Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"Nan's Scarlett Food Group, Eugene Diesel."

"Cargill Family Cargill, Whitney Macmillan."

Eugene Diesel and Cargill Chairman and CEO Whitney McMillan, a member of the Cargill family, meet on a forest trail in Minnesota.

"Eugene, I really appreciate your Scarlett Foods Group's strategy of 'sustained, stable and low profitability'." McMillan skipped titles, Mr. and other titles, and called him by his first name.

"Food is a very special product, and it is immoral to make too much profit. I also really appreciate Cargill's slogan of 'feeding the world'."

"This is our good wish at Cargill." McMillan shrugged, stepped on his bicycle, and took the lead to ride forward.

Diesel took a step up and pedaled his bicycle to follow, "Whitney, what do you think of the Agreement on Agriculture?"

The Agreement on Agriculture is a part of the World Trade Organization (WTO) agreement, which regulates and restricts international trade in agricultural products from three aspects: market access, domestic support and export competition.

Among them, domestic support refers to the general term for various fiscal expenditure measures carried out by the government through various domestic policies and targeting agriculture and farmers.

It is necessary for countries (regions) to take measures to support agricultural production, but it is also one of the main reasons for unfair competition in international agricultural trade.

Since there are many types of these measures and their effects are different, in order to treat them differently, the Agreement on Agriculture divides all domestic support measures into different categories according to their impact on production and trade, vividly using the "green box" policy and the "yellow box" policy It is distinguished from the "blue box" policy and has different regulations.

Among them, the "green box" policies refer to those policies that have no or very weak distorting effects on production and trade; the "yellow box" policies refer to policies that directly distort production and trade, including the Support for agricultural products also includes support that does not distinguish between specific products; the "blue box" policy refers to measures that limit production area, number of livestock and product output while implementing price support measures.

Because the "amber box" policy has the most direct effect on production and trade, and has the most obvious distorting impact, it has attracted more attention from governments of various countries. The reduction commitments in the WTO agricultural negotiations also mainly revolve around the "amber box" policy.

"Eugene, your question is not very clever. If you don't have the answer yourself, it is impossible for us to meet today." McMillan ignored the stone thrown by Diesel, and did not take detours at all.

Although the final negotiations of the "Uruguay Round" will not start until next year, rumors have spread about the framework of terms and conditions that will be finally signed, and what is still unknown is only the "specific data".

In the part of the agricultural agreement, both Diesel and Macmillan already know that the "rules" will stipulate that developed countries will reduce the amount of export subsidies and the export volume of subsidized products by a percentage in the next few years; In the next few years will also be reduced by a percentage.

Developing countries will have a longer lifespan than developed countries, and the reduction rate will be lower than that of developed countries. The agreement on agriculture is actually supporting the agricultural development of developing countries in disguise.

In addition, developed countries need to reduce agricultural production subsidies. This number will not be too small, and the maximum may be 20%.

Under this influence, the support and subsidies for agriculture in various agricultural product exporting countries will gradually weaken, the support and subsidies will decrease, and the income from agricultural planting will not be guaranteed. In the next few years, the global food production will definitely decrease, and the export volume will also decrease. The problem of unbalanced food supply and demand will gradually become prominent, and rising food prices will lead to rising prices of most commodities, which in turn will cause global inflation.

"It's not very clever. In the next few years, our two families will encounter good opportunities and great crises. Compared with Cargill, which has existed for 127 years, Scarlett is still very young and has not accumulated enough. However, being young also means It’s simple, the possibilities are endless.”

"Personally, I am very optimistic about Scarlett's future development. Scarlett's localization strategy is even better than Cargill's. I also appreciate your emphasis on and application of technology, and your simple words." Mike Mirren turned to look at Diesel, "I plan to hunt alligators in Florida this fall during the crocodile hunting season. I hope Mr. Adam can go with me."

"I'll pass it on."

Diesel agreed, and said no more. His purpose of coming to Minnesota has been achieved, and McMillan's meaning was expressed very clearly—cooperation can be negotiated, and those who can make a decision can come and talk.

"Uncle Monkey, your business here is really good, and there are still several tables eating barbecue in the morning."

After waking up in the morning and finishing her workout, Nan Ruofeng took Nan Youqiong to Lao Pao Barbecue on Yanbian Street. Monkey entertained them with miso soup, grilled pork belly, and Korean beef for breakfast.

"They don't eat breakfast. The white-collar workers in Seoul have a lot of nightlife. From eight or nine o'clock in the evening, they will drink several rounds. After eating at my table, they will go to work directly." The monkey put down the cup in his hand. Fried eggs, sitting next to Nan Ruofing, "Would you like some wine?"

"don't want."

Nan Ruobing waved his hand, picked up a lettuce leaf, dipped a piece of Korean beef into the dipping material and placed it on the lettuce leaf, then added enoki mushrooms and garlic, wrapped the lettuce leaf into a ball and stuffed it in Nan Youqian's mouth Inside, Fu wrapped another one and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating a few slices of meat and drinking miso soup with rice, Nan Ruobing wiped his lips with a napkin, "Uncle Monkey, Dad asked me to ask if you have found a marriage partner. He has prepared for you to get married The present is just waiting for when it will be delivered."

"Soon, soon." The monkey said a little shyly.

"Really, Uncle Monkey, I want a separate wedding invitation so that you can earn an extra red envelope."

Monkey nodded and waved to the side after expressing his gratitude. Huishu, who received the signal, came over and handed him a folder.

The monkey opened the folder and put it on the table, pointed to the records and told Nan Ruofing the location of the house, the size of the area, and the price to buy it, etc. If there were any doubts, Nan Ruofing would ask questions.

Nan Youqiong sat on the side, eating and listening.

In fact, Houzi has always been connected with someone, so there is no need for Nan Ruofing to worry about it. The unnecessary thing now is to let her understand the business first, so as to prepare for her job in the future.

The records passed one by one, and soon it was the latest one.

"Uncle Monkey, which group or company wants this house at No. 522, Apgujeong 2-dong?"

"Uh..." Monkey hesitated for a while, then said, "The property rights of this house will be handed over to Zhao Jinshui."

"Oh, Dad wants it privately. What does he want a house in Seoul for?"

"I don't know."

Nan Ruofing caught a trace of strangeness in the monkey's tone, looked away from the document, looked at the monkey's face, and said in an interrogative tone: "I don't know?"

Monkey's eyes swept across Nan Youqiong's face, "I don't know, it's not convenient to ask about the boss's personal affairs."

"oh."

Nan Ruofing nodded, already understood that this house was related to the "woman", picked up the folder, read it from beginning to end, closed it clearly, and handed it back to the monkey.

"Uncle Monkey, you can pay more attention to the houses in Cheongdam-dong and Seocho-dong. The real estate in these two caves will have a greater room for appreciation in the future."

"I have been paying attention to these two holes, but the people who live in these two places are old money, not too many people are reduced to usury, and there are fewer people who want to sell their houses.

In terms of Xiandong and Xinsadong, these two caves are places where New money lives more concentrated, and the appreciation potential of the houses is not bad, and the wealth of the people who live here is not stable. One day is rich and tomorrow is poor. There are more people in the house. "

"Well, you can also pay attention to the shops on the east gate."

"There's news from the Zero Sect that several store owners in Dongdaemun have recently been frequenting the Longshan base of the US military. There is a casino inside. Some people will definitely lose money and borrow usury after a while."

Nan Ruofing: "Can the Zero School do business at the Longshan Base?"

"I can't get in. It's the sphere of influence of other gangs. The Zero faction will contact the target in advance, give them a relatively low interest rate, and pull the business there first."

"Zheng Zongzhi has a business mind, Uncle Monkey, has the Zero School also started to do real estate business?"

"Yes, the gangs here in South Korea will enter the real estate business after they grow stronger, and there are often people fighting on construction sites in Seoul." Monkey said.

Nan Ruobing pursed her lips and said, "Is Zheng Zongzhi clean?"

"It's not clean, there was a murder case on him, but it was all wiped out, either there were no witnesses or someone took the blame."

"Forget it, there's no need to see the chamber pot." Nan Ruobing said, turning her head to look at Nan Youqiong, "Are you full?"

"I am full."

"Well, Uncle Monkey, let's go, we're going to have fun outside today."

Yangcheng.

Chen Ruiwu led Nan Wuwei to the magnesia mobile room on the construction site, walked into one of the rooms, and said to a female staff member: "Xiao Jiang, this is Wuwei, you are responsible for accompanying him today, where is he going, what is he going to do?" Whatever you do, stay with me, don't go to places that are too dangerous."

After Chen Ruiwu finished speaking with the female employee named Xiao Jiang, he said to Nan Wuwei: "Wuwei, I have something else to do. You stay here by yourself. I will pick you up for dinner at noon."

"Yeah, goodbye Grandpa Ruiwu."

Nan Wuwei watched Chen Ruiwu leave, and immediately walked to Xiao Jiang, and said sweetly, "Hello, sister Xiao Jiang."

"You, hello."

Jiang Haichong didn't know what to call the child in front of him. The one accompanied by the big boss must not be an ordinary child.

"Sister Xiaojiang, my name is Nan Wuwei. My classmates call me Namowen. You can call me that, too." Nan Wuwei said empathetically.

Seeing that Nan Wuwei is a polite child, Jiang Haichong became calm, "Oh, Wuwei, my name is Jiang Haichong, the chairman asked me to accompany you today, where do you want to go, I will accompany you?"

"I want to look at the information of the workers on the construction site first. Grandpa Ruiwu said that it is on the computer here." Nan Wuwei pointed to the computer at Jiang Haichong's station.

"Okay, I'll call it out for you to see." Jiang Haichong responded, walked to the work station, tapped a few times on the keyboard to call up a simple Erp system, gave up his seat and said to Nan Wuwei: "Wuwei, you can Look."

"Thank you, sister Xiaojiang."

Nan Wuwei sat at Jiang Haichong's desk, put the little finger of his left hand on the Tab key, and the index finger of his right hand on the PageDown key. He looked at the screen and tapped his fingers from time to time.

Jiang Haichong stood on the sidelines and watched Nan Wuwei's operations, feeling very puzzled, "What's so interesting about the data on migrant workers?"

Nan Wuwei not only read it, but occasionally wrote something in his notebook. The curious Jiang Haichong kept paying attention, and saw the brief information of some migrant workers that he remembered.

As time passed, Jiang Haichong became more and more curious, and finally she couldn't help but ask Nan Wuwei, "Wuwei, why do you remember this?"

"My summer homework." Nan Wuwei said without raising his head.

"summer homework?"

"Well, Grandpa Ruiwu said that most of the workers on the construction site come from Wuchuan, and they come from the same county, the same township, and the same village. I want to take a village as an observation object to investigate the impact of the loss of strong labor on agricultural production. There are also changes in family life after the income of farmers who migrate to work in cities has increased, living conditions, parental support, children's education and growth, and farmers' own life trends. "

"..."

Jiang Haichong almost couldn't help but burst out. A teenager in his teens actually uttered "research". It was some kind of summer homework, and his name was Nan Wuwei. It would be better if he just changed his surname to Gan Wuwei.

"Wuwei, why do you want to 'investigate' this?"

"My father said that he is a farmer, I am also a farmer, and my children will also be farmers in the future. He told me to learn how to be a good farmer, and then learn how to be a good farmer parent. I am learning now."

"..."

Jiang Haichong couldn't help but slander: "What a mess, how to learn how to be a farmer? Does it mean that people will become stupid if they have more money?"

Nan Wuwei didn't know what Jiang Haichong would think. He just continued to look at the information and recorded the things to be recorded. He also wanted to finish the research work as soon as possible, and then flew to Hong Kong. The Yamaha scooter he ordered had arrived. Haven't ridden yet.

After reading the information in the morning, after the workers on the construction site had lunch at noon, Nan Wuwei went to the prefabricated panels, brick piles, and shell panels on the construction site. What to eat, listen to what is being talked about.

Wuchuan dialect is not difficult to understand, and Nan Wuwei can listen to it and make guesses.

"Sister Xiaojiang, I see that some workers are eating winter melon without any meat, some are eating chili peppers without any meat, but some are eating twice-cooked pork. Are the dishes in the canteen on the construction site graded?" After turning around, Nan Wuwei asked Jiang Haichong that.

Jiang Haichong: "There is no distinction between grades. There will be four free dishes for a meal on the construction site. There will be a little meat in each dish, not too much. One person can get three or four slices. Migrant workers can eat whatever they want. There are also charged dishes, if you want to eat, you need to tell in advance, twice-cooked pork is a charged dish.”

Nan Wuwei: "Oh, how many days to improve the food?"

Jiang Haichong: "Twice a week, for lunch on Wednesday, I will cook two and a half meat dishes, and for dinner on Sunday, one full meat and one half meat, and each person has a bottle of beer."

Nan Wuwei: "Wuchuan people are very particular about food, are they used to eating free dishes?"

"Some people don't want to eat free dishes after a long time. They will spend money to eat paid dishes, and sometimes a few people will get together for dinner." Jiang Haichong said with a look of disgust on his face, "One meal I don’t know how they are willing to eat more than one day’s wages.”

"Younger uncle?" Nan Wuwei asked.

"There are people of all ages, with families and... Some of them are already fathers and are willing to spend money on food. More than half of a month's wages will go to their mouths."

"oh."

Nan Wuwei nodded, and wrote it down in his small notebook.

"Do workers have social security?"

Jiang Haichong: "The company respects the wishes of individuals, and they can hand over what they want, and those who don't want to, the part that the company needs to bear will be paid in cash."

"What about the accident?"

Jiang Haichong: "The migrant workers will buy it on the third day after they come here."

"..."

Nan Wuwei then asked several more questions, and he didn't end the questioning until Chen Ruiwu appeared.

Chen Ruiwu came all the way shyly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, came to Nan Wuwei and said, "Wuwei, what do you want to eat at noon, seafood? Roast goose? Let's go eat toad (toad), the new open I went to a Nanle Restaurant, and the scorpions made are delicious.”

"Hee hee, I want to go to Ou Ji to eat soy sauce chicken."

"Okay, just eat District Records."

Chen Ruiwu hugged Nan Wuwei and started to walk away, but Nan Wuwei turned around and said to Jiang Haichong, "Sister Jiang, come with us."

"I'm going too?" Jiang Haichong asked in surprise.

"Xiao Jiang, you come too, and continue to accompany Wuwei in the afternoon." Chen Ruiwu also greeted him.

Hearing Chen Ruiwu's greeting, Jiang Haichong approached Nan Wuwei and the two, and followed them to the place where Chen Ruiwu parked.

As soon as the wheels rolled, the group quickly arrived at the Quji Restaurant near Hepingli.

After entering the store, Nan Wuwei looked around, but he didn't see Ou Jing, so he caught a waiter and muttered something, and the waiter quickly called Ou Jing over.

As soon as Ou Jing saw Nan Wuwei, she immediately pinched his shoulders, looked left and right, "Oh, who is this, isn't this Wuwei, I don't even call your Auntie Ou when I come to Yangcheng."

"Auntie District, I regard this place as my home, and I still need to make phone calls when I get home."

"Smart boy." Ou Jing patted Nan Wuwei's head and said, "Are you here alone?"

"No, I came with a grandfather, and he has already gone to the box. Aunt Ou, I haven't eaten your soy sauce chicken for a long time. I really want to eat it." Nan Wuwei said obediently.

"Really? Giggle, the mouth is so sweet, okay, you go to the box and wait, auntie will make you soy sauce chicken."

"Uh-huh."

Nan Wuwei went to the private room after showing off in front of Ou Jing.

"Wuwei, you are busier than your grandpa Ruiwu, you have to go out to socialize after dinner?" Chen Ruiwu joked as soon as Nan Wuwei entered the box.

"Hee hee, the owner of this store is my aunt." Nan Wuwei walked to Chen Ruiwu and moved the chair closer to Chen Ruiwu, "Grandpa Ruiwu, the sink in my yard is too old, I want to remove it Build a new one."

Chen Ruiwu said in a big way: "This is simple. In the afternoon, I will ask a big worker to lead a small worker, pull up the materials and go over to build it. It will be finished in half a day."

"No, my father said that public and private should be distinguished. The workers and materials belong to the company. Grandpa Ruiwu, help me find two masters, and then help me buy some bricks, cement, tiles, faucets, and galvanized pipes. In exchange, I will give the money myself."

"You, just like your father." Chen Ruiwu nodded to Nan Wuwei, and said with a wry smile, "Okay, Grandpa Ruiwu will find the master for you personally."

"Thank you, Grandpa Ruiwu."

Jiang Haichong sat on the side, listening to the conversation between the old and the young, feeling a little confused, it was too much, building a washbasin was both public and private, and she was a little curious, she really wanted to know who the father Nan Wuwei was talking about .

"Wuwei, your grandfather Zong Qing called in the morning and asked you to go play in the village for a few days, do you want to go?"

"Okay, I'll go to Xiangtang to see Grandma Tai first, and then I'll go to the village to see Grandpa Zong Qing when I get back."

"Your father didn't add anything to your house, tell Grandpa Ruiwu what you want, and I'll deliver it to the village first."

"Grandpa Ruiwu, no more, I'm a child, if you want to add something big to your family, ask me..."

Before Nan Wuwei finished speaking, the door of the box was pushed open with a bang, Ou Jing entered the box with a livid face, took three steps, and rushed to Nan Wuwei, "Wuwei, call your father quickly , Something happened to your Uncle Li."

"Auntie Ou, don't worry, I'll call my father right away." Nan Wuwei asked Chen Ruiwu for his mobile phone, and immediately dialed Xiangxi's forwarding number.

...

"Ou Jing, I understand. Don't panic. It's not a big deal. You wait in the shop. I'll call a lawyer to go over and understand the situation first. Seriously, Li Hai deserves what you said. It is not a bad thing for him to reflect on his own mistakes.

I'll be in Yangcheng the day after tomorrow. Before I arrive, don't run around or look for anyone. It's really not a big deal. "

Nanyi ended the call with Ou Jing, handed the phone to Xiaohua, and said to Han Zhenhe who was sitting opposite him: "I think this piece of land on the east side of the airport near Aotai is more suitable for building our industrial zone. It is close to the airport. , not far from the border road, just..."

Nan Yi lowered his head and stared at the map, and pointed to the blue and yellow dots on it, "It's just that these residential houses and small farms are a bit troublesome. Tomorrow, you go to the Tijuana City Hall to talk to the Mayor of Mesia. It's best to discuss the relocation work Leave it to the government of Tijuana, even if we pay a little more."

"President, I'm afraid that Messiah will speak loudly." Han Zhenhe said.

Nan Yi stroked his chin, and said in a deep voice: "Money is not a big deal, I am only worried that the farm may be difficult to deal with. This land is perfect for building an industrial zone. It can be said that it is clear at a glance. The industrial zone in Tijuana is not It’s just started to develop now, why hasn’t anyone looked at this piece of land yet?”

"President, do you mean it's related to drug dealers?"

"It's very likely, it's too close to the border." Nan Yi pondered for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, we don't need to keep guessing. You will see the outcome when you see Messia tomorrow. It's getting late today." , you go to rest first."

"Okay, President."

After Han Zhenhe left, Nan Yi picked up the map and studied it for a while, then walked to the balcony and looked at the sea to soothe his nerves.