Reborn Nobility

Chapter 84 Crisis

Tian Shengwen borrowed the money with trembling hands and said: "There are still many good people, I thank you..." He knelt down again.

Xia Xiaoluo felt sad, so he lifted him up and said, "Uncle Tian, ​​you have made contributions to China. Your knees are more noble than other people's knees. How can you kneel down!"

Seeing this touching scene, everyone donated their money one after another. Those who had money took out ten and twenty yuan, and those who had less money took out one and two yuan.

There is strength in numbers, and there will be a lot of donations within a short time.

Xia Xiaoluo glanced at his father and said, "Dad, without further ado, I think Uncle Tian must be treated as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Xia Jindong nodded.

He said to Tian Shengwen: "Brother Tian, ​​I'll take you to the First People's Hospital and let's do the surgery, okay?"

Tian Shengwen nodded, bowed to everyone again, and said: "You are all kind-hearted people, I thank you..."

Xia Xiaoluo called an ambulance. After a while, the ambulance from the First People's Hospital arrived. Under the eyes of everyone with blessings, Tian Shengwen was helped by the medical staff to the car.

Xia Jindong bowed to everyone and said, "On behalf of the Health Bureau, I would like to thank everyone."

The county is not big, and many people know each other. Some of them are neighbors, and they all know each other well. They all say: "Hey, Near East, didn't you help me first with your money?"

"It's just... no one in this circle has donated as much as you and me... Okay, are you rich now?" said Chen Xiaojun, the owner of the Weimin store next door.

Grandma Xing, an old employee of the Family Care Center of the Health Bureau, slapped him on the head and said, "You stinky boy! You know what the heck, this is Director Xia Renyi, do you understand?"

Chen Xiaojun covered his head and said: "Grandma Xing, you always have no sense of humor... I see that you haven't developed a sense of humor even though you watch comedies like "Enjoyable" every day..."

Everyone laughed.

Xia Jindong said: "Let's all disperse. I wonder if we thought our health bureau would do anything else."

Xia Xiaoluo and his father walked home. His mother, Xu Xiaoman, had already started preparing dinner. Xia Jindong didn't look happy on his face.

He made a cup of strong tea for his father and asked, "Dad, are you unhappy? Have everyone been sent to the hospital?"

Xia Jindong blew the tea leaves floating in the water glass and said: "I'm so happy. It's really overwhelming to be a senior official. I can't make the decision even with a thousand yuan! Being an official is really not free."

Xia Xiaoluo smiled. His father's tone and demeanor were called "complaining" in the 21st century, and there were various questions, such as "roaring style", "ordinary object" and so on.

However, Xia Jindong was obviously in a mood and showed a sense of boredom with officialdom. Although it was not very strong, if this mood accumulated over time, it would definitely be harmful but useless.

Therefore, Xia Xiaoluo persuaded his father with many ideas he had accumulated in his life before his rebirth, saying: "Dad, it is right that the official level will crush people to death. In any organization, it is a prerequisite for the organization to operate effectively.

That is, administrative orders must be implemented effectively; and there can only be one organizational goal. If everyone has different organizational goals, if they don’t focus their efforts in one place, they will definitely be distracted. If anyone can get involved, it will

It’s a mess. Of course, an organization should have its own error correction mechanism, which is another topic. But after a decision is made, it is implemented to the letter, and there is no mistake at all.”

Xia Jindong also understood this truth, but he couldn't accept it emotionally at the moment.

At this moment, when Xia Xiaoluo read the book, the depression in his heart was relieved a lot.

Seeing that his expression improved, Xia Xiaoluo continued: "Besides, Dad, what do you think is freedom?"

Xia Jindong said: "Boy, how about you test me? I think freedom is, like Zhuangzi wrote in "Xiaoyaoyou"...

"Hey, this is just an ideal state, and it is also a world that cannot be truly replicated in real life. If you want to pursue this kind of freedom in real life, you can only get infinitely close, but cannot completely reach it."

When Xia Jindong saw his son making another surprising statement, he looked at his son with admiration and encouragement and asked him to continue speaking.

Xia Xiaoluo said: "I think freedom must be realized through three aspects, namely freedom of time, freedom of finance, and freedom of role. Most people work hard on time and follow the rules to go to work, get off work, eat and shit. The lack of freedom of time lies in

Happiness is interrupted. For example, when you are meeting your girlfriend and you are suddenly asked to work overtime by your boss, you are interrupted and not free. From the perspective of officialdom, the higher the official rank, the greater the scope of management and the higher the relative freedom.

, I have more time at my disposal.”

Xia Jindong nodded slightly, thinking that it was indeed the case. Xia Xiaoluo continued: "The second one is financial freedom, which means that everything is counted as money, regardless of small accounts or small money. I always think about whether I have spent money unnecessarily.

, have you spent the wrong money? You have been comparing whether to fly, train or take a car. In this way, you are unhappy. If you take a car, your boss will not reimburse you when you go back. If you reimburse, you will not pass the Discipline Inspection Commission, supervision, and audit.

Happy. In terms of officialdom, the higher the position, the more resources at one's disposal. For those of you in the lower-level departments, you have to use bicycles to commute to and from get off work, and you have to apply for a bus when you go out to do errands. You see, He Jingsheng doesn't always come in and out of Audi.

.This is not difficult to understand, right?"

Xia Jindong nodded and had to admit that everything Xia Xiaoluo said made sense.

Xia Xiaoluo continued: "In the Chinese officialdom, the identity of officials is vague and ambiguous. They can be scholars, and in the blink of an eye they become businessmen. They have too many resources, and they can go to state agencies or retire.

Enterprises and institutions, literary scholars, experts and professors, Wu Ke fights the market to make money. It has achieved both material civilization and spiritual civilization. This is another kind of freedom, the freedom of roles. Like Tian Fengcai’s father just now, he has so many choices

What?"

Xia Jindong sighed and said, "Son, I don't understand this society as well as you do. Am I getting old? Am I too stupid?"

Xia Xiaoluo patted his father on the shoulder and said, "Dad, you are not too stupid, you are just too kind."

Xia Jindong watched the sunset sinking like a fiery orange through the west window.

He felt that life was short, and he already felt that his body was aging, just like the slowly setting sun. It was no longer the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, nor the sun at noon, but the sun in the west.

It’s going to be “sunset red”.

Before, he wasted too much time, but with his son's guidance, he got on the road and started to make rapid progress.

Moreover, he also deeply understood that in Chinese society, his son's view was correct. His stumbling career was a living textbook, a history of blood and tears that was ignorant of current affairs.

He held the aluminum alloy window on the window sill with both hands, his knuckles turned white, and he told himself that he could not shrink back or be afraid.

Xia Xiaoluo didn't know whether he should tell Tian Fengcai that his father was ill.

Tian Fengcai lives on campus for a long time and goes back once a month. This is partly because he is nervous about studying, and partly because he wants to save travel expenses.

Therefore, he did not know that his father was seriously ill.

After thinking about it again and again, Xia Xiaoluo didn't say anything about it.

The days were as peaceful as ever. School had just ended this morning, and Xia Xiaoluo was carrying an enamel jar and preparing to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Yang Jingchu came over and said, "Principal Su asked you to come over."

Principal Su is of course referring to Su Jiangchun.

When they arrived at Su Jiangchun's office, Principal Su pointed to the phone and said, "I have your number. It's from Beijing."

She looked at Xia Xiaoluo curiously.

Xia Xiaoluo smiled and glanced at Su Jiangchui's well-proportioned and plump body. He glanced at the ### stockings exposed under her trousers and between her high heels, and made a "### stunner"

review, and then picked up the phone.

"Xia Xiaoluo, it's not good." Wang Dali's nervous voice came from the receiver. "Something big has happened!"

"Speak slowly if you have something to do. There is no obstacle that you can't overcome." Xia Xiaoluo said still calmly.

"Our payment and goods have been detained!" Wang Dali said these words with difficulty.

"Who did it?" Xia Xiaoluo asked.

"Haidian District Industrial and Commercial Bureau, the reason is that we have no business license, no license, no registered company or are self-employed! They say that we are operating without a license." Perhaps influenced by Xia Xiaoluo's calm attitude, Wang Dali was finally able to say a few words

Come with a smooth sentence.

"Fuck..." Xia Xiaoluo spat out two exclamations.

"How much is the total payment and goods?" Xia Xiaoluo asked.

"The payment for the goods is more than 300,000 yuan, and the goods now have more than 2,000 'Panpan's." Wang Dali said.

"What!" Xia Xiaoluo roared, with mixed emotions.

There was surprise in this, because he never expected that sales could be so high in just two months. In addition, he was also angry that Wang Dali did not pay the sales money to his account in time as he requested.

Wang Dali nervously explained again: "I was only focused on sales, and I didn't have time to get the money back. These stubborn bosses in the capital all like to give cash and don't like to use bank transfers. They are a bunch of local rich people!... all of a sudden

I didn’t have time, so I kept carrying the money in a suitcase!”

Well, Wang Dali, you are quite courageous. To say that you are a reckless hero is a good thing, but to say a bad thing is that you are fucking illiterate.

Xia Xiaoluo secretly cursed in his heart.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the entire "Panpan" project, including the assembly line, actually has a certain concept of efficient integration of the industrial chain. Although the gross profit is not high, only about ten yuan a profit, the most terrifying thing is the production speed.

And the sales speed is very slow.

The time is equivalent to three months of making more than 30,000 panda Panpan.

This is equivalent to producing 500 products every day (around the clock). You can imagine that all the sewing machines in the Laoxiazhuang Garment Factory are spinning rapidly.

This is the principle of small profits but quick turnover. Although profits are low, the turnover of funds and goods is fast, thus forming super high capital gains.