at my discretion!"
Feng Zhixian stood up and showed his fist: "Don't think that I haven't read Tang History!"
