Heavenly Master, I have a different world

hotel.

Councilor Zhao warmly shook hands with several food processing industry bosses from Mingzhou, served the food and wine to the table, and stood up to pour the wine.

With his status, he naturally flattered several people.

"Although there is Tianpan Mountain in Qushi, the terrain is not steep. It is flat to the south. In addition, the environment is suitable, which is most suitable for growing vegetables and fruits."

"It's good for each other if you come to build a factory here."

"Congressman Zhao."

One person stood up, raised his glass and said politely:

"You know that our industry requires large-scale centralized planting to facilitate management. Qu City... currently does not have this environment."

"Why not?" Councilor Zhao said:

"Aren't tens of thousands of acres of land designated for growing cash crops?"

"This..." One person hesitated and whispered:

"We have a county over there that specializes in growing garlic. The annual planting area is over 600,000 acres, and the average annual output exceeds 700,000 tons."

"We appreciate the good intentions of the congressmen, but the processing of agricultural products is not that simple."

He felt that the other party might be an excellent politician, but not a qualified businessman, at least not familiar with their industry.

"I know." Councilor Zhao did not get angry, but smiled lightly:

"But in addition to large-scale planting of land, if you want to open a factory, especially in the food processing industry, you need local leadership and cooperation. If you are willing to come to Qu City to build a factory, we can provide land for free and help you purchase the crops grown by the people. Seasonal vegetables.”

"and……"

"In the next five years, the planting area of ​​cash crops in the suburbs of Qu City will expand to 200,000 acres. This is the future development plan of Qu City."

"People cannot just grow unprofitable grains such as wheat and corn. Necessary cash crops can not only increase income but also develop the food environment."

His tone is calm and methodical, and he has a sense of confidence that he is in control of the future, making people subconsciously choose to believe it.

Two hundred thousand acres!

It is enough to develop certain industries.

There was silence.

Several people looked at each other, obviously a little moved.

"Ahem..."

One of them covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying:

"Congressman Zhao, you haven't been successful in the election yet, so what you say now may not count."

"Don't worry, everyone." Councilor Zhao stood up and said:

"Whether I am successful in the election or Congressman Lee is successful in the election, it will not break today's promise. This can be written into the contract."

"certainly."

"I need a gambling agreement. The factory must provide enough jobs, and there must be minimum requirements for cumulative tax payments over five years."

"We believe in Congressman Zhao." An old man stroked his beard and nodded:

"But Congressman Li..."

"Expanding the planting area of ​​cash crops and providing free land may not be effective even if these things are written into the contract."

"good."

"We have been to many places and spent our efforts to expand factories, but in the end we failed in dealing with local places."

"..."

"Even if free land is provided, the initial construction will cost tens of millions. This is not a small amount for us, so we must be cautious."

"Congressman."

At this time, a person pushed the door open and hurried to Councilor Zhao's side, whispering something.

"Um?"

Councilor Zhao frowned:

"Is there such a thing?"

"Everyone."

He stood up and raised his glass:

"I have an emergency here, so I can't accompany you all for the time being. You guys have a good meal and a drink, and we'll get together again in the evening..."

As he spoke, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

…………

Vehicles were speeding.

Secretary Qian Ni handed over a tablet with the file already opened.

"Congressman."

He whispered:

"The news that broke out this time is of greater weight. It has already involved several leaders in the district, and is even related to Mr. Zheng of Fuhong."

"snort!"

Councilor Zhao slid the tablet with a gloomy expression:

"A bunch of idiots!"

He doesn't care about people using their power for personal gain or even collecting huge sums of money privately, but if they do such a thing and still leave a clue, it's a matter of IQ.

"Have you found out who posted these things online?"

"not yet."

Qian Ni shook his head:

"It's all coming from an overseas server. That person is very careful."

"He first uploaded some trivial things to attract public attention, and then gradually increased the number of revelations. Now he has directly pointed at Fuhong's restructured leadership."

"Congressman."

He whispered:

"I have notified major forums and APPs to temporarily block the news, but the matter has begun to ferment online, and it is impossible to hide it forever."

"The Internet..." Representative Zhao narrowed his eyes:

"What a nuisance."

A hundred years ago, blocking information would have been easy for a person of his status, but now it has almost become a delusion.

And the people,

Always ignorant and like to follow blindly.

At least that's how it seemed to him.

"Tell Mr. Zheng."

After thinking for a while, he spoke slowly:

"If the matter cannot be resolved as soon as possible, he is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself. The current problems are all caused by what are they called...the Soviet Guards."

"yes."

Qian Ni nodded:

"Members can rest assured that this will end with them."

"Um."

Councilor Zhao nodded slowly:

"Fuhong's restructuring is related to the future development of the country. Although I don't agree with Councilor Li's idea, it is always good as long as it can develop the economy."

"economy……"

He shook his head slightly:

"To manage the world and benefit the people, we must manage the world first and help the people last. Some problems need to be solved in the process of development. Congressman Li is too naive."

"Go to the newspaper office!"

"yes."

Qian Ni lowered his head.

"That's right." Councilor Zhao put down the tablet in his hand and asked:

"What is Xiaojin busy with recently?"

"Miss signed up for a Taekwondo gym and specially hired a Taekwondo master to be her teacher. She said she would show Fang Zheng after she completed the course." Qian Ni said with a smile:

"She's afraid she'll be disappointed."

Councilor Zhao also shook his head speechlessly. Although the two of them were not martial arts practitioners, they knew that Fang Zheng's force was exaggerated to the point of being unreasonable.

Even professional boxers are not enough in front of him.

Then he asked:

"What has Fang Zheng been busy with recently?"

"Boss Fang's company has settled in Wenchang Building. Currently, two stores are about to open, one of which is located in the commercial street." Qian Ni said:

"Boss Fang's financial situation is better than expected."

"Um."

Councilor Zhao nodded:

"When the store opens, remember to give me a gift."

"yes."

The money should be there, take a note and write it down.

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Good luck.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

As true for a place as it is for a company.

For Fuhong Group to develop into the behemoth it is today, its subsidiary Hongyun, which is mainly engaged in logistics, is indispensable, and its more than a thousand drivers can be regarded as its humerus ministers.

in previous years.

Even though Fuhong Group has begun to decline, Hongyun's drivers are still an enviable profession, but times have changed.

The restructuring is now imminent.

These people and families have to face major changes in their living conditions.

conflict,

On the verge of breaking out.

"Why?"

The roar sounded:

"I have been driving for Hongyun for nearly 30 years. I have been a model worker twice and was the leader of the seventh team. Now I am just going to waste my time like this?"

"The company has been sold for money, why don't we get a share!"

"That's right!"

"The company is what it is today because of our contribution, but now we have no share in the money from the sale... There is no reason in the world!"

"..."

"Everyone." On the high platform, a middle-aged man in a suit raised his hands in the air and shouted loudly:

"I know how much you have contributed to Hongyun, but when the company was developing well, we did not treat you badly. Now that the company is not operating well, who is responsible?"

"It has nothing to do with us anyway!"

"good!"

"Longgang's tens of millions of severance packages are gone, and we don't even give them severance packages. Is it possible that you, Datong Group, want to freeload?"

…

"Da Tong didn't want to be freeloaders." The middle-aged man shouted:

"It's you, Hong Luck, who owes more than a billion in foreign debts. Even if this money is used to buy your company, it will be more than enough."

"Everyone."

He slowed down his voice and said:

"The main issue now is to sort out the company's finances and find out what happened in these years and why there are so many foreign debts."

"When the assets are reorganized, Chase will never treat every employee badly."

"And I can promise here that as long as you meet the conditions, after Chase takes over Hongyun, you can still stay in the company and your benefits will remain the same."

"To put it nicely, you just want to drive us out." Someone yelled:

"This is not a private company. We built Hongyun brick by brick. No one can take it away from us."

"Come on!"

"Kick them out!"

"superior!"

Everyone's emotions were already in a tense state. When someone aroused them, they immediately exploded. A group of people roared and rushed to the high platform.

The security personnel had almost no effect and were instantly overwhelmed by the crowd. Mr. Zhu from Chase was also surrounded by the crowd.

"beat!"

"Hit me hard!"

"No one can drive us out of good luck."

"right!"

Everyone yelled, and some people rushed forward to punch and kick them.

Su Weijun stood in the crowd and did not stop the situation. He knew that these people were in urgent need of venting and venting their fears.

They are afraid,

How to live your life if you are afraid of losing your job.

Some people have been in Hongyun from the beginning, and some people have been in Hongyun for half their lives. If they left Hongyun, they would not know how to survive.

let's hit!

let's hit!

It is the best choice to drive away all those who want to seize the fortune, and then let me take over through elections.

As for foreign debt...

Others don't know, but he knows everything, and some don't need to be paid back at all!

"ah!"

"stop fighting!"

"Stop fighting. If you fight again, someone will die!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and Mr. Zhu fell to the ground at some point. Countless fists and kicks fell, and for a while he could only scream and wail.

wrong!

Su Weijun's eyes flashed slightly.

After all, the man named Zhu is also the boss of Chase and a key figure in the restructuring of Hongyun. How come there are so few security guards around him today?

Sheriff's Department...

"Panzi!"

His expression changed and he shouted suddenly:

"Make them stop!"

Pan Zi in the crowd turned around when he heard the sound, and after straining his ears to listen, he could barely hear the roar of the Su Weijun, and hurriedly stepped inward.

"stop!"

"Stop it!"

He roared and separated from the crowd. When they dispersed, the scene in front of him made his eyes twitch and he even subconsciously took a step back.

died?

In just that short moment, the person named Zhu was beaten to death on the spot!

"Who did it?"

Su Weijun roared, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and he was no longer as gentle and gentle as before:

"Who the hell did this?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and no one said a word.

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"The number you dialed is currently unanswered..."

"The number you dialed is currently unanswered..."

"..."

In the empty warehouse, Su Weijun looked gloomy and made several calls in succession, but without exception, no one chose to answer.

until...

"Hello!"

When the call was connected, Su Weijun said in a low voice:

"Old Huang, what happened today has nothing to do with me."

"Whether it matters or not, it doesn't matter what I say or what you say. Someone else has the final say." Old Huang's slow voice sounded:

"Gathering a crowd to cause trouble and beating others to death are not things that can be settled casually, and the people who die carry a heavy weight."

"Someone deliberately framed me!"

Su Weijun lowered his head and roared:

"I thought about it carefully. Everything today is weird. I have warned them to be measured when they do it."

"But he still died."

"The person named Zhu was not killed by me at all!"

"It's useless for you to tell me this." Lao Huang sighed:

"Mr. Zhu is the chairman of Datong. It took Councilor Li a lot of thought to take over Hongyun. A famous entrepreneur was beaten to death. Do you know that this kind of thing has not happened in Xia Kingdom for many years?"

"No one dares to protect you."

"..." Su Weijun's face tightened and he said after a long time:

"What should we do now?"

"Run away." Old Huang said:

"Before this matter completely explodes and before the people from the Public Security Department find you, run away as quickly as possible. The further away from Qu City, the better."

"Hongyun has a way out of seclusion. I know you have a way to leave. If you leave now, you may be able to save your life."

"Bye."

"Don't!"

"Didi... Didi..."

Su Weijun looked at the phone in his hand with a gloomy expression, his cheek muscles trembling and his eyes flashing wildly.

"Brother Jun."

Pan Zi walked closer and whispered:

"People from the Public Security Department have already entered the factory. They came here well prepared. They didn't do any investigation and named a few of us to look for."

"Lin Qing..."

"Already caught!"

"Heh..." Su Weijun chuckled:

"What a coincidence. Your, Lin Qing, and my homes were ransacked not long ago, and now someone comes to kill us."

"This is to silence us!"

"It's almost ten." Pan Zi gritted his teeth:

"The things in our hands threaten their existence. If these people can't find out who did it, they might as well take advantage of us."

"Brother Jun, what should we do now?"

Su Weijun said nothing, raised his head and looked at the iron roof above the warehouse, thoughts racing in his mind.

some days ago.

Three people's homes were robbed one after another, and they knew exactly what was missing.

If it came out, I don't know how many people would suffer. In order to find a scapegoat, it was only natural for those people to kill Mr. Zhu and put the blame on them.

As long as a few of them die, some things will remain unproven.

In this way,

Everything will make sense.

"Ah……"

Su Weijun smiled bitterly:

"It seems that we have no choice but to escape."

"escape?"

Pan Zi's expression changed drastically:

"Brother Jun, do you really want to leave?"

The old employees of Hongyun are worried about how to survive after leaving the company. Are they not the same?

Everything they have now comes from good luck, including wives and daughters, real estate, money, and even relationships and friends.

leave,

It means losing everything and never having the chance to start over again.

"What if I don't leave?"

Su Weijun turned his head and glared at Pan Zi with red eyes:

"If you don't leave, you will die!"

"but……"

He gritted his teeth and looked ferocious:

"Before we leave, we should leave them a big gift. I, the Su Weijun... are not easy to mess with!"

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"Peng!"

Amidst the muffled sound, countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky.

After a simple ceremony, the Fang Ci store on the commercial street was officially opened.

Sparse opening flower baskets were placed at the door, indicating that the store had little connection, or that not many people were notified to celebrate.

The red carpet was spread from the door to the long street. Two graceful salesmen stood at the door. After letting off the salute, they turned around and entered the store.

Overall,

The opening situation was relatively deserted and the store staff were not enthusiastic enough.

"Fang Porcelain?"

The two of them stood in front of the store. One of them, an old man in his sixties or seventies, looked up at the sign full of modern art and said:

"Go in and take a look?"

"Since Mr. Duan is interested, of course he wants to take a look." The middle-aged man in a suit stretched out his hand to signal:

"But I've never heard of the name Fang Porcelain. I guess it's a small workshop, and the porcelain in it is probably bought from you."

Not all porcelain merchants have their own porcelain.

Quite the opposite.

Many of them are processed on behalf of others, or a batch of porcelain is bought from other places, decorated to a certain extent and sold as high-end products.

Really famous porcelain is familiar to most people in the industry.

Shops that make a fortune like this are very common, and he doesn't like them very much.

As soon as I entered the door, I was immediately greeted by a salesperson. The clerk had obviously received relevant training and his attitude was neither condescending nor overbearing, polite and thoughtful.

“Interesting decoration.”

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Most luxury stores use warm colors to create a warm atmosphere. According to my experience, it is easier to consume emotionally in that situation."

"here……"

"Too angry!"

The old man nodded slowly.

Luxury goods are sometimes not all sold to the rich. In fact, most of them are consumed by the middle class. Being too high-end can easily drive away this group of consumers.

And in front of me...

The magnificent decoration is like visiting the top museum.

This kind of decoration style is suitable for people to appreciate the exhibits, but it is not suitable for promoting products, and it feels too alienating.

"Huh?"

The old man's eyes moved and landed on a piece of porcelain in the display cabinet, and his expression changed slightly:

"This porcelain..."

"Old sir." Wen Lei, as the manager of Fang Ci, was naturally present at the opening of the first store. She didn't know when she appeared next to the two of them. When she saw the situation, she explained:

"This is our popular porcelain,"

"In ancient porcelain scriptures, it is recorded that fine and famous porcelain can undergo unknown changes after being calcined by thunderous fire, which is called thunder porcelain."

"After many researches, our Fang Porcelain boss finally restored this legendary porcelain from ancient times and called it Lei Zhonghong Porcelain."

"You two, please look."

"The lines on the surface of the porcelain are the marks left by the lightning strike, which means that every porcelain here is unique."

"Yes." The old man nodded and motioned to Wen Lei to take out one and put it in his hand to play with it carefully.

"good!"

"It's really good porcelain."

The middle-aged man's eyes moved slightly.

He is very aware of the old man's cautious character. If it is not a real treasure, he will not say a 'good' word from the other party's mouth.

"but……"

The old man put down the porcelain and came to the jade decorations on the side, his eyes trembling slightly:

"Compared to porcelain, the jade you have here is truly remarkable."

"The old man has good eyesight." Wen Lei looked surprised:

"really."

"To celebrate the opening of our first store, the boss brought six collections of jade from home, and they are all here."

"To be honest, I don't understand jade, but our boss said that every piece of jade here is more valuable than this store."

"Forgot to say..."

"We, Fang Ci, bought this store, not rented it."

"It's true." The old man stretched out his hand to touch the glass covering the jade and asked:

"Can I get started?"

"This..." Wen Lei looked hesitant and thought for a while before saying:

"Be careful, old gentleman."

Then he waved to the clerk and asked the clerk to open the glass and videotape the whole process.

"Dragon head with hook, top quality white jade."

The old man caressed the jade gently, his face showing satisfaction and enjoyment:

"Good stuff. I haven't seen white jade of this quality in private collections for several years. It's such a treasure."

The middle-aged man looked surprised.

The old man's friends are either rich or noble, and many of them are big names in the collectibles industry. You can imagine how precious the things they don't have are.

"Mr. Duan."

He spoke in a low voice:

"Can you give me an estimate?"

"Estimation?" The old man glanced at several pieces of jade in the field and shook his head helplessly:

"People who can come up with these things will definitely not be short of money. For him, money is probably just a number and meaningless."

"Um……"

After thinking for a while, he still said:

"This alone will cost tens of millions."

Tens of millions?

The middle-aged man was not surprised. On the contrary, Wen Lei's heart twitched. Just one piece cost tens of millions, but there were six pieces of jade here.

Founder...

What is your identity?

As everyone knows, these jade articles are all treasures that Fang Zheng brought from another world. They are already at the bottom of his box. If it were not to support the countertop of Fang Ci's first store, he would not take them out at all.

"Good baby."

Shaking his head, the old man withdrew his gaze and looked at the porcelain in the field.

There are not many porcelains displayed in the store, only about twenty pieces, scattered in various locations, varying in size and quality.

"How to sell porcelain?"

"It ranges from hundreds of thousands to one million." Wen Lei replied hurriedly.

"Bring me one." The old man pointed casually:

"That one would be nice."