Rebirth of the Wild Age

In a short time, it is impossible for the father to be fished out. The crime he committed was so great that it had already alarmed the province, and no one dared to overturn the case for him.

The time period in 1993 was very embarrassing. The central government was crossing the river by feeling the stones, and the people were rushing recklessly. The whole country knows that reform is necessary, but how to reform and to what extent no one can figure out.

And the state-owned enterprise is the most sensitive area, and it will never be spared if it hits it.

Song Weiyang wanted his father to get out of prison quickly. There was only one way to do it, and that was to strengthen the power of the Song family and strive for a reduction, reduction, and reduction of the sentence.

The trial ended for more than ten minutes, and it was not until the staff cleared the room that Guo Xiaolan left the seat in a daze, staggered, and Song Weiyang and his elder brother hurriedly supported her.

"Mom, don't worry, you can still fight for a reduced sentence." Song Weiyang comforted.

Guo Xiaolan seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden, she nodded and said, "Mom knows, you have to study hard, the college entrance examination is coming next year."

Song Qizhi has a big heart, and enlightened his mother and younger brother: "In the future, there will be me in the family. When Dad comes out in three to five years, we can make a comeback!"

Brother Song's smile didn't last long, and he was soon shocked by the situation at the gate of the court.

Dozens of workers from the factory came, and there were also enterprises that cooperated with the cannery, fruit farmers, and distributors. There were probably more than 100 people densely packed there. As soon as they saw the Song family coming out, these debt collectors immediately surrounded them and shouted:

"Director Song, pay us the wages first."

"Boss Song, you can't sell your cans at all, and you have to refund part of the purchase price no matter what."

"Boss Song, you haven't paid for the sweet oranges you collected last year."

"Director Song, the cans you purchased have not been paid for for two quarters."

"..."

These people all knew that the Song family was in decline, and if they didn't come to ask for money, they would have no chance in the future.

Facing the road blocked by more than 100 debt collectors, surrounded by reporters and crowds, Brother Song did not dare to lose his temper, so he could only bite the bullet and promise loudly: "Money, I will definitely find a way. I will also return everyone's money!"

The crowd surrounded Song Qizhi, fearing that he would run away, and urged, "Director Song, we will follow you to make money."

How could Song Qizhi get money, he could only foolishly say: "Please give me a little more time, please give me a little more time!"

"We have time, we want money!"

"That's right, delay every time, don't think about running again today!"

"If you don't give money, you will pay with your life!"

"..."

In his previous life, the eldest brother planned to divorce his wife, and wanted to give the tens of thousands of cash left in the family to his wife to take away, and let his wife secretly take care of his mother and younger brother. But the sister-in-law disagreed life and death, and even after the accidental death of her eldest brother, she relied on wholesale clothing to support her mentally disturbed mother-in-law, raised her young son, sponsored Song Weiyang to finish college, and even repaid most of the millions owed by the Song family.

Song Weiyang recalled his mother's aging and haggardness, recalled his sister-in-law's hardships, and the scenes of his previous life clearly appeared before his eyes.

Perhaps, God gave him a chance to be born again, and let him come back to compensate his family.

Seeing that the debt collectors came over and started to tangle with his elder brother, Song Weiyang took a deep breath, stepped in and said, "Don't do anything, let's talk civilly. There is no problem with the money. I will pay it back, but I will have to give it half a year." !"

"Who is this?"

"The second son of the Song family is still studying. I've met him before."

"Student who doesn't know fart, get out of here!"

"..."

Brother Song pulled Song Weiyang back and said anxiously: "Little brother, don't make trouble, I will take care of everything."

Mother Guo Xiaolan also said: "Yangyang stop making trouble, go back and study with peace of mind!"

In the eyes of everyone, Song Weiyang is just a fool who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. But this silly boy didn't take the millions of debts seriously, and slapped his chest and shouted: "I can issue a military order and write a letter of guarantee for you. As long as I can't repay the debt within half a year, I will pay you my life!"

Military order, a very old-fashioned vocabulary, is more down-to-earth than spells and oaths.

A debt collector sneered: "What do I want your life for? All I want is money!"

"Yes, we only want money!"

Guo Xiaolan quickly argued: "If you want money, you have to give us time to raise it slowly!"

The person before said excitedly: "I have given you time. Since Boss Song was arrested, the cannery has not received a cent of the payment. It has been several months!"

Another debt collector said: "Sister Guo, I know that Boss Song is wronged. The Song family built a winery and made a lot of money, but now it has been confiscated by the government, leaving only a money-losing cannery in their hands. You are also very upset." Wronged. But we have to think about it from our point of view, our glass factory is a small business, and the whole factory is waiting for the hundreds of thousands of payment for the goods to pay wages!"

"Can you get the money if you force it like this?"

Before his mother could speak again, Song Weiyang suddenly said sharply, "I tell you, the cannery owes more than three million yuan now, which is not considered a bank loan, but the Song family only has tens of thousands of yuan in cash, and the bank account has long been frozen. You have more than 100 people now, and there are even more people who didn’t come today, how much can you get on average for tens of thousands of dollars? One person can get a hundred or so dollars at most!”

The person said before: "Then what do you say? Get rid of the debt?"

Song Weiyang immediately said: "My father is the most successful entrepreneur in Rongping City, and I am his son. Do you dare to take a gamble that I will turn tens of thousands of yuan into millions within half a year! If you win the bet, you You can get back the debt, and I will still pay the interest. If you lose the bet, each person will only lose a hundred or so yuan! Now make a choice, whether to force the Song family to death, and each person will share some money It’s a matter, let’s give it a go and get back all the arrears and interest!!”

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, suddenly not knowing what to say.

On the one hand, they really think that coercion is fruitless, and tens of thousands of dollars is not enough; Jia Song Shumin is too similar.

Although Song Shumin has been imprisoned, his reputation is there, and people still have some awe and admiration in their hearts. As Song Shumin's son, even though Song Weiyang was only a student, the creditors still had an inexplicable sense of trust subconsciously.

This is an era that believes in miracles, and news of sudden wealth in the society emerges endlessly.

Maybe the Song family can really turn around?

Of course, some people don't think so, such as cannery workers.

The wages of these workers are not high, and they are only owed a few months of salary, which adds up to one or two thousand yuan per person.

"Don't talk so much, pay us the wages first!" The workers yelled.

It used to be a promise with a smile, but now it has directly become a threat. Song Weiyang squinted his eyes and sneered, "Don't give me a chance, right? Then we'll die. I'll file for bankruptcy tomorrow and auction off the factory's fixed assets to pay off the debt. According to the law, first What should be repaid is the bank loan, and then the three million owed to you! The money is repaid on a proportional basis, and ordinary workers can get a salary of more than ten yuan at most! Moreover, at that time, the Song family can reasonably avoid debts , it will be illegal for you to collect debts again!"

The workers were dumbfounded for a moment. They didn't know that they could still play like this, and they didn't know that workers' wages had priority over social debts—of course, bank loans had priority, and Song Weiyang didn't lie about this.

Although China had the "Bankruptcy Law" in the 1980s, it was not until the early 1990s that private companies were allowed to go bankrupt, and it has not yet become popular. Some local governments even do not allow private companies to go bankrupt.

So much so that the Song family never thought of filing for bankruptcy in their previous life. It was not until half a year after Brother Song's death that the court and the bank jointly liquidated the land and held an auction. As a result, the land and machinery failed to be sold, and only real estate developers bought them for development after being idle for ten years.

First they promised to be reasonable, and then they threatened them alive. These debt collectors were finally "persuaded" by Song Weiyang.

They were really afraid that the Song family would play bankruptcy tricks!

"Okay, we'll believe you once!" The debt collector of the glassware factory with the most debts suddenly stated that the cannery owed them more than 800,000 yuan, and it was impossible to get the full payment even if forced.

"A wise choice!" Song Weiyang smiled.

He had to laugh to make people believe that he was able to pay back the money, and the sadness of his father's imprisonment could only be temporarily put aside.

These people didn't ask Song Weiyang to write any guarantee letter, and they dispersed with complicated emotions, discussing in twos and threes.

Guo Xiaolan glanced at the crowd of reporters who hadn't left yet, and said in a low voice, "We'll go back too."

...

A seventeen-year-old high school student kept saying that he could earn millions in half a year, but no one would believe it.

Those debt collectors didn't believe it, they were just frightened by the threat of bankruptcy, and they were afraid that they would not get a penny at that time. In the mid-1990s, there was a sudden wave of bankruptcies in China, and most of them were playing "fake bankruptcy, "True escape from debt" trick.

Song Weiyang's family didn't believe it either. After returning home, his mother and elder brother sat there frowning, racking their brains but unable to think of a way to get money quickly.

"Brother, is the cannery still open?" Song Weiyang asked.

Song Qizhi said depressedly: "What work are you still doing? The warehouses are full. I have been running the market for the past two months, and the advertising costs have cost hundreds of thousands, but the cans in the factory can't be sold at all."

Song Weiyang began to help his elder brother sort out his thoughts: "Brother, have you ever wondered why our canned food cannot be sold?"

Song Qizhi said: "In the past, the gifts were malted milk extract and canned food. Now, the gift is replaced by health care products, and only a small number of farmers use canned food as gifts. Also, I heard that Europe and the United States jointly launched an anti-dumping campaign against Chinese canned food. Large canned food companies are unable to export, so they cut prices domestically to compete for land, and small and medium-sized canned food factories are forced to wait for death."

Song Weiyang analyzed: "That is to say, the pressure of competition is increasing, while the market size is decreasing."

"So there's no way!" Song Qizhi spread his hands.

Song Weiyang said: "Have you ever thought about changing the positioning of canned products? We don't sell canned food as gifts, but daily consumer goods."

"It's useless." Song Qizhi shook his head repeatedly. "Who buys canned food for fun? If you have that spare money, you might as well buy drinks, biscuits and candies."

Song Weiyang added: "We can..."

"Don't talk about it," Song Qizhi didn't want to discuss any more, "the canning factory is definitely hopeless, not only our factory, but all the canning factories in China are like this. Brother, I know you want to help the family, but there are many things you don't understand You should study at ease, get into a good university next year, and go to a big city to work in a foreign company after graduation, so that you can live a decent life."

Song Weiyang wanted to say more, but the eldest brother had already discussed the countermeasures with his mother, and the family didn't believe in his ability at all.

After discussing for a while, my mother started to make frantic phone calls:

"Hi, I'm looking for Director Yang...I'm Guo Xiaolan from Jiafeng Wine Industry...Director Yang isn't here...Well, I'll call back later."

"Hello, President Zhang, I'm Guo Xiaolan...you have a meeting... that's fine, we'll talk about it another day."

"Hello, Manager Li..."

Guo Xiaolan made more than a dozen phone calls in one breath, all of whom were close friends in the past, but it turned out that she didn't borrow any money.

The elder sister-in-law Cai Fanghua had already brought her son back from the hospital. She said, "Why don't I go back to my mother's house and ask?"

Guo Xiaolan shook her head and said, "My father-in-law behaves well, and he probably hasn't saved much money."

Cai Fanghua's father used to be the factory director of a state-owned enterprise, but he retired three years ago, leaving only one elder brother working in the Qingshui Yamen of the Archives Bureau.

Brother Song was smoking a cigarette and said helplessly, "Just file for bankruptcy."

My mother was a little moved, and worried: "I'm afraid the government will not approve it. There is no precedent for a private company to go bankrupt in our city."

Brother Song said: "Although the tea is cold, Dad still saves a little bit of face. It should not be difficult to file for bankruptcy because of the activities and activities."

The mother made a decision: "I will go to the leader tomorrow!"

Song Weiyang didn't speak any more, even if he talked outrageously, his family would not believe that he really had that ability. His only contribution was to propose a way to go bankrupt, at least leaving a way out for his mother and brother.

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