Rebirth Like Water Youth

"So... you want to use Linhu City to drive the economy of Honglin City?" Cao Xinmin shook his head in disappointment.

"Is Honglin City have an inevitable relationship with the Ecological Park? It seems that Uncle Cao, you, and my aunt’s company have the final say on how to construct and develop the Ecological Park. Whether it is a hotel or a scenic spot, it will have a long-term development in the future. , It's just taxing Honglin City. Can a city government really control you?"

"this……"

Cao Xinmin hasn’t answered yet. Shen Dapeng rushed to say, “Uncle Cao, I personally think that you are a leader doing practical things for the country and the people. My aunt is also a kind-hearted and down-to-earth businessman. You two work together. They complement each other."

Shen Dapeng was talking, seemingly worried about focusing on himself, so she pointed to Liu Fengxia, "Just now, my auntie had a big talk in the car, saying that the ecological park project should be completed with guaranteed quality and quantity, and Linling should be finished. The scenic spots in China have become tourist attractions, and the number of tourists will surely double by that time."

"In addition, the eco-park will make green and pollution-free agricultural and sideline products and provide food for the company’s chain restaurants. The pressure of vehicle transportation will definitely not be easy. In the long run, the eco-park will have two and three phases. Insufficient road transportation capacity in Honglin City will also be exposed."

"Dapeng, I have thought about all the problems you mentioned, but adults are not as high-minded as your children. We will not live in unrealistic ideals, but pay more attention to doing our best to solve the present."

Cao Xinmin's expression became less and less interesting, and he drank warm water boredly, "If the ecological park has begun to take shape when the issue of the airport is raised, maybe I will consider it more seriously and give substantial suggestions. Now... the airport It shouldn't be in the plan, of course, you can spend as much money as you want!"

The tone is neither lukewarm nor tepid, and there is no sense of happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy, but one thing is certain, Cao Xinmin is not in favor of the construction of the airport for the time being, but he did not say anything about the topic, and left room for it. That is, when the ecological park has a certain scale, it may be considered again.

"I personally agree with Secretary Cao's point of view." Zhou Chengmin did not speak any nonsense, just stated his position. Compared with gambling-style success, he prefers to win in stability, even if he spends more money, spends more effort, and pleases some relevant leaders. , He must try his best to grasp the project schedule.

Liu Fengxia and Wang Yuying have never said how much money the company has now, nor have he asked, but he is very clear that Chengyu Real Estate has less than 100 million yuan in circulating funds. If Liu Fengxia does not invest funds, I am afraid that the ecological park project wants to start. There are difficulties, there is no extra money to build unrealistic airports.

Liu Fengxia, Wang Yuying, and Li Zeyu have all made it clear that they are on the side of Shen Dapeng, but Zhou Chengmin still straightforwardly explained his own thoughts, which shows the determination of his attitude.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and not to be seen by Cao Xinmin of the company’s shares, Shen Dapeng no longer dared to speak more, until a big pot of steaming pimple soup was put on the table, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Wow, let’s eat. Want to use a basin? Sniff, the smell seems to be pretty good."

"Hehe, if you like it, eat more. You came with Secretary Cao. The soup is full." Lao Yang enthusiastically laid the big pot of soup flat and brought a plate of homemade stir-fry, the plate was not small. The dishes on the plate are also piled up like a small mountain, and this dish is indeed a good deal of money.

"Hey, hey...hmm, it tastes good." Li Zeyu ignored the high temperature and scalded his mouth, and was the first to taste it. Although the pimple soup was still turning in his mouth because of the high temperature, he had already tasted the taste.

"It's really good! Lunch is at the local restaurant, and in the evening at the small restaurant. The economy of Honglin City is counted down in the province, but in terms of food, it seems to be even more delicious than the provincial capital."

Shen Dapeng drank the hot pimple soup and tasted other homemade stir-fries. He couldn't help but sigh for the delicious authenticity of the pimple soup, which was even more in line with the taste of home-cooked dishes than the "Lao San Yang" in the Tucai Restaurant at noon.

"In the end, it's still...whispering... or the ingredients are good."

Li Zeyu's mouth was full, his cheeks bulged, and his speech was illiterate. "The common people live on food, clothing, housing, transportation, transportation, and transportation in Honglin City. Where can people come and go; clothes, the economy and taxation of the province for many years. Counting down, people care more about survival rather than enjoyment; Honglin City is a prefecture-level city no matter how poor it is to live, but the housing price is only 30% higher than Qingshu County. I can't believe it.

The rest... there is only food. Honglin City has relied on agricultural and sideline products to maintain taxation for many years. People naturally rely on agricultural and sideline products to survive. Without large-scale projects, there would be no water pollution. Without large-scale mining, there would be no land. Pollution, green and non-polluting ingredients can be seen everywhere, and naturally you will be more particular about eating. "

"This young man is very good at talking, but unfortunately, our pimple soup and stir-fries are not really delicious. They can only be regarded as the most authentic hometown flavor of the farmers, with less oil, less salt and less MSG. What is the taste of the common people? What kind of taste the daughter-in-law made it."

Old Yang Zhenghan laughed and praised his daughter-in-law~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The middle-aged woman also came out of the kitchen. The two happily nodded at each other. There was a sound, but the laughter in his throat was a little lacking in confidence, and the tone was weird.

"Old Uncle Yang, aunt she is..." Out of courtesy and courtesy, Shen Dapeng was afraid that everyone would be embarrassed, so he did not say the word ‘dumb’, but pointed to his mouth instead.

"I'm dumb. Our family is also suffering. I don't know what kind of strange disease I have. I suddenly couldn't speak a few years ago. Our generation faces the loess with its back to the sky. We can't save much money after growing crops for most of our lives. To make ends meet, in order to take care of her, there is no time to grow the land, so I can only entrust it to the neighbors in the village."

Lao Yang looked at his daughter-in-law tenderly, except for a little helplessness in his eyes, there was no slightest disapproval in his eyes, "We ran to the city to open a small restaurant, while insisting on seeking medical treatment in the hospital, but unfortunately, we never recovered."

Lao Yang said with a silly smile, but Shen Dapeng and his group gradually put down the tableware in their hands, and turned their eyes to the Lao Yang daughter-in-law who could not speak but was always smiling. Only Cao Xinmin showed compassion. Like a okay person, he calmly continued to drink the pimple soup.