Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0600: Stepping on Policy Points
"Look here, what do you see?"
On June 22, the Dragon Boat Festival, Leng Yan had just returned from a business trip to the ancient city.
Following Leng Yan's pointing, Nan Yi looked at her small feet in stockings and sandals, nodded, and praised: "The feet are very beautiful."
"Boss, is it appropriate for you to treat me like this?"
"43% times 55% times 1% equals 0.23%. Your dividend may not seem like much, but it's just the beginning. What you will get in the future will definitely be worth more than your legs. After September, I'll give you a month's vacation. You can go anywhere you want. I'll pay for everything except clothes and cosmetics."
"That's more like it." Leng Yan said proudly.
"Talk about work."
"Well, Butterfly watches, Shuangou washing machines, Huashan cameras, and Yellow River color TVs have all been negotiated. I also saw a very popular snack in the mountain city, which is a kind of rice crust. I heard that it was inspired by the Sichuan squid rice crust."
"Sun Guoba, I know."
"How did you know... I forgot that there is a Wenchang Food Factory in Wenchangwei. It's not surprising that you knew that."
Leng Yan came to her senses.
"Did you get it?"
"If we get it, Sun Guoba will be stationed in Qinghe International. The director of Bingfeng took the initiative to find me and wanted to bring Bingfeng soda in."
"Forget about the soda. Unless we open a branch in Beijing, all the profits will be wasted on the road. But even if we drive over, we probably won't be able to compete with the Arctic Ocean. Besides, soda takes up too much space, so it's not cost-effective for us."
Nan Yi lay back with the front legs of the chair raised.
He shook it and said, "I plan to produce popsicles and packaged soda in Yaqing's tertiary industry. You can drink it or freeze it into ice cubes and eat it."
“With such a strong seasonality, the other three seasons are idle?”
"How is that possible? I'm also planning to launch frozen food products, starting with dumplings. The brand will be called Nanyi Good Daddy. I've even thought of a slogan. Just listen." Nanyi moistened his throat and said in a voice full of magnetism and fatherly love: "We treat every consumer as our own child. Nanyi Good Daddy tastes like dad."
"If you are not afraid of being dismembered, then use this brand." Leng Yan glanced at Nan Yi and said.
"Okay, the joke is over. Dad's taste is a joke, but mom's taste is real. I'm going to use 'Mom's Good' as the brand for frozen food."
"Hello, Mom? Either Mom or Good Mom. Your Good Mom sounds awkward."
"In 1958, Bu Wancang filmed a movie called The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, which had a theme song called "Only Mom is Good in the World". I want to borrow it and expand on it. Only Mom is Good for Dumplings, Only Mom is Good for Wontons, Only Mom is Good for Chili Sauce. No matter what product is added to it, won't it be catchy to read it?"
Leng Yan tried to read it. "It's quite interesting. Are you planning to find a film studio to make a movie about maternal love next?"
"Don't worry, register the trademark first. All the words related to mother should be registered, no matter if it's a good mother, a bad mother, a stinky mother, an ugly mother, a bad mother, or a weird mother, to prevent any grandson from claiming damages in the future. You can take some time to help me list similar words when you go back."
"Okay, you don't need me to do the registration, right?"
"No need. I plan to register under the name of a legitimate family and let Yang Kaiyan do it."
"Then I'll go back first."
"Go ahead."
As soon as Leng Yan left, Nan Yi racked his brains to recall the plot of "Mom, Love Me Again".
But apart from the song "Only Mom is Good in the World" and some blurry fragments like the bridge and the bare body, he couldn't remember any of the plot.
It seems that it is impossible to make a similar copy of this movie.
Nan Yi picked up a pen and drew a big circle from June 24 to June 29 on the calendar, and wrote the words "Looking for a screenwriter" next to the circle.
As the number of things he needs to remember in his mind increases, Nan Yi now has to use other tools to keep records. If he doesn't record the trivial things, he will probably forget them.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, Nan Yi and Ma Mo met and asked him which writer was good at writing sad dramas.
Ma Modu gave Nan Yi several names of the Scar School. After Nan Yi rejected them, he told him about a man named Lao Guan who was good at writing and was currently studying at the Army Art Academy.
It was a rainy day. Nan Yi was chewing a transparent carrot as he passed by a field of red sorghum planted in the experimental field of the Huazhong Agricultural University. He passed by a man with a strong smell of garlic sprouts in his mouth. On the ridge of the field, a duck was grazing with its family. Behind the duck, a woman with plump breasts and a big butt was chasing them.
The quacking of the ducks and the vibration of the woman's running disturbed the frogs that were cooling off in a patch of green grass.
The frog croaked and jumped away, just in time to avoid a child's hand that was pouncing on it. Between life and death, the frog's fatigue was instantly swept away.
On the roadside, an old man was lighting sandalwood in a very particular manner, leisurely immersed in his own wine world.
Nan Yi glanced over and found that the object on which the sandalwood was placed was quite strange. After careful identification, he realized that it was a torture device used in the Qing Dynasty. Sandalwood was placed on the torture device. Isn't this the sandalwood torture?
"My grandson, you fired forty-one shots at me along the Chu River. Now I reward you with a double-horse general. Come on." Under the shade of a tree, another old man was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, staring at the chessboard and shouting proudly.
"Men remain young men until they die. They are all late bloomers." Nan Yi looked at everything around him, shook his head, and walked along a small patch of mangroves.
"Hello, I'm Nan Yi."
In the small mangrove forest, Nan Yi made contact with a man with thick hair.
"Hello, I'm the old steward that Ma Modu mentioned. You can call me Mo Yan."
"Did Lao Ma tell you what I wanted to talk to you about?"
"I told you that you need a proposition essay."
"Yes, I need a propositional article about maternal love. The time background is around 1949. Before 1949, the story revolves around a mother and son. In order for her son to survive, the mother can be as miserable as possible. Her life is like the weather, rainy and cloudy."
Nan Yi pointed to the sky and continued, "After 49 years , the weather began to clear up, and the mother and son finally saw the light of day. I have some ideas. If they inspire you, use them. If they don't, just ignore them."
Mo Yan was smoking a cigarette while listening to Nan Yi's story. Suddenly, he needed a response, so he hurriedly took out the cigarette from his mouth and said, "Please go on."
"My mother was a beautiful girl. One day, she was washing clothes on the riverside pier. She was seen by the youngest son of a village landlord who was a puppet soldier. He coveted my mother's beauty. Not only did he rape my mother, he also let his lackeys do the same...
In the end, the abused mother was thrown into the river by her lackeys. Fortunately, she was rescued by a kind-hearted person, but after that, she became crazy.
After that, the mother became pregnant, but during those days she was raped several times. The people who raped her could be chosen from typical negative stereotyped characters in the historical context of the time.
Because the mother was crazy, she naturally didn't know how to give birth, but because she had been wandering outside for a long time, she had seen how wild dogs gave birth to puppies. So, during the birthing process, she imitated the mother wild dog's methods and completed everything in the wild dog's den, including the umbilical cord, which she also learned from the mother wild dog and bit off with her teeth.
Because of this, people who see or hear a mother giving birth in a doghouse call the baby a "dog birth."
The mother is crazy and has lost the skills to survive as a human. She lives like a wild dog, but deep in her heart she has not lost her maternal nature. She still knows that she has to fill her son's stomach and that her son needs clothes.
Mo Yan, do you know about the Taiping incident? "
“I’ve heard of it.”
"In January 1949, Gousheng abandoned his crazy mother and boarded the Taiping. His mother, unable to find Gousheng, searched all the way until she finally found the dock and saw Gousheng standing on the side of the ship.
The mother shed dirty hot tears, and her brain, which had been muddy for many years, suddenly became clear. She cried out miserably: "Dog Sheng, don't go, Dog Sheng, don't go, Mom is here, Mom is here."
Hearing his mother's cry, Gousheng burst into tears and hummed "Only Mom is Good in the World, Only Mom is Good in the World, Children with Moms are Like Treasures..."
Nan Yi hummed softly until he finished singing the whole song. He then said, "That's all I have in mind for the story. If you think it can be used, use it. All I need are two points: suffering and maternal love. If it can arouse the child's love for his mother, that would be the best."
"Huh..." Mo Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Although you only gave an outline, I already understood what your story wanted to express. My mother embodied all the sufferings of that era, and Gou Sheng was a wanderer who never returned home. You are alluding to..."
Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "The innuendo is just incidental and secondary. The main point is the mother's love. Even though the mother is a lunatic, her frail body is still filled with love for her children.
Think carefully about whether you can write it. If you can, I can give you one year and a fee of 20,000 yuan. The copyright of the finished work, both film and television, belongs to me, and everything else belongs to you.
When we start filming in the future, I hope you can be the screenwriter and be responsible for the adaptation. Of course, we will pay for your hard work separately."
Mo Yan smoked two cigarettes and was silent for a long time before saying, "I need to think about it. The story you want is too heavy. I may not have the courage to finish it."
"No rush, take your time to think about it. Can you give me an answer in a week?"
"Okay." Mo Yan nodded.
"Want a place to drink?"
"Next time, I have to rush back to school today."
"Okay."
After saying goodbye to Mo Yan, it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon.
These days, Wang Lu holds parties every day, either inviting people out to restaurants or setting up a hot pot in our yard, with plenty of mutton and good wine, and he also upgrades the quality of his own cigarettes.
He makes dozens or even hundreds of them a day, but the little money he earns won't last long.
Nan Yi thought that he had not yet collected the bribe for introducing Wang Lu, so he had to go over and have a meal quickly, otherwise he would not get any benefits before someone else came to complain about his poverty.
When we arrived at our yard, it was indeed already occupied, and it looked like the stalls had been set up for a while, and everyone was already shirtless.
"Nan Batian, I called you several times, and you finally came."
Wang Li's tongue had become enlarged due to drinking so much that beads of sweat would occasionally overflow from his sparse forehead. The T-shirt draped over his shoulders was in trouble, as Nan Yi could see the strong smell of sweat on it.
"I can't compare with an idle person like you."
As Nan Yi was talking, he saw a buddy moving a stool to make room for him. He squeezed himself to the table and nodded to the buddy who was moving the stool. "Dude, you look unfamiliar."
"Parrot Head, he's also from the military compound, but we didn't hang out together often in the past."
"Oh." Nan Yi responded, and then teased the parrot head beside him: "Why do you call yourself that, bro? Do you talk too much or do you like eating spinach?"
"Parrot Head is a good name, it means he has a sharp tongue. Zhang Hanmao went to the Imperial TV station to dub films when he was in high school. He just joined the Chinese Opera last year. He is on his way to becoming a big star in the future." Wang Li explained.
"Zhang Hanmao?"
Nan Yi really wanted to swear. When he took a quick look just now, he thought this person was the playboy in the music industry.
You know what, at first glance they do look quite similar.
"Still call me Parrot Head, that's what everyone calls me."
"Okay, from now on I'll call you Parrot Head, and you can call me Nan Yi or Nan Batian."
As he spoke, Nan Yi picked up a bottle of beer from the beer box next to him. When he touched it, it was actually a little warm.
"I say, why don't you have ice for your beer?"
"The small shop at the entrance of the alley doesn't have a refrigerator at all. The beer is just piled up in the yard. It's okay now. When I just brought it back, it was still damn hot. I say, Nan Batian, you should add a refrigerator in the yard."
"What are you telling me? Just go and get one back tomorrow."
The beer was warm, so Nan Yi simply didn't drink it. He poured some vinegar into a small bowl and started eating the mutton.
Wang Li curled his lips and said, "My methods are not as wild as yours. I don't have any place to get refrigerator tickets."
“Snowflake’s medical freezers don’t require tickets.”
"Who are you using that thing to insult?" Wang Que spat and said, "Seriously, can you help me get some refrigerator tickets? I have some acquaintances who want refrigerators."
"You can't even get a few refrigerator tickets?" Nan Yi asked puzzledly.
Even if the children of the courtyard are doing badly, they will still be more wild than ordinary people. With the help of others, a few refrigerator tickets are not a problem at all.
"I asked several people online, and they were all nervous. If they wanted to do it, they would have to rely on the favor."
"Is it urgent?"
"Is there anything?" Wang Li asked.
"If you don't have to rush, just wait for a month. A refrigerator will be shipped over from Yaqing soon. You can just bring someone to pick it up. It's 10% off."
"What card?"
"There are several brands, ranging from high, medium and low end. You can choose for yourself when the time comes. Refrigerators are in great demand now, and the factory price is not cheap. 10% off is the biggest discount I can give. If it is any lower, I will lose money, and I will have trouble explaining to the company."
Refrigerators are indeed in great demand nowadays. Leng Yan went out to negotiate for a place. It wasn't too tiring to negotiate with other electrical appliances, except for refrigerators. Every time she went out to negotiate with them, it was hard to negotiate with them.
The supply over there is insufficient to meet the demand, and they are selling every unit they produce. How can you negotiate the payment terms here? Who would care about you?
Although Leng Yan didn't complain, Nan Yi knew in his heart that she had gone to so many places and talked so many times to get the approval of several refrigerator brands.
Tomorrow, Nan Yi will go to the Beijing Refrigerator Factory to discuss moving in.
The Beijing Refrigerator Factory produces the famous Snow Flake brand. The year before last, it introduced new production equipment and technology from Philips and updated a production line with an annual output of 50,000 medium-sized single-door household refrigerators.
Snow Flower refrigerators have stable performance, moderate prices, and low repair rates, and occupy 2/5 of the national market. This is a tough nut to crack. Nan Yi is not completely sure that he can chew it, and he has already prepared himself for a setback tomorrow.
"It's good to be able to buy it by paying more. It's 10% off. I've already relieved myself on the city wall. I'm so proud of myself."
"That's good. I was afraid you would be dissatisfied."
"How is that possible? Am I such an unreliable person? Don't just eat, pour some wine." Seeing that there was no wine glass next to Nan Yi, Wang Lu said hurriedly.
"Forget it, it's too hot, I don't want to drink white wine."
"Um, can I have one?" Zhang Hanmao next to Nan Yi said timidly.
"Okay, I'll bring some 10% discount tickets over in a couple of days. Each of you can take a few, and then you can just take the tickets and go pick up the goods."
Zhang Hanmao raised his glass and said, "Juqi, I toast to you."
"Okay, I have to drink it even if I don't want to. Pour it for me, you rascal." Nan Yi found an empty cup on the table, handed it to Wang Lu and said.
After drinking a glass of wine, a stream of heat will immediately rush to the top of your head. There is a fire pit below and a stove above. If you stay under the sun, it would be strange if you don't get prickly heat on your body.
After drinking one cup, you have to drink the second cup. After Nan Yi finished two and a half cups, Ye Qi also came over and sat directly next to Nan Yi.
"Just got back?"
"I arrived yesterday and could have come back earlier, but a friend insisted that I go to the mountain city to play for a few days, so I went with him. I also saw some rare things in the mountain city." Ye Qi said mysteriously.
Nan Yi grabbed the dipping bowl from the table, raised it high, and pretended to smash it.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you straight away."
Ye Qi understood Nan Yi’s actions immediately.
"My friend took me out for dinner, and I happened to meet a very legendary person. He is very famous in the mountain city and does very eccentric business."
There was no need for Ye Qi to continue, Nan Yi had already heard who he was talking about, Mou Nan De. Apart from him, who else in Shancheng was qualified to be worthy of the word "evil".
"This man is called Mou Nan De. Last year, he wanted to build the Little Three Gorges Scenic Area on the Daning River, but nothing happened. He also wanted to build a clothing industry company and a bamboo weaving factory. They were all just talk and no action. They made a lot of noise, and the news was published in the newspapers, but there was no real action."
Taking the cigarette handed to him by Wang Qi, Ye Qi lit it and continued, "Also, I heard that he set up a shipyard, a fleet, a school for children of students, and a commercial housing construction company. Damn, with so many companies, how much money did he make?"
"It can cost a little money. If you are willing, you can start a lunar tourism development company tomorrow. Spend some money to invite a few celebrities and scientists to hold a symposium to study the feasibility. Then, publish a few news in the newspapers, and the company will be established.
In the future, you can start a super future energy company, invest in the field of urine-to-oil research, or invite a group of experts to hold a symposium, or publish some news in the newspaper. "
"Why do you think he did this?"
"What's the point? To make money. He does this and that. It seems that he hasn't achieved anything, but he has made a name for himself. With fame, he can find a way to get a loan from the bank with some tricks. With the money, he can invest in a real business. Just wait and see. I think this guy should be able to succeed."
"Nan Batian, do you think he is a good player?" Ye Wei asked.
"You didn't give me much information, but if you really want to set up those enterprises you mentioned, do you know how much it would cost? Not to mention other things, just a fleet and a shipyard, no one in the country has the capital to do this, but why would he do this?"
Nan Yi raised a question and then continued, "In early April this year, the top authorities agreed to and forwarded the National Bureau of Statistics' Report on Establishing Statistics for the Tertiary Industry, which listed the real estate industry as the first industrial sector in the second category of the tertiary industry.
In mid-April, a national real estate work report meeting was held in Shancheng. One of the topics of this meeting was to demonstrate the feasibility of the commercialization of urban housing.
The meeting was held this year, but the news came out in the middle of last year. Can you tell me when Mou Nan De started the commercial housing construction company? "
“I think it was last November.”
"I guess the Mounan De you are talking about probably doesn't have many big money in his pocket. He has been stepping on policy points, starting a company, and putting himself in the newspaper. If I were in his position, the next step would probably be to go to the bank to get a loan.
The projects he works on are all policy-supported, so it is relatively easy to get loans.
You see him opening companies one after another and being mentioned in newspapers again and again, which only shows that he has not been successful in getting loans. When he really gets a loan one day, I guess we will see some truth.
Once we have a firm foothold, the next step is to leverage capital, use loans to leverage loans, and slowly expand the business.”
"So, he will become a big shot someday?"
"The chance is great." Nan Yi nodded, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it.
In the 1980s and 1990s, everything was possible.
After drinking half a glass of wine, Nan Yi did not refill it. He stood up and called Ye Qi to another corner of the yard.
"You are also a shareholder of Yaqing. It is not right to just wait for dividends. Go to the company next Monday and talk to Director Lin. No matter what, you have to get a position in the company."
"What can I do?"
"Start from the bottom. It's your own business. You won't suffer any loss if you put in more effort."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'm willing to be a security guard." Ye Wei nodded and said.
"Haha, even though you were a soldier before, you were only a soldier for a few years. You may not have as much training as a militiaman like me. You really can't do security."
Ye Qi stiffened his neck and said unconvincedly: "Aren't you looking down on me?"
"Okay, I was originally planning to use an excuse to get rid of you, but since you're not convinced, I'll tell you the truth. First, you're too ugly to meet the company's security department's employment standards; second, you're too short to be seen in the queue."
"Fuck, who are you stepping on?"
