The Pentium Era - South to North

Xiao Zhanbo called Liu Ligan almost every day and told him about the company registration situation. After the call, Xiao Zhanbo himself found it funny and cursed, "Gangzi, are you my brother or the director? Why do I have to ask you every day?" Reporting?

Liu Ligan smiled and said, you don’t have to report to the director, but you must report to me every day. Your director will not care whether someone is registered or not. I am different. This is related to my life and death. You can’t live without it. Save?

"Okay, Director Liu, I just report on time every day."

Xiao Zhanbo said that from then on, he really changed his name and called Liu Ligan not "Gangzi" or "Mr. Liu" but "Liu Ju". Even his colleagues in Xiao Zhanbo's office also called Liu Ligan "Liu Ju".

Liu Ligan would often go around, bring them some cigarettes, and sometimes treat them to dinner. He had almost become a non-staff member of their office.

Once he came out of it, a guy immediately followed him. He heard them calling him Director Liu in the office, and he really thought he was the director and followed him to the stairs.

The materials he submitted had a signature of a shareholder, which was forged by him. Xiao Zhanbo saw it and returned the information to him. He came out and said to Liu Ligan, please help the director. Our shareholder has returned to the mainland, and there is no There is no way to get here. If we mail the information, it will take months to come and go. We really can't afford to wait.

"Where are you from?" Liu Ligan asked.

"Xi'an."

"Where is this shareholder?"

"Harbin."

"Isn't there a direct flight from Harbin to Haicheng? Just ask your shareholder to come here. It's so simple in two days."

Liu Ligan said that the other party was hesitant.

In fact, what makes him miserable is that he bought this shareholder's ID card for thirty yuan a piece under the Nandaqiao Bridge just to make up the money. He signed it all by himself. It was so good that he signed it. He didn't know how to change his handwriting at that time, but the guy's last name was still the same as his. Xiao Zhanbo figured it out and insisted that the shareholder come to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau in person. This asked him where to find someone.

When Liu Ligan saw the other party like this, he understood in his heart that there must be some hidden secret in this. It was not as simple as what he said. Originally, Liu Ligan thought that he had experienced the same troubles, and sympathized with him and wanted to be beautiful. I told him how to express it, but now I think about it and forget it.

The other party looked left and right and found no one around, so he took out two thousand yuan from his bag and tried to stuff it into Liu Ligan's pocket, which shocked Liu Ligan.

Liu Ligan quickly explained to him that he was not the director. They called him Bureau Liu as a joke. He was not from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau at all. If you asked me to do this, haha, that was asking a ghost to see a doctor.

The other party looked at him, doubtful, wondering if he was lying to him.

Liu Lipole patted him on the shoulder and hurriedly walked downstairs.

The number of real estate companies in Haicheng is growing at the rate of thirty or forty every day. In the drawer of Liu Ligan's office, there is a book dedicated to recording this number. Every time Xiao Zhanbo calls him, he will add up the number. Up to now, there are nearly 12,500 real estate companies in Haicheng.

This number stimulates Liu Ligan every day. He wonders what so many people and companies are doing, are they all here to build houses and sell them? Who to sell to?

The population of Haicheng is only over one million, and the total population of Hainan Island is only six million. Most of these six million people are like Yilin Ma. They all have their own houses. You don’t need to buy a house. Even if you need it, you can’t afford it.

Unknowingly, the house price in Haicheng has risen from eight or nine hundred last year to one thousand two hundred and twenty-three now. The price of land is even more astonishing. When Liu Ligan and the others changed hands, the land next to them was already worth one hundred. Five hundred and twenty thousand acres. Based on this calculation, Liu Ligan and his Jinghai International Financial Center are still a big hole, but the value of this big hole has increased by more than 50 million.

Meng Ping would come to Liu Ligan almost every day. First, he came to Zheng Wei to see if there was any new news. Second, he came to Liu Ligan to complain. He complained that his land was sold too cheaply. Why did every piece of land come to him? As for the land, as soon as I take action, within a week, the land will rise a lot.

Complaints are complaints, but there is a kind of excitement and satisfaction in this complaint, and there is not much disappointment. On the contrary, he hopes that this situation will not change and continue. What he is most worried about is changing, so he has to keep an eye on Zheng Wei.

Anyway, when these lands are transferred out, he will soon have new lands, more and bigger lands. Those people above also hope that this way, they will continue to make money, instead of only hearing the jingle of money bags for a long time. , money is really safe in a bag, and everything outside the bag is a legend.

As the money jingled, they became more and more kind to Meng Ping, and felt more and more that this guy was good and interesting.

Isn't it interesting? Now that they see Meng Ping's face, they feel that he looks the same as Comrade Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth.

So Meng Ping feels that as long as this situation continues, he will become more and more comfortable.

Li Yong took two pieces of land from Meng Ping and sold them to fellow Guizhou fellows, earning more than one million. Li Yong tasted the sweetness. When Meng Ping came, he would definitely come too. Sometimes Meng Ping arrived first. Li Yong's office called him, and the two of them came up together.

Damn it, more than one million, just over half a month, it’s so profitable. We have to sell things, and Hangchi Hangchi is tired like a dog. He can’t make so much even if he sells for half a year. Li Yong shouted.

Li Yong never shied away from making money from the fields in front of Meng Ping, and Meng Ping was happy to hear it. Of course he was happy that his brother had made money with him.

Meng Ping understands that this place is actually the same as clothes. From the factory to the final customer, there must be many middlemen and many links. It is impossible for customers to buy directly from the factory, even those who advertise themselves as direct sales from manufacturers. , in fact, they are also middlemen.

The same goes for this land. How can the government turn a piece of land of little value into a valuable commercial land? There are so many wastelands around Haicheng. If it is not turned into commercial land, no one will touch it, and no one can move it. I am. I got this land from the government at ex-factory price. I was a wholesaler, and then sold it to retailers like Li Yong. This retailer also bought it one after another.

Li Yong encountered such a thing. The land he sold himself, a few days later, when another fellow villager came to sell it to them, the price increased by another 300,000.

Liu Ligan looked at these two excited people and felt itchy in his heart. He really wanted to fight like them, but he had no choice but to report several times, but Beijing did not approve it. There was a piece of land, also in Guomao, owned by Mr. Han. After the introduction, Liu Ligan felt that there was room for profit, and even as his company's second project, it was very cost-effective.

Zheng Wei even made a special trip to Beijing for this purpose. The two banks finally agreed to their plan, but when Zheng Wei returned to Haicheng, the land was gone. Mr. Han told them that the speed of land transfer in Haicheng , now faster than Hong Kong, who will put the land there, waiting for you to ask for instructions and report level by level.

Liu Ligan felt that Zheng Wei was right. Now, he really looked like Chiang Kai-shek's army. Those who commanded the battle at the front had no command authority, and those who commanded from behind had no idea of ​​the rapid changes in the battlefield ahead.

He felt more like a trapped animal, trapped and dead in this big pit of Jinghai International Financial Center, your grandma's.

"So, do you regret it?" Zheng Wei looked at Liu Ligan and smiled, "My proposal is still valid now."

Liu Ligan sighed and cursed: "Forget it, forget about him, let's do business first."

After saying that, Liu Ligan picked up Zheng Wei. Zheng Wei smiled and said, "Is this your business?"

"Of course, the two of us are together, and that's our top priority."

"Disgusting." Zheng Wei cursed, but his voice and body softened.

They are now together almost every day. There is no reason or even restraint for this man and woman to be together. If they separate from the bed every day, they will definitely end up in bed. After dawn, there are all kinds of reasons to convince themselves, Once it gets dark, these principles are annihilated by the night just like the light of day.

Zheng Wei said time and time again that it was over, and if this continued, we would be inseparable, but it seemed impossible to separate them now.

A person who behaved neatly and neatly became worried about gains and losses. She felt as if she had suddenly become ten years younger, like a girl. She would often sigh and shed tears for no reason. She needed to Chong needed to be coaxed, and Liu Lizhan was needed to make her laugh out of tears. She felt that she could no longer extricate herself.

Her past and her husband have become distant and vague things. Many times, she herself wonders whether these things really exist.

Until the phone on the bedside rang. He picked up the phone and heard the polite but cold voice on the phone. Zheng Wei immediately felt that he had fallen out of the clouds and fog, and it turned out that he was surrounded by thorns.

When Zheng Wei answered the phone, Liu Ligan would quietly walk to the bathroom, close the door, sit on the toilet and smoke, turn his head, look at the mirror in front of the washbasin, and squirt one by one at himself in the mirror. Smoke rings.