Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

"Director Jiang, what did you do last night?" On the plane, Zhao Xiaojin pestered Jiang Xiaobai and kept asking.

"What to do, I told you, just go take a bath. It's called a sauna, but to put it bluntly, it's just a bath and a steam." Jiang Xiaobai explained helplessly.

"I don't believe it." Zhao Xiaojin muttered.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Xiaobai asked directly.

"You take me with you next time you go to the sauna. I want to go too." Zhao Xiaojin said.

"Okay." Jiang Xiaobai agreed with a smile and muttered: "Sooner or later I will marry you off, let's see if you are still crazy, girl."

Zhao Xiaojin stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

After getting off the plane in Beijing, I made a slight adjustment and took a bite of my meal before boarding the flight to Moscow.

At this time, the aircraft cabin was still very spacious and very comfortable to sleep on.

But the only bad thing is that it is very bumpy, especially after flying out of the border, when winter has already entered in the north.

The violent cold air is converging, causing greater fluctuations in the aircraft.

"Sir, do you need a newspaper?" the stewardess came over and asked.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Jiang Xiaobai nodded and ordered not only newspapers, but also some food.

In 1991, the country was still filled with the smoke of "whether reform should be called "social" or "capital".

But the fact is that the debate is like the blinding wind on the river, but the substantive economic changes are like the school of fish at the bottom of the water, still marching forward firmly.

More than three years of macroeconomic control have stabilized the overheated economy. Various economic indicators have dropped significantly, and people have become timid in reform.

There were two articles published on the first page of the newspaper.

The first article is "Can we reform and open up without asking the surname "She" and the surname "Zi"?", and the other article is "Revisiting the surname "She" and the surname "Zi"."

"Alas." Jiang Xiaobai sighed. He didn't want to read more of this kind of article. It didn't matter whether his surname was Zi or She.

There has been a huge gap between China and abroad, and the ideological issue of whether to be surnamed capitalist or surnamed commune is still being debated.

The second piece of news is that there is a serious backlog of small daily necessities such as socks and gloves in Beijing. There are hundreds of such state-owned small and medium-sized enterprises in Dongcheng District.

In order to give state-owned enterprises in the district more sales opportunities, the Dongcheng District Industrial and Commercial Bureau took the initiative to arrange for them to enter the market.

Administrative means were used to let them occupy the best stalls, but the result was counterproductive. Only 17 out of hundreds of backlogged manufacturers came to register and apply.

In the end, only six or seven families set up stalls in the market. What the reporter saw at the Hepingli Comprehensive Market, the largest in Beijing, was:

"There are clear distinctions between state-owned and individual stalls. The stallkeepers of the former hunched their necks and hid behind the counter, showing a full official-business style, while the stallkeepers of the individual stalls were hawking and gesticulating with samples, attracting everyone in a lively manner. Most of the customers.

In the biting cold wind, individual stall operators still go out at dawn and close at dusk, while state-owned salesmen work step by step and implement an 8-hour workday. If the business hours are extended, bonuses and overtime pay will be involved. whole body. "

The article did not comment on this behavior at the end, but the attitude was already obvious.

The third article is that problems have arisen again in the restructuring of state-owned factories.

In fact, the second and third articles are about the same issue, but the second article is from the perspective of workers, while the third article is about factory issues.

After reading casually for a while, Jiang Xiaobai put down the newspaper.

Generally speaking, the domestic atmosphere in 1991 was a bit impetuous, and everyone could not unify their thoughts.

Some radicals want to package up and sell off all state-owned enterprises. I wish I could let go of all restrictions at once and let everyone do business.

Some conservative people believe that capitalism cannot be practiced.

"Almost." Jiang Xiaobai thought silently in his heart. It was almost the end of 1991, and winter was coming soon.

When spring comes, the entire society will reach a unified opinion, both in terms of ideology and actions.

I don't know when Jiang Xiaobai fell asleep.

When Jiang Xiaobai woke up, he was about to get off the plane.

Li Longquan started to take clothes from his bag, a thick fur coat.

And thick cotton pants, go to the bathroom to put on the cotton pants, and then wrap up the fur coat.

After a period of turbulence, the plane stopped at Moscow Airport.

"Let's go." Jiang Xiaobai greeted, as the crowd slowly moved forward.

At the airport pick-up point, Zhang Weiyi came with someone to pick him up.

He held a big sign with the words Huaqing Holdings Company written on it.

"Director Jiang." Zhang Weiyi waved and shouted as he watched Jiang Xiaobai and his party come out.

"Director Jiang, over there." Li Longquan pointed to Jiang Xiaobai and said.

"Ah, okay, which way?" Jiang Xiaobai shivered from the cold.

This ghost place in the north is so cold, especially in winter.

At this time, the weather in Pengcheng, China, means wearing a long-sleeved shirt.

As for the weather in Beijing, it has just entered autumn, so wearing a coat is all that is needed.

But here we only have big cotton-padded jackets and two cotton-padded trousers, which are still too cold.

"Director Jiang." Zhang Weiyi stretched out his hand to shake hands with Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head: "Don't hold your hands. Let's go as soon as possible. It's too cold."

Wearing a train hat and a thick cotton mask, his eyes were exposed.

"Okay, let's go, the car outside is ready." Zhang Weiyi waved his hand, and a group of people behind him tightly surrounded Jiang Xiaobai and others.

There are yellow-skinned people and white-skinned locals.

"Fuck you." This big move shocked Jiang Xiaobai, Li Longquan and others.

In particular, Li Longquan immediately became vigilant and assumed a defensive posture.

What do you think Zhang Weiyi wants to do, kidnap Jiang Xiaobai? So many people gathered around.

Li Longquan didn't know the amount of investment here, but he was able to make Jiang Xiaobai come here many times and come so far away.

The company's deputy general manager, Zhang Weiyi, has also been sent here on a long-term basis, and the funds will definitely be indispensable.

So it's not impossible if something really happens.

When you are in a foreign country, before you understand the situation, it is definitely right to be more careful.

"Director Jiang, it's not safe outside now, so I brought more people. There are still people outside, just to protect your safety." Zhang Weiyi explained to Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and asked, "Is it so chaotic here now?"

"Well, it's not very good. At the beginning of this year..." Zhang Weiyi said a few big things.

Jiang Xiaobai knew clearly and probably guessed how the collapse of such an overlord could not lead to chaos.