Zhu Zhiyuan sent Lin Zhong home first. His home was not far from the county committee. Zhu Zhiyuan would go back to Xiaozhao again, which would be a smooth journey.
When I got to my residence, I took a shower first. It was almost May and the weather was already getting hot, but Zhu Zhiyuan wasn’t too afraid of the cold, so he put on some big pants, turned on his phone, and went to QQ.
I had a few chats with Liu Mei, Gu Yao and the others. They had a lying talk meeting every day.
I also chatted a few words with Zhao Fang and He Shiya, including Laticia.
Gong Fenghuang's profile picture flashed and he sent a message, a long series of thumbs up.
Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile when he saw it.
"Just accept it." Zhu Zhiyuan replied.
"I'm convinced." Gong Fenghuang responded with an expression of admiration.
"Then kneel down and show your attitude."
"As commanded."
After two words, he also sent a picture.
A woman, wearing sexy black stockings, was kneeling on the bed, her fat buttocks raised high.
There was no face, but Zhu Zhiyuan was so familiar with Gong Fenghuang's body that he knew at a glance that it was Gong Fenghuang himself.
Zhu Zhiyuan got angry and said, "You want me to beat your butt to pieces, right?"
"Yes." Gong Fenghuang replied with one word and added a tongue-licking expression.
This woman has no bottom line at all in front of Zhu Zhiyuan, especially in private.
Unfortunately, it was too far away. Zhu Zhiyuan had nowhere to vent his anger and said angrily: "Wait."
Gong Fenghuang smiled back at him.
After flirting for a while, Gong Fenghuang got down to business: "The two factories have an output value of 2 million each month. The combined output value is 50 million a year. Hushan will be able to take off the label of a poor county."
"It's far from enough." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "It's really poor here."
"What are you going to do with the Hongyang Factory?" Gong Fenghuang asked.
Lin Zhong informed Zhou Yun, Zhou Yun reported to Fang Zicheng, and Fang Zicheng directly told Gong Fenghuang that Gong Fenghuang knew everything Zhu Zhiyuan had done in the past half day.
"Let's see tomorrow." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Secretary Zhou of the county party committee arrested all the top executives of Hongyang Factory, including the factory director."
"You have shown great power in the Switch Factory Casting Factory. Secretary Zhou has seen the future and will naturally clear the obstacles for you. You can show off your skills tomorrow."
"We have to take a look." Zhu Zhiyuan really has no idea about Hongyang Factory for the time being.
"Yeah." Gong Fenghuang said: "Don't be too embarrassed. Hongyang Factory really can't help him, so forget it."
"You still have to help." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "No matter what, the Hongyang Factory has a foundation. Compared with starting a new factory, it still has a certain foundation."
“But it’s also a heavy burden.”
Gong Fenghuang dealt with all kinds of negative assets in Jintou. She even knew the internal situation of state-owned enterprises better than Zhu Zhiyuan.
"That's also a problem."
Zhu Zhiyuan frowned: "But as long as we find a way, this burden is nothing."
Gong Fenghuang said: "I believe in you, Xiaozhi, you are the strongest."
Her trust made Zhu Zhiyuan both happy and a little annoyed.
Happily, such a proud and strong woman as Gong Fenghuang fell down in front of him.
This greatly satisfied his manly pride.
What men enjoy most about women is the feeling of conquest. The more beautiful, outstanding and powerful a woman is, the more proud she will be when she is in a cowardly state.
Annoyingly, the woman was too far away to be caught.
After Zhu Zhiyuan was reborn, his yang energy was very strong and his fire energy was very strong. Later, he had no choice but to take a cold shower. When he came back, he lay down on the bed and recited the Earth Mother Mantra.
The Earth Mother's Mantra still worked, and soon my mind fell into ignorance, and the anger naturally disappeared.
Woke up in the morning, half past six.
Zhu Zhiyuan got up and went upstairs.
Several buildings in Hushan Xiaozhao are all Western-style, with flat roofs on top.
Such a cement roof does not dissipate heat on hot days and is far less cool than a house with a tile roof.
But it’s good to get up early and use it to exercise.
Zhu Zhiyuan had been exercising for about an hour. When he pressed his legs in front of the guardrail to relax, he saw a man sitting on the cement steps of the landscape tree in front of the small building, smoking there.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses. He glances at the small building from time to time, and then checks his watch.
Zhu Zhiyuan could see that this man was obviously waiting for him.
It was a small trick that ordinary people couldn't get in, but this person could get in without calling the door. Zhu Zhiyuan had a guess in his mind.
Zhu Zhiyuan went downstairs and took a shower first before taking the car keys and going out.
As soon as he went out, the man immediately stood up, took two steps, and said, "Hello, Assistant Zhu, I am Wan Qianshan, the deputy director of Hongyang Factory."
"Sure enough, it's him." Zhu Zhiyuan guessed at first and reached out to shake Wan Qianshan's hand: "Hello, Director Wan, why are you here."
"Secretary Zhou told me to report to Assistant Zhu early in the morning." Wan Qianshan stood up straight and gave a military salute: "Wan Qianshan, deputy director of Hongyang Factory, reported to Assistant Zhu. Please advise."
His move made Zhu Zhiyuan stunned for a moment. Soldiers and state-owned enterprises have their own culture. Zhu Zhiyuan had never been exposed to it in his previous life.
But he enjoyed Wan Qianshan's attitude.
"He and Mo Wen should be the same kind of people. No wonder Mo Wen spoke for him." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded secretly and said: "Director Wan, you're welcome. Don't be too polite. You haven't had breakfast yet. Let's go get something to eat first. We talked about the Hongyang Factory while eating."
"Okay." Without any nonsense, Wan Qianshan followed Zhu Zhiyuan to the restaurant.
Xiaozhao has its own canteen, which is designed to serve the people inside. You can order food for free, just sign in.
Although Hushan is poor, some benefits are still available.
After ordering breakfast, he sat down and Wan Qianshan raised his glass: "Assistant Zhu, I would like to drink tea instead of wine. On behalf of all the workers' families in Hongyang Factory, I would like to propose a toast to you."
"What's the reason?" Zhu Zhiyuan smiled: "Because I asked Secretary Zhou to arrest Sun Daqing?"
Wan Qianshan met his eyes without evading, and nodded: "Yes."
This was a magnanimous man. Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, picked up the teacup and touched it with him.
Putting down the cup, Zhu Zhiyuan said: "While we were eating, we said, Director Wan, Sun Daqing will not come back again. You are the director of the factory. What are you going to do?"
"I..." Wan Qianshan hesitated and looked at him: "Ask Assistant Zhu for guidance."
"What if there is no me?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked: "Now that you are the director of the factory, Sun Daqing and his gang have been wiped out in the factory. Do you have the confidence to run the factory up?"
He looked at thousands of mountains with clear eyes.
This time, Wan Qianshan didn't dare to look at him.
He lowered his head for a while, raised his eyes, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "I have no confidence."
"Why?" Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Workers used to say that if the factory failed, it was because the top and middle management were corrupt. Now that Sun Daqing and his group have been wiped out, you, who are not corrupt, can't Isn’t it better to join the enthusiastic workers?”
"Maybe." Wan Qianshan smiled bitterly.
"What's the reason?"
Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"First, the burden is heavy." Wan Qianshan said: "Assistant Zhu, you should also know that there are less than 400 front-line workers in Hongyang Factory, more than 100 second-line workers, and nearly 2,000 retired workers."
He had a heavy look on his face: "The historical burden of Hongyang Factory is really too heavy."
"Just pay those two thousand retired workers a salary, and then pay for medical expenses if they die. It's just that little money."
He said it easily, but Wan Qianshan had a wry smile on his face.
"In addition to retired workers, there are also debts, right?" Zhu Zhiyuan said: "How much debt do you owe now?"
"With interest, it's about 33 to 4 million."
Speaking of this number, the backs of thousands of mountains bent down, as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on his back.
"It's quite a lot." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded.
Wan Qianshan looked at him, and his face seemed to be filled with bitterness.
