Rebirth: Family Chaebol

With a happy mood, Yuan Fangguo and his girlfriend embarked on the flight to Beijing.

The main thing for him to go to Beijing this time is to look at real estate. After all, the price of a square meter house as mentioned by the second brother is about 3-4,000 yuan, and the story that a courtyard house costs hundreds of thousands of yuan is full of "mysteries" to him. If you can get a few properties in Beijing right now, it will definitely be a big deal in ten years.

Money is no longer an important reason to restrict Yuan Fangguo's consumption; a suitable house is an important constraint to his reasonable consumption.

Some people say that in Beijing, a brick can hit a department-level cadre. At first, Yuan Fangguo didn't believe it, but as soon as he got on the plane, he believed it all at once.

Therefore, sitting next to him was a division chief who claimed to be a department head of a department under a certain department of the State Council.

The opening of his conversation with Yuan Fangguo was mainly due to the thick handbag in Yuan Fangguo's hand.

The handbag contained cash, which added up to more than 200,000.

"Dude, we're from Beijing?" Wang Kuanglin said the authentic Beijing Hutong taste.

Yuan Fangguo shook his head, "No, I'm from Bashu."

"Oh, looking at your posture and temperament, I dared to think that you belonged to our Beijing city." Wang Kuanglin said seriously.

"Brother, look at your posture, this temperament, it should be from Beijing." Yuan Fangguo asked rhetorically.

Wang Kuanglin nodded, "You look good, you have a lot of energy, unlike other people, you always think that I came to Beijing from other places to be an official. In fact, my ancestors were from Beijing, but my father died during the Cultural Revolution. I went to the hometown and became an educated youth, but I was stunned that I couldn’t come back. Thanks to my grandmother’s strong family, my father couldn’t go back to Beijing, but he fixed my hukou to Beijing and grew up next to the Summer Palace when I was a child. "

When Yuan Fangguo heard this, he couldn't help but feel very happy. It was such an official to be able to grow up near the Summer Palace when he was a child. So when he heard this guy, his mouth was full of trains, and he was a whole person without a single word of truth. A liar.

"I don't see that your family is quite powerful, bro." Yuan Fangguo said seriously, "I heard that this person can live near the Summer Palace, at least they are ministerial-level cadres."

Wang Kuanglin nodded with a look of superiority, and couldn't help but gave Yuan Fangguo a thumbs up, "This little brother knows that he is someone who has seen the world at first glance, and someone who can live near the Summer Palace is indeed a ministry. A cadre, in the army, is an admiral, and my godfather is an admiral. He has no children and no daughters, so he takes me as his own. I really can't spend my childhood near the Summer Palace, is this time my brother is going to Beijing for business or just walking by himself?"

"Business." Yuan Fangguo said with a serious face. He really didn't notice that Wang Kuanglin had been eyeing his briefcase, and he was 100% sure that the briefcase contained documents instead of paper.

"If you need anything, you can come to me. In Beijing, there is basically nothing to settle with us." Wang Kuanglin said as he took out a business card.

Yuan Fangguo frowned, he was very disgusted with Wang Kuanglin's inferior acting skills, but because of the enthusiasm on his face, he was not good at piercing him.

"By the way, after you arrive in Beijing, you'd better contact your local Beijing office. They actually have some social resources." Contrary to Yuan Fangguo's expectations, Wang Kuanglin took the initiative to remind.

In the 1950s, all provincial-level offices in Beijing were established in Beijing, but it did not last for long. During the Cultural Revolution, all provincial offices in Beijing were abolished, and it was not until after the reform and opening up. gradually recover.

In 1994, China implemented a tax-sharing system. The central government, especially the ministries and commissions, had a lot of flexibility in the management and approval of fiscal transfer payment funds. In order to seek more resources, some local governments set up liaison agencies in Beijing one after another. According to incomplete statistics, 100% of the administrative regions at or above the prefecture-level city and 90% of the county-level administrative regions in Huaxia have their offices in Beijing.

"Yes, I think so too." Yuan Fangguo nodded calmly.

Wang Kuanglin said: "However, the Beijing Office is not a panacea. If only one city develops well, its Beijing Office will have more resources in Beijing. For example, Shantou belongs to the five special zones. Although the administrative level is only a prefecture-level city, But sometimes the resources of your Rongcheng in Beijing are really not as good as those of Shantou, because its economic development is good..." Wang Kuanglin said a lot in his mouth.

After Yuan Fangguo listened to it, he felt that he really admired the liar of this era. Although he was a liar, he still had at least some knowledge.

Times are progressing, but in the end, the tricks of liars are getting worse and worse, so most of the liars in the 1990s were literate liars. At least these liars really love learning.

After all, as a liar, Wang Kuanglin followed Yuan Fangguo with a lot of polite words, and after bragging about his awesomeness, he began to inquire about why Yuan Fangguo went to Beijing this time for business.

Yuan Fangguo was also annoyed by him and couldn't stand it, so he told him directly that he was ordered to investigate a case in Beijing this time.

When Wang Kuanglin heard it, he immediately thought of the bag in Yuan Fangguo's hands. There was a large pile of RMB in it. In any case, it had nothing to do with him going to Beijing to investigate the case.

"What case? I happen to have a buddy at the Ministry of Public Security. Maybe he can help you directly." Wang Kuanglin began to brag again.

"Confidential case." Yuan Fangguo smiled and said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wang Kuanglin had a closed door at Yuan Fangguo's place. Seeing that the young man's awareness of self-defense was indeed strong, he had to stop the topic with a sullen face.

Yuan Fangguo was not interested in Wang Kuanglin, but a middle-aged man in his forties was very interested in Yuan Fangguo.

This guy has a strong Sichuan accent and wears famous brands like "Pierre Cardin", but although this guy wears famous brands, from what he said, Yuan Fangguo and Wang Kuanglin both concluded that this guy is a nouveau riche. .

"Brother, do you know the person from the Ministry of Energy in Beijing?"

Wang Kuanglin was stunned, but he didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to talk to him.

He nodded without hesitation, "Of course I do."

"Can you do me a favor?" The guy smiled, took out his bag habitually, and then took it back with an embarrassed expression.

In 1995, the Civil Aviation Administration of China began to strictly control the civil aviation security inspection, and finally it was so strict that even cigarettes were not allowed to be brought into the cabin.

"What are you busy with?" Wang Kuanglin's indifference towards this nouveau riche contrasted sharply with his enthusiasm towards Yuan Fangguo just now.

"Go back and get off the plane, and I'll treat you to dinner." The upstart smiled and inadvertently showed his big golden teeth.

"Okay." After Wang Kuanglin finished speaking, he turned his head to Yuan Fangguo again, "Have you heard of the hero Hulan from Heilongjiang? Little brother."

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