Zhao Changshu and a group of Marshal's staff were still sitting in the next office drinking tea, wondering what the Marshal would talk to Zhou Wen. Zhao Changshu was a little worried that the recent things his junior had done might arouse the commander's dissatisfaction. He was afraid that Zhou Wen, young and energetic, would not be able to stand the commander's reprimand and would start to argue with him.
But such a long time has passed, and sometimes the commander's laughter can still be faintly heard, and the worries in his heart gradually fade away. Zhao Changshu thinks about it. Although this junior is not old, he is very sophisticated, and his senior is far behind him in terms of dealing with people. . Coupled with his careful thinking and ability to distinguish the important from the important, I am afraid that he will only be appreciated by the commander.
Just as he was thinking about something, he suddenly heard the faint sound of arguing, and the sound got louder and louder, and there was even the sound of the commander slamming the table.
"...Don't do this to me, you little bastard. As soon as you stick your butt out, I'll know you're going to shit. You can't change it 50% of the time. This is..."
"You, sir, are not letting people live. The steel factories and pharmaceutical factories..."
"No, you little bastard has said before that public affairs are public affairs and private affairs are private affairs. The ammunition factory you just mentioned is a public matter, while the steel plant and pharmaceutical factory are private matters, old man..."
"...Then my nephew has agreed that if you have nothing to do, don't ask me to go to the office to guard you all day long...I'm busy..."
"You little bastard, it's not unusual for me to come here...Senior Councilor, come and discuss things when I need you. If I don't need you, just go and stay somewhere to cool down, you know..."
'Does that mean it comes when you call it and goes away when you wave it away? "
"That's what it means. It's good that you know, otherwise you little bastard..."
Zhao Changshu and others all looked at each other in confusion. What the hell is this? Why is there such a quarrel? It's not about public or private matters. When have you ever seen a commander argue with someone like this like an old vegetable seller?
But it seems that the dispute is a dispute, and if you don't want to fall out, let them go. Everyone looked at each other again and drank tea in tacit understanding, but stopped talking. Everyone pricked up their ears to listen to this rare surprise.
Several staff members secretly admired and felt sorry for Director Zhou.
As expected of a big backstage like the Provincial Party Headquarters, he dared to slap the table with the commander and glare at him. He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He is too young. We have followed the commander for so many years, and we have seen a lot. Those so-called heroes who dared to challenge the commander in person back then, their bodies lying under the loess have long since turned into withered bones, including you, Director Zhou.
Zhao Changshu didn't have any worries at all. He was familiar with the commander's character, but he knew that if you can be called "little bastard" by the commander one by one, he has already regarded you as his nephew. How much? Over the years, there have been countless heroes and capable men in the Marshal's army, but there are not many who can be called "little bastard" by the Marshal at all times.
Zhao Changshu just secretly admired him. He was indeed a junior disciple that he admired and valued. After just a few meetings, he fell into the commander's eye and he was already treated as his nephew.
The few people heard the argument next door gradually subsided, and after a while, they heard the commander's voice coming from inside, "Changshu, Sophora japonica, you guys come in."
Zhao Changshu and others obeyed the order and pushed open the door. They saw Zhou Wenzheng putting a piece of paper into his pocket with a smile, and the marshal happily wiped one of his personal seals with a cloth.
They looked like two foxes, the big one and the big one, who had succeeded in their conspiracy. The smiles made those who came in behind couldn't help but look at each other, all looking confused.
When two people argue, someone will always suffer and someone will take advantage, right? It looks like someone is taking advantage, so who is losing out?
The Marshal pointed at Zhou Wen and said: "Since we are a family, let me introduce you to Director Zhou Wen. From today on, he will be the senior counselor of the Taiyuan Appeasement Office. From now on, you guys will get closer to each other."
Then, after introducing Zhou Wen to several staff members present, he led them into a car and drove away.
Seeing the handsome car just driving out of the gate, Zhou Wen said to Zhao Changshu with a grimace: "Senior, hurry up and get some food. Look what time it is? I only ate two steamed buns today. It’s here now, and now I’m so hungry that my belly is pressed to my back.”
Zhao Changshu slapped his forehead and said: "Oh! I forgot about it when the commander came. Let's go quickly. The cafeteria has already prepared a table of food and wine, and I'm hungry too. We just happened to have a few drinks to celebrate. It looks like you're here with the commander. There are a lot of advantages here, tell me quickly..."
As he said this, he pulled Zhou Wen away. Zhou Wen quickly called Tian Boguang, who was still swallowing saliva next to the car, to follow him, and strode towards the canteen. On the way, he and Zhao Changshu recounted the conversation with the Marshal... …
The focus of the dispute between Zhou Wen and Marshal is actually the issue of profit distribution of steel plants and pharmaceutical companies and the funding of the establishment of intelligence agencies.
Since the steel factory and the pharmaceutical factory are already controlled by three major companies, it would be too difficult for the commander to still hold shares. After all, Zhou Wen does not have the final say on this matter alone, and it would be too troublesome and risky to have to argue with the Liu family. Lost his status as commander. Zhou Wen proposed that 10% of the total annual sales of the two factories should be handed over to the Office as management fees.
In fact, 10% of sales is not low, and the business tax that is due is still paid. The sales plan of the two factories in the first year is about 10 million yuan, and it will continue to expand in the future. In this case, the annual profit that the Office can get is not a small number. It starts at least one million oceans, and there is no need to consider the issue of profit and loss.
The Marshal is a business veteran and knows that this is the most appropriate way at the moment. After all, with his status, he is not willing to lose his status and quarrel with the three families for this little money, not to mention that this effect may not be achieved. So he agreed to Zhou Wen's suggestion.
Zhou Wen invested 800,000 yuan in the initial investment in the establishment of the intelligence agency, and subsequent expenses were borne by the Office.
This so-called 800,000 yuan actually counts as Zhou Wen's previous profit from the Taiyuan Arsenal. The so-called brothers settled the accounts clearly, and since then they have settled things with the commander, and neither owes anything to the other.
And now that Zhou Wen is rich and powerful, a mere 800,000 oceans is no longer an unbearable figure for him, but he can use 800,000 oceans to erase his dark history of being greedy for cheap, and at the same time, he can get the ending of getting along well with the commander. , it can be regarded as a bad thing turning into a good thing.
The result of this negotiation may be more rewarding for Zhou Wen. Two worries were solved at once. One is that the commander-in-chief personally admitted that the two units carefully built by Zhou Wen, the Guard and the Security Team, were placed under the jurisdiction of the Security Department. In fact, It has been acknowledged that these troops have been included in Zhou Wen's sphere of influence. Of course, military expenses are completely borne by the provincial party headquarters (actually Zhou Wen).
