Rebirth of the Wild Age

After finally sending the secretary and the county magistrate away, other officials came to visit one after another.

Every time a person came, Zheng Xuehong had to explain it again. He told so many lies that he almost believed it himself. He really felt like he had a cousin who was a big boss.

"Bureau Chen, Director Yang, please go slowly!" Yao Cuilan walked the guests to the door, smiling from ear to ear. She had never been so beautiful in her previous life.

Zheng Xuehong spread out on the sofa, and said weakly: "It's finally over, I'll take a rest first."

Yao Cuilan took a big stride, brought a plate of snacks from the kitchen, and smiled flatteringly, "Cousin, try it quickly, the Zhuerbai I made is delicious, you definitely won't be able to eat it in Wanwan."

"Mmm, delicious." Song Weiyang took a bite.

"I said it was delicious," Yao Cuilan said, "Cousin, can you get imported ones, that kind of big foreign color TVs?"

Zheng Xuehong frowned and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"Director Yang's family is marrying a daughter-in-law, and they want to get a big color TV for appearance," Yao Cuilan said.

Zheng Xuehong said: "Big color TVs are sold in provincial capitals, so do you need overseas connections?"

"It's made in China. Director Yang wants a foreign color TV," Yao Cuilan said in a low voice. "Director Yang has already said that as long as he can get a color TV, he will transfer me to the county party committee."

Zheng Xuehong said: "You are stupid, if you go to the county party committee to be a small clerk, can you have enough oil and water like your grain station?"

"Our family is not short of money now, so it's more honorable to work in the county committee office." Yao Cuilan retorted.

"Stay where it's cool, don't cause trouble with my cousin!" Zheng Xuehong didn't bother to say any more.

Yao Cuilan was really afraid that Song Weiyang would be unhappy, so she hurriedly said, "Then I'm going to buy vegetables and cook, what does my cousin like to eat?"

Song Weiyang said, "Whatever you want."

"Then I'll buy a piece of fish and two catties of pork ribs. The braised pork ribs I make are delicious." Yao Cuilan walked out with a basket of vegetables in her hand, arrogant and arrogant.

After his wife left, Zheng Xuehong said: "Brother, don't pay attention to her, you silly bitch with long hair and short knowledge."

"Sister-in-law has a good personality, straight-hearted, so say whatever you want." Song Weiyang laughed.

Zheng Xuehong said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I came back with you, otherwise I would have been caught as a spy, and I can't explain the hundreds of thousands."

"It's not that troublesome, just say that you made money from doing business in the Special Economic Zone. If you don't have evidence, who dares to really arrest you." Song Weiyang said.

"Anyway, it won't be so easy." Zheng Xuehong said.

According to Zheng Xuehong's thinking, he could get home faster than the money order, so he didn't call to inform his wife. As a result, he temporarily decided to continue hanging out with Song Weiyang, and was delayed for a few days because of buying a car, completely forgetting that the huge money order might cause trouble.

The two chatted for a while, and Chen Tao suddenly said, "Will my money order also cause trouble?"

"Didn't you call home?" Song Weiyang said.

Chen Tao said: "I sent the remittance slip to my aunt in the city, and I just told her on the phone that there was a remittance, so I could collect it for me. At first, I didn't think much about it. Brother Zheng was making a big fuss here, and I suddenly felt There's no end to it."

Zheng Xuehong smiled and comforted: "Brother Song is here, we will go there together, and everything can be settled."

"That's right." Chen Tao pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.

...

Yao Cuilan bought the vegetables quickly, and Zheng Xuehong's son, Zheng Yong, also left school not long after.

"Dad, you're back," Zheng Yong immediately leaned over, suddenly saw Chen Tao, and smiled, "This sister is so beautiful!"

"So cute!" Chen Tao was overjoyed.

Zheng Xuehong took out two sets of clothes from her bag, threw them to her son and said, "Try it on."

"Oh, there are new clothes to wear!" Zheng Yong took the clothes and ran away happily.

From the beginning to the end, the handsome and scumbag student Song Weiyang was completely ignored.

Song Weiyang couldn't help joking: "Brother, is this your own son?"

Well, Zheng Yong is about to graduate from elementary school. He is tall and thin and has nothing to do with his parents' body shape.

"go away!"

Zheng Xuehong was furious: "I was also a handsome guy when I was young. I was only strong but not fat. I got fat after being injured and lying in bed for several years!"

"Calm down, calm down, just kidding." Song Weiyang hurriedly comforted him.

In the evening, Song Weiyang was feasting on Yao Cuilan's sweet and sour pork ribs and braised fish, when suddenly two waves came to visit.

Song Weiyang and Chen Tao seemed to be monkeys in the zoo, surrounded by people watching and talking, and asked a lot of weird questions.

The next morning, Song Weiyang had just woken up when people from the county United Front Work Department came again and said they would accompany the Taiwanese brothers throughout the journey.

Then the director of the county party committee came to visit and dragged Song Weiyang to sign the investment intention contract. There was no investment promotion office in the broken county, but a temporary investment promotion team was set up. Responsible for coordination, the Director of the Bureau of Light Industry and the Director of the Commercial Bureau are responsible for specific affairs.

The local leaders were completely unaware of being deceived, and instead planned to drive Song Weiyang to his death.

In their eyes, Song Weiyang is just a fool who doesn't know anything. It is best to cheat the money of such stupid Taiwanese compatriots, and they must quickly implement their investment intentions. After all, it is impossible for Taiwanese businessmen with normal IQs to invest in small counties.

In the conference room of the county party committee building, the secretary, the county head, the county party committee director, the director of the County Commercial Bureau, the director of the county light industry bureau, the head of the United Front Work Department, and the director of the canning factory... Ma Liu sat around, and the reporter from the county newspaper also came two.

"Mr. Song, I'm not bragging. Our factory's canned food is so delicious that people rush to buy it during the Chinese New Year. Your investment is guaranteed to be right!"

Secretary Liu said with a smile: "Director Deng, you will be the director of the joint venture factory in the future. You must ensure production steadily, and don't let the Taiwan compatriots invest in any mistakes!"

Director Deng said: "Don't worry, Secretary Liu, I promise to complete the task!"

Song Weiyang suddenly regretted: "No, I can't sign."

Secretary Liu asked anxiously, "Why can't you sign?"

"I still have to play around in the mainland. If I sign this contract, I have to go back to Shencheng to get the money. What a delay." Song Weiyang said.

Secretary Liu was so depressed that he vomited blood. It was business to have fun, but investing in a factory was no longer a business.

"It's okay, Mr. Song, it's just a letter of intent," said County Mayor Zhang, "You can play slowly, and when you're happy with it, you can formally invest."

"Okay, then I'll sign it." Song Weiyang scribbled down his name. Except for the word "Song", the other two characters were too scribbled for recognition.

The county leaders are so happy, this idiot has finally joined the set, not to mention knowing the situation of the cannery, he has never even visited the factory.

With this Taiwanese investment letter of intent, let the county newspaper and the city newspaper report it, and then take it to the city to claim credit, even if the investment is delayed, it is a political achievement.

"Come on, Mr. Song, let's take a group photo together."

"It's fine to take a group photo. I'm so handsome and handsome, and I'm afraid that others will feel inferior when I go out. If I take a photo and report it again, I'm afraid that someone will be so jealous that they will hang themselves."

"Hehe, Mr. Song really knows how to joke."

"I am serious."

Seeing Song Weiyang's serious expression, the county leaders were collectively speechless. What kind of weird thing is this? Simply crazy!

Well, a sane person isn't that easy to cheat.

This signing ceremony is like a child's play. One party does not check the details of the partners, and the other party does not know the actual situation of the factory. Even the draft contract was full of loopholes, Party A and Party B described it vaguely, and Song Weiyang only signed a ghost letter, not even the official seal.

What about fooling around?

But, Song Weiyang is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

For the sake of political achievements, these county leaders must spontaneously help to build momentum, so that the whole county and city know that there are Taiwanese investors.

At that time, Song Weiyang only needs to go to Hong Kong City to get a leather bag company, first "acquire" his own canning factory, and then come back as a Taiwanese businessman and Hong Kong-owned company to formally perform the contract. As long as the bullshit is big, you don't even need to spend a penny, you can borrow money from the city's banks to form a joint venture, which is the so-called white wolf with empty hands.

Don’t be afraid of breaking it down, as long as the factory can turn a profit, the leaders at the city and county levels will be grateful—in order to get rid of the loss burden of state-owned enterprises, a certain place directly abolished the Bureau of Light Industry and the Bureau of Commerce, and sold dozens of companies to Huang Huang. The son can do it well, which shows how much a headache the local government has for the losses of state-owned enterprises.

That's not a state-owned enterprise, it's thousands of mouths waiting to eat.