"This is Shi Yunfeng, who is in the furniture business and has a big business," Jing Junwei introduced with a smile, "I also like culture and art. We are planning to make a movie recently."
Making a movie? Chen Taizhong understands, this is the legendary producer, right?
He had no favorable impressions of such people, nor did he dislike them at all, so he smiled and nodded, "The land belongs to Yangzhou, but it's only fifty acres. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, I took the liberty," Shi Yunfeng replied with a smile. He has been in the business world for many years and has very sharp eyes. The two people who went up to the second floor seemed to be quite unambiguous at first glance.
"You're welcome," Jing Junwei smiled and said, "This is Chen Taizhong, and this is Wei Chu. They are not outsiders. They know that we are roasting lamb legs again today, so come here to share the meal."
"Mr. Jing, you seem to be roasting lamb legs every day here," a pretty woman said with a smile.
"Everyone is almost exhausted," Jing Junwei frowned and sighed exaggeratedly.
"Mr. Jing is just kidding," Shi Yunfeng replied with a smile. Although he was wealthy, he did not dare to underestimate Jing Junwei at all. Not to mention Mr. Jing's beautiful, wealthy and beautiful sister, and Mr. Jing's grandfather was a great master.
, just talking about Mr. Jing himself, the money in his pocket is no less than him.
The revenue from this calligraphy and painting antique shop is not small, and Mr. Jing’s coal chemical processing plant in Phoenix is the leader. Some people have always said that Jing Junwei’s net worth is already 500 million, but he always refuses to admit it.
Anyway, although Shi Yunfeng considers himself rich, he never dares to show off in front of Mr. Jing.
Not long after, the hot pot was served, and people at the table picked up their chopsticks and started eating. Most of the people present had heard of Chen Taizhong’s name—Mr. Jing’s sister, who was much more famous than Mr. Jing, and this man was hers.
fiancé.
Chen Taizhong and Wei Minghe sat together. Both of them had the aura of cadres, so they would be a bit out of tune with everyone, but everyone knew about Secretary Chen's relationship with the Jing family, so there was nothing unusual about it.
Especially Shi Yunfeng and that pretty woman were very open-minded. The woman's name was Wang Hui, a very masculine name.
Wei Minghe is very comfortable in this kind of environment. He likes the feeling of relaxation and hates lifeless scenes. Especially, everyone still has a little respect for him because of someone.
After going back and forth, the people at the table became familiar with each other. Most of the so-called educated people have a somewhat arrogant character. The difference is just more or less. Everyone saw that the two distinguished guests were very easy-going, so they started chatting away.
It didn't take long for everyone to talk about the script that Mr. Shi wanted to invest in. They were all gearing up and looking very excited.
Chen Taizhong listened for a while and understood that Shi Yunfeng, the co-author, was obsessed with a little girl from Beijing Film Studio, and the girl asked him to pay for her favor.
At the beginning, Mr. Shi spent some money to send her to a film crew to get a small role. However, the little girl was angry there and there were very few scenes. When she came back, she complained, saying that the directors, producers, etc.
Too much.
Then let's make a film ourselves. Shi Yunfeng was a little annoyed when he heard this, but as a successful businessman, he also knew that he couldn't just get involved in unfamiliar fields.
Fortunately, he is half a cultured person. Now that he is rich, he has made a bunch of friends like this. He has established connections a while ago and is recruiting soldiers from all over the world, planning to do something big.
"Boss Shi is such a sweetheart," Wei Minghe said with a thumbs up and a half-smile.
"Where is it? I just feel full and warm," Shi Yunfeng waved his hand with a smile. He was not pretentious and spoke in a coquettish voice, "There are many little girls in Beipiao. Since they are idle, let's use them.
.”
Wei Minghe originally planned to find a role for his best friend. Hearing what the other party said, he knew that he was on guard. However, he didn't care. He just got interested and asked casually. If he had wanted to do this before, he would have just asked her directly.
Other friends.
However, this Fatty Shi was a straight-up luster, so he didn't have a bad impression on him, so he said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Then when Boss Shi gathers all the people, I have to go over and open his eyes."
"That's not a big deal." Shi Yunfeng didn't care about this request at all. Women are just for everyone to play with. He winked obscenely and said, "What does Wei Chu like? I'll help you.
pay attention to."
"I like women from good families," Wei Minghe replied seriously, and then laughed loudly, "I'm just kidding, Mr. Shi doesn't dare to help with this, otherwise I will be guilty of a big crime."
After eating and drinking for forty or fifty minutes, Chen Taizhong and Wei Minghe stood up to say goodbye. Shi Yunfeng even sent them downstairs, saying that he would go to see Secretary Chen and Director Wei later.
"Go clubbing?" Wei Minghe asked, it was obviously a little early to go home now.
"I'm going to see the old chief tomorrow," Chen Taizhong shook his head.
The next day, the young secretary got up early and arrived at the door of Huang's home at seven o'clock. At about eight o'clock, Huang Hanxiang also came. He said hello to Xiao Chen and went straight in to see his old father.
When Chen Taizhong went in, it was already nine-fifty, and it was customary for Mr. Huang to have dinner. Erbo Huang ordered, "Xiao Chen, go scramble some eggs."
Seven or eight minutes later, a plate of scrambled eggs was served, and the other side dishes were the same. Mr. Huang was sitting in the room wearing a coat. The temperature in the room was not high, only fifteen or sixteen degrees. It is said that this was to make it easier for the chief to have it at any time.
Go out for a walk.
The old man's energy is quite good, but at his age, the aging is visible to the naked eye. Finally, he was destined to receive the spirit of the fairy, and he is still there. "Xiao Chen, sit down and eat something together."
Mr. Huang eats very quickly, it only takes seven or eight minutes, but this is still over the limit. He ordered an extra half a small bowl of rice porridge and ate a few eggs with chopsticks. Someone next to him came over and reminded him, "Chief, you can't eat any more."
Already."
"I will eat less for the next meal," Mr. Huang insisted on using his chopsticks two more times, then put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen eats quickly, and seeing you eating so deliciously, I want to take two more bites."
"Are the fried eggs good?" Huang Hanxiang pointed to the dishes on the table. Xiao Chen could accompany the old man to eat, but he couldn't. At his age, it was time to pay attention to health and emphasize dietary rules.
"It's okay... I can't eat it either," Huang Lao shook his head, "It's rare to eat egg yolks a few times a month, it must be delicious."
When Chen Taizhong saw that the leader didn't want to eat, he quickly pulled down the bowl of rice porridge in his hand and asked with a smile, "Why can't you eat egg yolks?"
"Eating too much will cause Alzheimer's disease." Mr. Huang glanced at his second son and then at the service staff around him. "They don't want me to be confused."
"The key is that you don't want to be confused," Huang Hanxiang said with a smile.
"Xiao Chen stays," Huang Lao stood up and walked out slowly, "Hanxiang, please go to Xiao Guo's house and pay for the funeral for me. If Xiao Guo's lover has any requests,
, you solve it."
"Okay," Huang Hanxiang agreed simply. When he saw the old man going out, he lowered his voice and warned, "Talk more about happy things and less about annoying things."
"Whose family is doing this?" Chen Taizhong also lowered his voice, which alerted Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang came to the scene in person. This man is not an ordinary person.
"The old man's former guard was gone before he was eighty years old," Huang Hanxiang replied casually, and then sighed, "the old man's acquaintances are getting fewer and fewer."
"No wonder he has been in poor health recently," Chen Taizhong sighed sadly.
"Actually, he is used to it," Huang Hanxiang smiled and replied nonchalantly. It was a kind of indifference that looked down on life and death - there is no use being afraid, so why bother?
Huang Lao was walking in the yard with his hands crossed. After walking, he went to the lilac tree on the side and bumped the tree with his back. Then he walked two steps and bumped against the tree again. Because the weather was too cold,
There were clouds of white gas coming out of his mouth and nose.
"Did you learn this exercise method from Mr. Jing?" Chen Taizhong asked with a smile, "He hit the door frame at home."
"I taught him." If not an old boy, Mr. Huang couldn't tolerate this misunderstanding. But the next moment, he returned to the subject, "I have been to Beichong for two years, what have you done?"
At this time, Chen Taizhong vaguely guessed why Huang Hanxiang was kicked out. The old man didn't want others to remind him.
"I haven't done much. I have focused on the economy, cadre building, and recently moral construction." Chen Taizhong is very familiar with Beichong. He didn't mention the economy much, but emphasized the two major characteristics and the five pillars.
.
He mentioned more about education and infrastructure construction, as well as the return of college students to their hometowns to start businesses. After hearing this, Mr. Huang nodded and interjected, "There is a vast world in the countryside, but college students are crowded into the cities. This is really bad... I didn't expect it.
Beichong has taken this step first, which is good."
Then Chen Taizhong talked about cadre skills training, and Mr. Huang continued to nod. As for the performance of SARS, the young secretary would not talk anymore - the old man must know it. Then he said that he supported farmers in engaging in small loans, and finally said that every person in the district had mentioned it a while ago.
People sold a ton of affordable coal, and those who didn't want coal received 80 yuan in cash.
"Wait a minute," Mr. Huang stopped him again. Otherwise, this man's views on problems are different from others. The old man does not evaluate the industry or anything else, but he clings to this detail. "How many people are there in Beichong? You
This person has eighty yuan, where did the money come from?"
When he heard that the coal was hoarded by Beichong himself, and there was already a considerable profit on the books, Beichong was returning the money earned in the district to the people, and then he nodded, "You can do economic work.
, I had a good little life."
For Mr. Huang, a profit of several hundred million is really not worth mentioning, but it is not easy for a remote county with only 180,000 people to achieve this step. Seeing the juniors developing so well
, he has reason to be happy.
Of course, he also pointed out, “We still need to emphasize the incentive mechanism and make everyone eat from the same pot, which would be a step back.”
"Our district has established a public notice system. There is a bulletin board at the entrance of the district government. Major decisions are announced first," Chen Taizhong explained the bulletin board again.
"Well, you go first, the people waiting behind are anxious," Mr. Huang nodded, "Yes, if you have time, come to the capital to see more." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster. !)
