City: I'm Really Not Rich

"You can stay here when you come to Bianhai in the future. This is the key."

Zhang Chen threw the key of the villa on the table and said.

The company's expatriate cadres all live in the Sailing Hotel in the Wanshan Scenic Area when they return to Bianhai to report their work. Although it is very comfortable, it has the meaning of official business after all.

Yang Mi'er, Su Xinyi, and Xia Jingjing all have their own houses by the sea. Since Christina is now her own woman, she should have one too.

Zhang Chen finished the sandwich in two bites, and had a better view of Christina.

This girl not only has strong work ability, but also can make music, and her cooking skills are also superb.

The sandwich is sweet and refreshing. The 137 sides are mixed with mint-flavored salad dressing, chicken breast, and avocado. One bite has a distinct taste. Even Zhang Chen, who doesn't like western food very much, feels that he wants to eat a few more pieces.

"Mr. Zhang, when you were resting just now, Miss Liang Lu called and said that she has sorted out the shipyard information in Binhai Prefecture. Do you want to see it now?

"Well, see, bring it."

Zhang Chen took a sip of sugar-free corn juice and nodded.

Yesterday he proposed to let Beixiong Shipyard build 30 100,000-ton cargo ships within a year, of course, knowing that they could not do it.

In this case, foreign aid must be sought.

Rather than letting them earn their own money with other shipyards, it's better to choose shipyards within the empire.

Christina quickly placed a stack of printer paper in front of him.

Zhang Chen turned quickly, and he mainly looked at the history, scale and territory of the shipyard.

He doesn't want to invest in those shipyards that are too big, and it's hard to control them.

And those that are too small or too far are very troublesome to support. For example, those shipyards that can only build small offshore fishing boats are basically ignored.

Turning to the end, his eyes lit up.

"We even have a shipyard in Bianhai City, I don't even know that.

"Just this one, we'll go take a look after dinner later."

Zhang Chen knocked on the list (ajcj) of "Bianhai No. 1 Shipyard", and Christina immediately turned around to contact Liang Lu, especially like a conscientious private secretary.

She positioned herself as a lover and a subordinate, which was similar to Yang Mi'er back then.

However, Zhang Chen felt that this girl was too talented just to be her assistant, and she would naturally feel more comfortable after getting along for a long time, and he did not intend to force them to change anything.

After breakfast, he went upstairs to take a shower, and Liang Lu had already driven downstairs.

"Chairman, are we going directly to the first shipyard in Bianhai City?"

"Um."

Zhang Chen nodded, took Christina into the back seat, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car went straight to the outskirts of Bianhai.

At this time, Sun Shangjin, the director of the No. 1 Shipyard in Bianhai City, was sitting in the tavern at the dock of the shipyard drinking with a friend, and this friend was actually an acquaintance.

"Lao Lin, I really can't take it anymore, I'm sorry for the workers in the factory, but I really can't help it. 35

Sun Shangjin poured a hot cup of Erguotou into his mouth. The man in his fifties stretched out his hand to cover his face, and tears kept dripping down his fingers.

Lin Sen sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Think about it again, we old brothers can help you think of a way, the first shipyard was very prosperous back then, how can we say that it will be gone.