When they found the county industrial and commercial bureau and asked for a long time, they finally saw Ye Pianpian in the enterprise department.
Ye Qianqian was filling out the last application form, and her progress was going well.
Maybe it was her youth or her beauty, but several staff members were very welcoming. "Okay, just give us the industrial and commercial registration of Dong's Natural Rubber Factory and the trademark application materials of Dong's Natural Rubber. Maybe we will have to go to see it on the spot and conduct capital verification. If there are no major problems, we will get it soon. It can be approved. As for these two applications, you still need to pay an application fee of 20 yuan and a capital verification fee of 100 yuan."
"Okay, okay." Ye Xianxian took out his wallet, took out one hundred and twenty yuan and handed it over.
After doing all this and getting the pick-up list, Ye Qianqian felt relieved and walked out with the two of them.
"Brother Bing, how are you? Is it not going well?"
"Yes, yes!" The old village chief took over the words and recounted in detail what he had just experienced at the bank.
Ye Pianqian thought for a while and said: "Banks have always disliked the poor and loved the rich. Even with this mortgage and guarantee, there is still a long way to go, such as due diligence, evaluation..."
"Wait, why are there new terms? What is due diligence and what is evaluation?" Wang Ke couldn't help shouting again. He really didn't understand. It's not that the money you borrowed from the bank was in vain. You have to pay interest. Why are there no discounts and care for farmers? It's a pity that there was no No. 1 document at that time, and there were no policies for rural areas and farmers.
"Brother Bing, don't worry. Even if you take out the collateral and the guarantee company, their bank will still have to find relevant units to investigate, inspect, and evaluate whether these properties are worth the money, whether they are worth the guarantee and mortgage. The risk is more troublesome.”
"Forget it, it's only 100,000 yuan. It's too shabby. Let's go back and borrow it from the villagers so we won't be blamed for this foreign crime." The old village chief was also a little angry.
"Old village chief, don't be anxious. It's not impossible to borrow money from the villagers. You can use the bank's interest rate for the same period to be slightly higher and mobilize the villagers to raise funds. You can also use the method of setting up a factory according to godfather Dong's folk prescription to let the whole village Villagers buy shares." As he spoke, Ye shook the note in his hand and continued: "Of course, you should still ask for a loan, and there is really a way to guarantee this."
"Any ideas?"
"First of all, we must clarify the subject of the loan. If the village committee comes forward to lend, they will definitely not approve it. All three village-run enterprises must apply for industrial and commercial registration, engrave the official seal, open a bank account, and have independent finances. Doing business with foreign countries in the future must be all need."
"Let's do this now. Teacher Xiaoye, you and Monitor Xiao Wang are educated. Please help us Nanshao Village do it. We can do all three. What else do you need next?"
"The mortgage guarantee thing is easy to handle. Just ask my godfather's factory to guarantee it for you!"
"What? Ask the old Dong to vouch for the village, no, no, if word gets out, he will be laughed at. How can anyone vouch for the public?" Although the old village chief was already very open-minded, when Ye heard that However, he seemed to be insulted when he said this, and almost jumped up.
"Old village chief, what's the point? Why don't you raise funds? Let's agree first that this matter should not be publicized. Otherwise, it will be a political issue and it will be illegal to raise funds."
"Forget it, I'd better find a few people from well-off families to see if I can borrow some." The old village chief was desperate. He didn't expect how difficult it was to do something.
"Then let's wait for you to declare the names of the three factories first, right? Old village chief, have you brought your official seal?"
"Take it, take it."
"Okay, let's go ahead and let you be the legal representative first." Ye turned around and walked into the enterprise department again to apply for verification for three enterprises in Nanshao Village. They are called: Nanshao Village Sand Quarry, Xishan Cement Products Factory, and Nanshao Village Quarry.
"These three names are so good! They are so foreign and exciting to hear." The old village chief was finally in a better mood. After finishing these things and leaving the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Ye took the two of them to Dingxian County again. Department store.
Called a department store, it was just a two-story building, not much bigger than the service club of Wang Ke and his group.
The old village chief also bought a few packs of cigarettes and bottles of wine for himself, and some cloth for his wife.
Wang Ke didn't buy anything. It wasn't because he had no money, but because he felt there was no need to waste money. He mailed several letters he wrote last night at the post office next door. Then he strolled into the mall. At this time, Ye spent more than 100 yuan to buy three large and four small wool felts, mats, and some daily necessities for himself.
"Why did you buy so many wool felts and mats?" Wang Ke was puzzled.
Ye Xianpian ignored him. Wang Ke quickly moved the woolen felts and mats into the car in three trips, and helped Ye Xianpian and the old village chief load other things they bought into the car. This girl goes crazy and no one can control her.
The three of them walked back home, speechless along the way.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Let’s first talk about Godfather Dong’s factory and clinic. In both places, the caulking of exterior walls, interior decoration, courtyard flooring and road paving have already begun. Trees must be planted. Sister Cuilan bought some half-sized trees from somewhere. As soon as the trees were planted in the two yards, they immediately became alive.
Now everything is ready, the only thing left is Dongfeng, that is, godfather Dong Pianfang purchases the machinery and equipment as soon as possible.
Let’s talk about the reservoir in the west of the village. The old village chief has now begun to organize overtime work. It has basically been fully completed and is waiting for the final acceptance. The village has already wanted to use this on-site meeting to get the first shot.
Finally, let’s talk about Professor Wen’s ancient river channel cleaning investigation. The deep pit went down a few more meters and was now about ten meters deep. Still nothing was found. However, the sand in the Qingshui River was getting better and better, and the stockyard over there had piled up like a mountain. Professor Wen was a little out of control. He became more and more impatient and often scolded his students for no reason. Sometimes I say to myself, "We are not here to dig sand, why are there no shadows?"
Professor Wen's mood also seriously affected Wang Ke, and what he said also irritated Wang Ke. Didn't Gu Maolin swear that there must be something down there? Where is it? The sunken ship under the tree last time was not that deep. For this reason, he took Gu Maolin to look at it secretly several times. Gu Maolin insisted, just below.
So Wang Ke could only truthfully tell Professor Wen that it might be down there.
Wang Ke couldn't sleep at the construction site for a long time that day. The factory had already left Nanshao Village, and there was a small biting thing that often attacked him at night. You are careless. You must know that there are no mosquitoes and flies in the village. If I had known this, I would have moved the factory a hundred meters to the village. Wang Ke had no choice but to light a plate of mosquito repellent incense. Amidst the rising smoke, Wang Ke lay quietly in the communication room, looking at the ceiling. Before he knew it, he fell asleep and had a very strange and fragmented dream.
He dreamed that he first came to a ship. There were a lot of porcelain on the ship, as well as various large and small jars.
Then he picked up a jar and poured out many colored stones that were the same as those in Gu Maolin's calico pocket. Then, for some reason, these stones squirmed and turned into small snakes...
Wang Ke woke up with a start. He opened his eyes suddenly. It was dark outside, but the lights in the house were still on. Wang Ke sat up, wondering how he could have such a dream. Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night?
At this time, suddenly there seemed to be a flash of light, and there was an unclear phantom, which was a boat. No, to be precise, there are three boats, intersecting and stacked in the ten-meter deep pit. The bottom boat has been crushed, and each boat has countless broken porcelain and pottery. The bottom one has a piece of it inside. A mess, both bronze and iron...
I haven't felt like this for a long time. Wang Ke shook his head and the phantom disappeared.
Isn't this just a dream again?
Whether it was a dream or not, I had to go find Professor Wen at dawn and tell him that the instrument was now ready for use. If it could really be detected, now would be the best time.
No matter what the weather is like, give yourself a clear sky first.
Wang Ke suddenly remembered something again. The ancient well in his godfather Dong Pianfang's house was about ten meters deep. In other words, even if the village was at the same level as the river, it should still be ten meters underground. If the water was ignored Depth, that is to say, the sunken ship is at least fifteen meters underground, and it only starts at fifteen meters.
Now that we have only dug ten meters, we can no longer hold our breath, right! This reason makes sense.
Wang Ke thought of this and suddenly figured it out. Several dogs barked in the distance, as well as the crowing of a rooster. Wang Ke looked at the small alarm clock next to him. It was already past four o'clock, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all. He simply opened the door and came to the yard, turned on a few lights, and began to tidy up the yard.
Stack up the extra bricks, pile up the extra sand, and place the messy building materials in place.
Finally, Wang Ke climbed up the indoor stairs to the roof of the third floor. Looking towards the north, the village was still sleeping soundly in the morning light, and the Nanshao Village at dawn was as beautiful as it was. Turning to look at the east, a wisp of red clouds appeared, making the elementary school look like a silhouette painting.
Wang Ke walked downstairs and turned off all the lights. He opened the door of the small factory, walked along the path in front of the door, clenched his fists, raised them to his waist, and started running. Back and forth, I ran five or six times on this east-west road of several hundred meters.
Returning to the small factory, he started to wash up and tidy up. He tucked his shirt into military trousers, put on his military cap, locked the factory door, and then went to the primary school to find Professor Wen.
Two things: First, tell Professor Wen that by referring to the ancient well that is about ten meters deep in the house of godfather Dong Pianfang, he can calculate the height difference between the village and the ancient river and the depth of the river. The sunken ship should be fifteen meters below the ground. The ancient river The clearing is far from the six to seventy-eight meters originally imagined. It is likely to extend down to twenty meters or more from the current horizon.
If based on this depth, the Qingshui river sand in the future may be covered layer by layer, with a content far exceeding tens of millions of square meters. Moreover, the village east reservoir is even more interesting. It is a deep-water reservoir that has not been dry for a hundred years. !
The second is to suggest Professor Wen to use instruments to accurately locate the ship, so as to deduce the exact location of the sunken ship and be targeted.
The more Wang Ke thought about it, the happier he became. He couldn't help but hum the hometown tune "What a Jasmine Flower".
