Spring Thunder Chapter 0266 Partner
After being a lazy guy for most of the day, he was pulled back by Liu Zhen, who had tasted the sweetness of sex, that night.
After a sleepless night of deep thought, Nan Yi came to a conclusion: Liu Zhen watched a videotape that he shouldn't have watched when he was in the Kingdom of Qin.
"Our hometown is in the field of hope. Smoke from cooking rises from the newly built houses, and a small river flows beside the beautiful village. There is a field of winter wheat, a field of sorghum, ten miles of lotus ponds, and ten miles of fruit fragrance."
As soon as I entered the campus of Kyoto University, I heard the music coming from the radio.
This song was released last year, but it has only recently become popular, thanks to its appearance at important evening parties.
For some reason, as soon as he entered the campus, Nan Yi smelled a sour smell.
This sour taste is generally called love by others.
Looking along the way, students' clothes have become more fashionable, and there is no trace of the 1970s on them anymore. Everything is being turned upside down. Now, there are very few over-age students staying in school. Ninety-nine percent of them are fresh high school students who have been admitted. The university has returned to what it should be like.
They can be said to be the new generation of the 1980s.
The campus is great and a place full of hope, but the occasional long-haired poet passing by makes him frown. There are more and more poets.
He walked along the familiar route and found a corner before entering Ren Xia's office. He took off one of the snakeskin bags on his back and then carried the other one into the office.
I took a look and saw that Ren Xia was not there. There was a man sitting in her seat, but he didn't look like a teacher.
Nan Yi walked into the office and said to Zhang Runchao, who was sitting next to Ren Xia, "Teacher Zhang, has Teacher Ren changed offices?"
"Nan Yi, you're here to see Teacher Ren again. She hasn't changed. This is Teacher Ren's boyfriend." Zhang Runchao pointed at the man sitting in Ren Xia's seat and said.
"Oh." Nan Yi responded, and then said to Teacher Ren's boyfriend: "Hello, Master, I am Nan Yi, Teacher Ren's student."
"Hello, my name is Zheng Ming. Ren Xia is still in class and will be dismissed in a while."
"Is that so? I'll wait then."
As Nan Yi spoke, he put the snakeskin bag he had been carrying on the ground and took out packed bags from it one by one. He placed a bag on each desk, regardless of whether anyone was there or not.
"Nan Yi, what good stuff is this time?" When it was Zhang Runchao's turn, he immediately opened the package and asked as he opened it.
"It's not something valuable, just some foreign dried fruits and local products from Changbai Mountain. Teacher Zhang, the honey inside is good." Nan Yi pointed to a jar of honey that Zhang Runchao had already taken out and said.
"Why is this honey white?"
"Lime honey is this color, sweet and nutritious."
"I'm sure what you brought will be good, Nan Yi. You're still thinking about our teachers. You make two trips a year without missing a single one." Zhang Runchao said with emotion as he flipped through the mountain products in his bag, most of which he had never seen before.
"Of course I am. I am just running errands. Teacher Ren asked me to do that."
Zhang Runchao smiled and said nothing.
The first time Nan Yi came to give him chestnuts, he really thought it was Ren Xia who asked him to bring them. But when he came again later, he came to his senses and realized that it was obviously Nan Yi who was trying to help Ren Xia gain popularity.
He felt a little sour and lamented why he had never met such a good student.
"Teacher Zhang, I'm going to go out for a while and come back later. Master, I'm leaving for a while."
After saying hello to Zhang Runchao and Zheng Ming, Nan Yi left the office, went to the corner, put on another snakeskin bag, and went into the teacher's office on a higher floor.
Nan Yi returned to Ren Xia's office only after the snakeskin bag was empty. Ren Xia had already returned from get out of class and was sitting in her seat. Zheng Ming was peeling pecans for her.
"Nan Yi, you're back. These pecans are delicious, but there are too few of them. They're not enough for me to eat for a day."
"Teacher Ren, if you like it, I'll send it to you. You can eat it as a meal."
"Okay, send me a carriage and I'll lie on it and eat slowly." Ren Xia said jokingly.
"Okay, as long as you can finish your meal." Nan Yi responded with a smile, and then said, "The teachers still have classes, so I won't disturb them for now. I'll come back another day to listen to your teachings."
"Teacher Ren, I won't disturb you and your master's husband from talking about love. I'll come another day."
"What master-in-law? We haven't even started yet, don't talk nonsense." Ren Xia glanced at Zheng Ming beside her and said, "You're leaving so soon? Sit back, I'll treat you to dinner later."
"No, no, some other time."
Nan Yi declined and walked out of the office. When he walked away, Zhou Maode, who was hiding in the corner in the opposite direction, appeared and looked at Nan Yi with resentment.
There is no wall that is impenetrable. After staying in school for such a long time, one is bound to hear some rumors. Zhou Maode was kept in school for unknown reasons, so he would naturally go and inquire about it.
Although there is no clear evidence that Nan Yi is the one behind this, as long as we can find out that someone is behind his staying in school, the rest is just a matter of elimination.
Needless to say, the names of Nan Yi and Lai Biao are definitely on the remaining list.
For Nan Yi, he didn’t care whether Zhou Maode guessed it or not. Even if he couldn’t guess it, he would let someone tell Zhou Maode at an appropriate time.
Firstly, he had missed the opportunity to slap Zhou Maode to death, and secondly, Nan Ruoyin's importance in his heart was no longer what it used to be, so he couldn't slap her even if he wanted to.
Now Zhou Maode is like a whetstone to Nan Yi, a whetstone that is ready to sharpen Nan Ruoyin's claws the moment she is born.
What Nan Yi said about doing it another day really meant it. The next day, he invited the teachers out for a meal.
There aren't many topics that teachers and students can talk about. They either think about the class of the past or talk about the current students. It's impossible to talk about things like promotions and salaries with a student, especially when they are with colleagues.
What Nan Yi wanted to hear was about the topic of "current students". It was not the right time to launch scholarships and financial aid for poor students in a big way. Now he could only pay attention to it quietly and invest in advance if there was a suitable one.
After all, my children are still young, and I have to wait for more than ten years before they can add to the family.
On the Double 12 day, Zigong Fund was established. The two persons in charge were Nan Yi and Liu Zhen, and the only two employees were also Nan Yi and Liu Zhen. This was a fund that was not registered and did not have any formalities. It was just what Nan Yi and Liu Zhen called it verbally.
The fund is not formal, but the money is quite formal. Nan Yi injected 10 million Hong Kong dollars into Zigong Fund in the first phase.
On the same day, the first scholarship was issued.
The recipient of the scholarship is a student of the Spanish Department of Peking University who is on leave due to tuberculosis. Nan Yi doesn't think that he can be of any use to himself in the future, but seeing that this kid has a shifty look, he will definitely be dishonest and secretly run some cram school in the future.
It can be considered as making a good relationship in advance, and maybe he will be given some venture capital in the future.
During the rest of 1982, Nan Yi and Xian Weimin, who had rushed to Beijing, were busy with the establishment and reorganization of the company.
A new Weimin Recycling Group was registered in Lijiaopo, and the NanGuang Paper SPP registered long ago was transferred to this group. At the same time, the Jigong Recycling Company established by Xian Weimin at the beginning of the year was also included in it.
The two parties also signed a shareholding agreement, with Xian Weimin holding 45%, Nan Yi holding 0.5%, Fang Group holding the remaining 12.5%, and other multiple shareholders [Nan's Investment] holding a total of 42%.
It is still the same. Nanshi Investment's shares are still held in secret, and the shares are dispersed among countless cross-holding offshore companies. These companies are interconnected. Even if the company list is placed in front of you, it is not easy to sort out their relationships.
"Nan Yi, how are you going to explain the origin of your 0.5% shares in the future?" Xian Weimin asked after signing the share agreement.
"Let's say you were bitten on the butt by a snake once, and I happened to see you there. I was eager to help others and didn't mind being rude at all, so I just used my mouth to suck out the snake venom for you.
You were so grateful to me for saving me that you wanted to marry me right away. However, I was so righteous that I was not tempted by your masculine looks at all and I rejected you righteously.
You have no choice but to give up.
Later, you went out to make a living and collected rags. Who knew that you were so lucky that you were possessed by Jigong. Your rag business grew bigger and bigger. After you became successful, you remembered me, your savior, and you went through a lot of trouble to find me and handed the shares to me.
By the way, you can polish this part yourself. When you find me, I was waging a just struggle in Africa. In order to protect 80 million African compatriots in distress, I bravely launched a suicide charge against 10.8 billion rebels with only one gun.
What about AK hitting fighter planes, catching missiles with bare hands, tearing tanks apart with bare hands, and scaring the rebels to death with just a loud shout? Use more good words, what about the sacred spirit of international fraternity, sacrifice generously, and fearless death...
Let me tell you how I rejected the shares you gave me. You insisted that I accept them, but I refused. In the end, you knelt down and said that if I didn't accept them, I would never get up again. I reluctantly accepted them, and you also promised repeatedly that you would only hold them on behalf of me and return them to your nephew in the future.
There is no way, I, Nan Gao Daquan Yi, am such a noble person. "
"Hey, Nan Yi, we haven't seen each other for just half a year. When did you have surgery on your skin? Your technique is really good, you can make it so thick." As he said this, Xian Weimin still wanted to pull Nan Yi's face.
"Get out of the way, you think you can touch this face?" Nan Yi laughed and slapped Xian Weimin's hand away, then his face turned serious, "No more jokes, tell me about the situation of Jigong Recycling Company."
When it came to business, Xian Weimin quickly straightened his face, organized his words, and began to speak, "With the assistance of Ikeda Karikyo, Jigong Recycling Company has established a firm foothold in Tokyo, acquired two scrap yards, and also acquired a car scrap yard.
Moving and bulky garbage disposal services have already been launched, and business is good. The moving fees alone allow the company to break even, and the other garbage that has resale value is pure profit.
In addition, a dismantling plant in Manila is also under construction.
The company's main members are now trainees from Ikeda Trainee Dispatch Company. A little devil leads a few of our trainees to form a group. The entire Tokyo area is almost full of such groups. We expect to expand to Yokohama and Osaka in the second half of next year."
“How is the salary paid?”
"They receive 300,000 yen a month, of which the Ikeda Trainee Dispatching Company takes 150,000 yen, deducts a bit from the employee pension, and then deducts their accommodation, fuel, water and electricity bills. They can now receive a little over 130,000 yen a month, which is about 1,000 yuan based on the exchange rate.
I heard someone in Tokyo say that if the yen is going up, then the trainees’ salaries will also go up. When they pay off the debt to Ikeda, they will earn around 3,000 a month. If they save for a few years, they can live a good life when they return to their home country.”
Xian Weimin was talking about the official exchange rate calculation method. In fact, those trainees in Tokyo have earned their money through hard work, and they must be thinking about maximizing their own interests. They will not think about exchanging currency through formal channels. Even if they have to give half of it to Nan Yi first, it will be more than 5,000 yuan a month.
After 12 months, all their earnings will be theirs. Even if they don't work at Jigong Recycling, or do hard labor at a construction site, dirty work in the sewers, or if they're unlucky enough to carry corpses, they can still earn over ten thousand yuan a month.
After enduring there for five to ten years, they can return to China in the future. With Nan Yi's kind suggestion to buy a house, they will be able to achieve social class improvement.
For thousands of years, farmers have never worried about not having enough labor to sell. What they have always worried about is that their labor is of low value, so low that it is worthless and smells terrible.
A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and bad luck only strikes the unfortunate.
This old saying is absolutely true. Life is already hard enough, and now they are targeted by that bastard Nan Yi, who tricks them into going abroad to work as piglets and do hard labor. How miserable their life can be.
"That's good. The Japanese have an easy life and throw everything away. There should be a lot of things that can be sold in the landfill. Don't miss out on anything there. At the end of the year, you can still make some money."
Xian Weimin said: "I thought of this. I have visited several landfills in Tokyo and picked up trash myself. They were a bit dirty and smelly, but I spent half a day picking up trash and I picked up 7,000 yen. After taking into account the wages to the employees, the company still has a lot of profit to make."
"Um."
Xian Weimin and Men Saner are both growing up. They have become very comfortable in the formalized corporate management. The past follower-style cooperation mode is about to be gone forever. What follows next is a dialogue between shareholders.
Laughter and playfulness will eventually become memories, while calculus and intrigue will become the main theme.
