"The police station said they would help us investigate."
"Keep in touch with the police station and tell me as soon as there is any news." Nan Yi said calmly.
"Okay, Director Nan."
"Director Qiao, please inform Du Shishi and ask her to announce that a staff meeting will be held at 10 o'clock. Let the employees consider for themselves whether they agree with the asset accounting results of the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory posted yesterday. A vote will be required during the meeting."
"Okay, I'll go now." Qiao Weiping responded and walked towards the radio station.
"Leng Yan, has the confirmation been printed?"
“Printed.”
Leng Yan took out two pages of paper from her briefcase and handed them to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took it and looked at it. Not finding any problems, he put it aside. Then he tapped his fingers on the table, checking his mind for possible difficulties and coping methods that might arise at the staff meeting later.
When you are thinking, time passes very quickly. It seems like in just a moment, it is already nine fifty-five.
No matter what others did, Nan Yi took Leng Yan to stand at the gate of the factory office.
Most of the workers were already there, but Nan Yi could see that there were definitely less than 300 people, which meant that there were still dozens of people who had not arrived.
Nan Yi continued to wait patiently.
It's ten o'clock and no one has arrived yet.
It’s 10:05 and they’re still not all here.
At 10:13, the slowest one finally arrived.
Nan Yi didn't waste any words. When he saw everyone gathered, he started talking. "Before the meeting, I will announce a few rules. First, for future meetings, the time I say is the time. You can't be late for even a second.
The broadcast started at 8:15, and you were given 105 minutes to prepare, but still, the response was sparse.
From now on, those who are late for meetings will not be allowed to attend the meetings. If the meeting discusses rewards, those who are late will be deemed not to be involved in the rewards. If the meeting discusses punishments, those who are late will be deemed to be punished according to the most severe punishment.
Let me make it clear to you that I don't like to talk nonsense in meetings. If I say something, I will do it. If anyone is punished in the future, there is no need to beg for mercy.
I will give you enough time margin for production tasks, and I will never leave any room for flexibility in rewards and punishments. One is one, and two is two. "
Nan Yi paused after he finished speaking, and then glanced at the whole audience before continuing, "Second, during the meeting, if I haven't finished my speech yet, I don't want to hear any noise or whispers, and you are not allowed to interrupt me;
After I finish speaking, I will leave room for everyone to question and refute.
I will only say these two points once and will not say them a second time. Remember them, remember them well, and do not forget them. When someone reminds you in the future, it means that the punishment has already been imposed on you.
Okay, let’s start the formal meeting.”
Nan Yi said as he took a piece of paper in his hand and held it high.
"This is the manifesto I wrote. It's quite long, so I won't read it. I'll post it on the bulletin board later, so you can read it yourself. I'll just express the meaning of it in plain language. It's very simple. In one sentence: As long as I stay in this position for one day, you don't have to worry about not getting paid.
Let's change the salary payment date. From now on, the last day of every month will be the day we pay salaries. It doesn't matter if the last day is the 28th or the 31st. In short, salaries will be paid on the last day of every month.
If the last day is Sunday, I will pay it one day in advance. Otherwise, there will be no accidents. If there is an accident, I will deal with it before the payday, and I will never delay it until the payday.
Of course, don't think about slacking off here. You won't have a good life here. Whoever dares to slack off will be warned once, expelled twice. Don't tell me that you have a stable job. I won't expel you.
Yes, you guys are being naughty, I may not dare to fire you, but I have plenty of ways to deal with you. Soon, we will have our own tertiary industry, one of which is to accompany you in the hospital;
We have to help paralyzed patients with their defecation and urination, wash their pants with feces on them, and if they have thick phlegm stuck in their mouths, we have to suck it out with our mouths. The dirtier the patient, the less willing their children are to take care of them, so the more we have to take on this kind of care work.
Since we are just living our lives, why not serve the people while doing it?
Oh, by the way, the salary for this position is not high, barely enough for one person to have enough food to eat, forget about supporting a family. This is a position that focuses on honor, not material rewards.
The positions are very limited, and everyone is welcome to compete for them. "
Nan Yi took the teacup from Leng Yan, took a few sips of tea, moistened his throat, and then continued: "Everyone should have seen the notice that the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory changed its name to Shengchen Pharmaceutical. Why did they change the name?
This is because of you, you, you, and all of you who have ruined the name of Jiuyao Factory. You have almost made yourselves starving.
Don’t say that you have no responsibility. Don’t say that the factory is in this state because it is the factory leaders’ responsibility. Don’t you have any responsibility?
Why is there a small canteen?
Why didn't you strip it early in the morning?
It is because of your cowardice and incompetence that the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory has fallen to its current state."
Bang! Nan Yi threw the teacup lid back onto the teacup.
"The small canteen has been demolished. There will be no more small canteens in the future. There will be no distinction between high and low in the canteen. No one has privileges. Whoever wants to eat good food can eat good food. Even if you want to eat eight dishes and one soup, you can do that.
In the future, fixed-amount food and meal coupons will no longer be issued. The previous meal allowance will be distributed to everyone in the form of cash. If you want to eat, you can go to the Finance Department to buy meal coupons;
If you want to eat good food, just pay more for it. If you are willing to live a hard life, no one will say anything against you if you eat mutton hotpot every day.
Today, we are going to start shareholding reform. The district has agreed to sell 35% of the shares to units and individuals. Whoever pays to buy our shares can become our shareholder, and we will be responsible for them. As long as Shengchen Pharmaceutical makes money, we will give them dividends.
Why do we need to carry out shareholding reform? Because we have no money.
Just a few days ago, everyone received their overdue wages, but do you know where the money came from? "
Nan Yi paused for a moment before continuing, "That money is mine, I brought it with me. I, Nan Yi, came to the Jiuyao Factory to be the factory director. I didn't ask for an administrative rank or salary. I don't get any salary as the factory director here.
Everyone may murmur when hearing this, are you, Nan Yi, a Bodhisattva? Why do you come here to work for everyone for free?
What's the point?
It's very simple. I came here for the shares. I believe I can run our factory well, and I believe the shares of our factory will be worth a lot of money in the future.
Therefore, our factory’s asset accounting sheet was posted on the bulletin board yesterday, and an asset valuation of 4 million was obtained. Everyone should have an idea whether there is something fishy about this valuation, so I will not say more here.
Earlier on the broadcast, I asked Du Shishi to inform everyone to consider whether they agree with this assessment. Wait, I said at the beginning, those who agree will stand on the right, and those who disagree will stand on the left, and we will be divided into two teams.
There is no need to worry about anything. Just choose what you think. Whether you agree or not, it will not cause any bad consequences to you personally.
Okay, now... start standing in line."
After Nan Yi finished speaking, the people in the team did not move. Everyone was hesitating, and some were looking at each other and whispering.
"Secretary Du, what do you think Director Nan meant?" Sun Huizhen turned to Du Shoufu and said.
"Director Nan said earlier that he came here for the shares. If everyone agrees to the valuation of 4 million, he will buy the shares according to this valuation. He has already taken 500,000, so he only needs to give another 900,000."
After Du Shoufu finished speaking, he turned his head to the other side.
When Sun Huizhen saw Du Shoufu's expression, she knew he didn't want to say more, so she stopped talking.
Nan Yi was not in a hurry at all. He held the teacup and waited leisurely for everyone to make a decision. From time to time, he blew into the teacup and took a sip.
"Boss Nanda, let's make a bet." Leng Yan approached Nan Yi and said softly.
"What's the bet?"
"Guess how many people disagree. We each guess a number, and whoever is closest to the correct number wins."
"Brain collapse?"
"Okay, five times." Leng Yan agreed readily.
"100."
"I said 60."
"Wait and see the results."
Nan Yi didn't have to wait too long before the crowd started moving.
First, a few people stood on the right, then dozens, then hundreds.
Among these people, some really agreed with the 4 million valuation, some followed the crowd, and some were forced by reality. They had thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and knew that if they did not agree, Jiuyao Factory would have to stay where it was and their jobs would be in jeopardy.
After a few minutes, the middle seat was empty, and everyone was standing on the right or left.
Coincidentally, the right side was 302, the left side was 80, and Nan Yi and Leng Yan tied.
"302 agree, 80 disagree. After a while, those who agree can leave first, and those who disagree can stay here to discuss and come up with a number that you all agree on. No matter what the number is, after the discussion you must write a confirmation letter and have everyone sign it to confirm that the number is accepted by all of you."
Nan Yi finished speaking and waved his hand, "Okay, those who need to disband can disband."
Walking to the side with Leng Yan, Nan Yi said to her, "Do you know how to deal with them?"
"Simple. Once they come up with a new valuation, let them sell their shares according to the valuation they approve of and give them a high commission." Leng Yan said, then paused and said, "What if the shares are really bought by someone else?"
"If they want to buy it, just buy it. Just consider it as us working here for free for a few days. When the shareholders come, we will make room for them."
Nan Yi was not determined to acquire the Jiuyao Factory. If everything went well, he would push things forward and save the factory. In the future, the factory would be expanded and relocated, and the land would be vacated. Tota Construction would take over and build the Wong Tai Sin or Huanglong Cave community.
If anyone jumps out to disrupt the situation, whoever wants to take over this mess can do so.
For the Jiuyao Factory, Nan Yi wanted to create social benefits rather than economic benefits. To be more precise, he wanted to establish his image by saving the Jiuyao Factory, for example, he wanted to be a "tragic hero" even if he didn't want to, and making money was just a by-product.
"Are you so easy to talk to?" Leng Yan asked suspiciously.
"Oh, Wuwei is three years old. Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, the child has grown into a teenager." Nan Yi said with emotion, and waved his hand and said, "You stay at the factory and watch over me. I'm going home to accompany my son. If there is nothing serious, I won't come for the next few days. Urge Gao Changning's grandson to make a plan faster."
In the following days, Nan Yi kept hanging around Nan Wuwei, taking him to parks, alleys, ghost markets, night markets, and black markets.
While Nan Yi was enjoying family time with his son, other people in the Nan family were not idle.
At that time, the Georgian shoemaker implemented the Five-Year Plan in the Soviet revisionism, taking advantage of the economic crisis in the West and absorbing Western talents, funds, industrial technology and management experience on a larger scale than the "New Economic Policy". It also greatly promoted the development of the Soviet revisionism and made it the largest industrial country in Europe.
However, the Georgian shoemaker did not have Comrade Lenin's win-win mentality, but wanted to eat alone.
Lenin knew that Western capitalists were profit-driven, so he allowed Western capitalists to come to the Soviet Union to invest and set up factories, of course to make a profit. There would be no gain without profit, not to mention cross-border investment. So he allowed Westerners to take away the profits made by running enterprises in the Soviet Union, that is, money could be taken out of the Soviet Union.
But the Georgian shoemaker did not think so. He touched his moustache and felt that the Soviet revisionists had already become an industrial power, the bride had already entered the bridal chamber, and the matchmaker could be thrown over the wall.
He simply ignored the capitalists' demands for profits, and instead, with a wave of his hand, directly nationalized the enterprises within the Soviet revisionist territory, whether they were internal enterprises of the Soviet revisionist regime or enterprises owned by foreign capitalists.
Of course, the little shoemaker was reasonable. He was buying the shoes with money, and although the price was only a few tens to hundreds of percent lower than the market price, people paid in hard rubles. Moreover, in order to prevent Western capitalists who did not understand the foreign exchange market from making trouble, he paid in rubles that were not allowed to be exchanged for foreign currency.
Wow, so considerate.
Although only a few countries recognized the ruble at the time, it was indeed valuable, more valuable than the US dollar.
But the ungrateful Western capitalists refused to agree and jumped up and down. Seeing that they were too noisy, the little shoemaker generously made another concession and allowed the Western capitalists to exchange the rubles in their hands for some artworks from the Tsarist period to take back.
This is also one of the reasons why there are many Tsarist Russian artworks circulating on the market in Europe and the United States.
The little shoemaker was very generous, but the capitalists were ungrateful. They slandered the Soviet revisionists everywhere, saying that if they invested in the Soviet revisionists, they would be shut out and treated like fat sheep to be slaughtered.
In this way, the Soviet revisionists' credibility was gradually worn away by these slanders.
Two years ago, the Soviet revisionist oil economy was no longer viable, and the domestic economic situation was deteriorating. The heirs of the small shoemaker began to think of those ignorant capitalists of the past.
In January this year, the Soviet revisionists passed a resolution on establishing joint ventures and began to introduce foreign capital.
The big guys lined up on Red Square, patting their chests and assuring, "Little guys, come and open a factory with us. Don't worry, we won't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. We won't..."
There are a lot of guarantees, and they are very attractive.
But the capitalists have cheated so many people themselves that whenever others are too enthusiastic towards them, they will immediately become wary. They will worry that others will use "interest" as bait to lure their "principal."
So over the past six months, very few people have gone to the Soviet revisionist regime to invest. Of the few who have gone there, they are either empty shells or desperate gamblers who are betting that their iron feet can run faster than the speed of the fence being built.
Just when the Kremlin was worrying about not attracting any big investors but instead welcoming a few beggars, a big surprise occurred - the Vasily Group from Vancouver submitted an inspection application to the Soviet revisionists with an investment intention of 500 tons of gold.
This is great news. Hurry up and send the invitation letter over. No, have someone deliver it personally.
Of course, as the invitations were being sent out, the KGB was also ordered to investigate the Vasily Group. There was already a group of people active in East Germany who were responsible for collecting economic intelligence on West Germany. Ultimately, the task of investigating the Vasily Group fell on an agent code-named 008.
This agent had a quirk in his speech, which was that he liked to add "Ula" after the words he spoke. Decades later, many people still liked to call him "The Great Emperor."
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In the country of Shen, Scarlett has recently been in frequent contact with the important families behind the Donkey Party. Although the Vasily Consortium entered the Soviet revisionist regime only to open banks and supermarkets, which did not involve advanced technology at all, some things must be established under the table.
After all, you don’t need help to enter the Soviet revisionist camp, but when you want to withdraw in the future, you will need someone to cover you.
In the courtyard of the old villa, Nan Yi was entertaining Chen Feng's sister Chen Dan.
Nan Yi held the teapot in his hand and made tea for Chen Dan, saying, "Sister Dan, you are dressed so formally, you are not here to see me in a private capacity, right?"
"More than 70 years ago, Mr. Sun Yat-sen wrote a book called "The Strategy of Founding a Nation", which clearly mentioned that three major ports should be built along the coast of China: the southern major port was to be located in Yangcheng; the northern major port was to be located in Bincheng; and the eastern major port was to be located in Pudong.
Mr. Sun believed that if China wanted to become prosperous and strong, it had to build three major ports to serve the outside world.
I would rather have a bed in Puxi than an apartment in Pudong. This is a joke among Shanghai people.
Since the 1950s, when Mayor Chen was in office, there has been a plan to build a bridge across the Huangpu River to connect Puxi and Pudong, but the plan has been delayed again and again for two reasons.
First, building a bridge is difficult.
The bridge needs to have 10,000-ton ships pass under it, so the bridge deck must be high, with a clearance height of about 45 meters. The approach bridges on both sides are about 7 kilometers long, and thousands of households will have to be relocated, as well as more than 220 factories and enterprises.
Second, the budget is too high.
Building a bridge requires a budget of more than 800 million yuan, but Shanghai only has 600 million yuan in infrastructure funds available each year. Even if the city uses all the funds to build a bridge, it will not be enough.
In 1980, after the establishment of the three special economic zones, the city already had the idea of ​​developing Pudong. In order to raise funds, it even invited people from the World Bank to conduct an investigation.
However, people from the World Bank were not optimistic about the development of Pudong. Instead, they suggested that Shanghai should develop in the direction of Zhejiang Province. Since the two sides disagreed, naturally the cooperation was not achieved.
Now, the city has set up a Pudong development research group, and it has made it clear that the development of Pudong and the construction of a bridge connecting the Puxi urban area with Pudong over the Huangpu River are imperative.
I came to you to invite your grandmother to invest."
After Chen Dan finished speaking, he looked at Nan Yi with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Nan Yi picked up the teacup slowly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Sister Dan, we have known each other for a long time. You don't have to be so formal with me in the future. My grandmother should not be busy these days. You can send her an invitation letter."
Hearing Nan Yi's words, Chen Dan's face showed a relaxed look, "Nan Yi, how much do you think your grandma would be willing to invest?"
"Sister Dan, it's too early for you to ask this. My grandmother hasn't read your plan yet, let alone made an assessment. How can she decide on the investment amount?
However, my grandmother is a Shanghainese after all, so regardless of how much she will invest, she will definitely be willing to pay an extra sum to sponsor Shanghai. I guess the amount should not be less than 2 billion yen."
Judging from the time node, the bridge that Chen Dan was talking about should be the Beipu Bridge. Nan Yi remembered that the Beipu Bridge became a landmark of Shanghai as soon as it was completed. Not only was there a toll for traffic, but pedestrians also had to buy tickets to go up.
The investment in this bridge should be able to be recovered to some extent. Just now, he has decided to make a loss of 200 million yuan on the Beipu Bridge project.
"Nan Yi, I thank you on behalf of the city."
"You're welcome, Sister Dan. I'm very optimistic about the development of Pudong. In the future, when Pudong starts to attract investment, Sister Dan, you just need to open your mouth. I will help you invite as many investors as possible, whether they are from the West or Hong Kong. I can promise to help you raise at least 20 billion in investment."
Nan Yi emphasized the word "you" three times in a row. He believed that Chen Dan understood what he wanted to express.
"Are you sure?" Chen Dan said with a trembling voice.
"I never say empty words."
Chen Dan nodded heavily and quickly said goodbye and left.
Investing in Pudong was originally Nan Yi's plan. Now that it can get involved from the preparation stage, this is exactly what Nan Yi wants. It can also give Chen Dan a push, which is mutually beneficial and icing on the cake.
After collecting his thoughts, Nan Yi walked out of the yard and came to a narrow space between his yard and someone else's yard. Nan Wuwei and the children from the nearby neighbors were rolling round iron sheets here.
I saw a brick standing on the ground, and another brick leaning on it to form a slope. The children were holding a round iron sheet high in their hands, aiming it at the slope and letting go, and the round iron sheet rolled forward.
Whoever rolls the farthest can stand at the place where the round iron piece rolls to, and use the round iron piece to hit other people's round iron pieces. If you hit it, you can put the other person's round iron piece into your pocket. The way to play is very similar to rolling glass beads.
The "round iron sheets" in the children's hands are actually iron materials punched out from the large gears of bicycles. They are about three millimeters thick and three or four centimeters in diameter.
Children who can play the game of rolling round iron sheets are either children of bicycle factories or have a bicycle factory near their home and can easily get the round iron sheets.
The kids here have neither of these two conditions, but they have a big, stupid friend.
Nan Yi remembered that he had played this game when he was a child in his previous life. In order to let his good buddy Nan Wuwei feel this joy, he ran to the now-disbanded Beijing Bicycle Factory, bought hundreds of pounds of round iron sheets, and distributed them to Nan Wuwei and his friends.
As a result, this game became popular here.
Nan Yi leaned against the wall, watching the children playing happily there. He felt itchy and wanted to join in, but he did not take action.
At the beginning, the children liked having Nan Yi, the older kid, join them. But after playing once, Nan Yi didn't pay attention and almost took away all the round iron pieces from the children. So he was listed as an unwelcome person and the children refused to play with him anymore.
After watching for a while, Nan Yi was about to leave when Yan Du came to his side.
"Mr. Nan, a man named Lai Huri just called and said he was coming this way."
"Lai Hu Ri? Why is this kid here?"
Nan Yi muttered something and replied to Yan Du, "I know."
Lai Huri came very quickly. In less than five minutes, a taxi stopped in front of the old house.
"Nan Da Lao."
"Why are you coming to the capital instead of staying in Shencun?"
Lai Huri said depressedly: "Healing."
"What did your Ma Zijiang say about dumping you?"
Back then, Lai Huri asked Nan Yi to help get his girlfriend abroad. The first time, Nan Yi made an excuse to delay for a year, thinking that the two of them might break up in a year. But he didn't expect that after a year, when Lai Huri and he were in their sophomore year, Lai Huri brought up the old matter again. Nan Yi couldn't refuse anymore, so he helped.
Now that that happened has been a few years ago, and Lai Huri suddenly said "healing", Nan Yi instinctively thought in this direction. It is true that the saying "long-distance relationships between two countries are over" is not often wrong.
"Jiang Xue Ning, married a foreigner."
"Just get married, you haven't been idle these years anyway." Nan Yi put his arm around Lai Huri's shoulders and pushed him to the yard, "Tell me, what are you doing here? You are not a pure person, so you don't have to pretend to be a love saint."
"Haha, after so many years, I almost forgot what she looked like." Lai Huri said with an unpleasant laugh.
Nan Yi didn't say anything, but just patted Lai Huri's shoulder, put his arm around him and sat down on the bench in the yard.
Lai Huri sat on the bench for a while and said, "Boss Nan, I met a man from Fengtian some time ago. He told me that the school beeps, military hooks, and leather tops are all selling well in Fengtian, and the prices are very good. As long as we get the goods, we can sell them."
A schoolboy who is not good at playing with a soldier is either a gangster or a thief. This is a jingle that has become popular in the north in recent years.
The editor initially mentioned officers from 1955 to 1964, but not everyone can get this kind of clothes. Even if they are children of a large military compound, only the best of them can get them.
In the early years, in the early 1970s, if you could wear a military uniform, it would be very cool.
Perhaps it was because they were dazzled by the military uniforms worn by others in the 1970s and were extremely jealous. By the 1980s, those people they were jealous of were already working and able to make money, so they wanted to get themselves an officer's uniform to make up for their regret.
But it is not so easy to get the colonel's woolen uniform, so as to settle for the next best thing, everyone set their sights on several other types of winter uniforms, and changed the name of the colonel's woolen uniform to "colt uniform".
There is no need to explain, it is clear at a glance that "bi" refers to the material of the clothes, "bikini".
This kind of clothes is very expensive. 260 yuan is the lowest threshold and it is also the price with the most buyers. If the price is lower than this, the clothes are likely to have problems. As for the upper limit, it is hard to say. A real officer's uniform may not be available for even three or four thousand yuan nowadays.
Military Hook, originally, refers to the military boots produced by the 3515 factory. The upper of the shoe is very high and shaped like a hook, hence the name. This kind of shoes is also very expensive. The military service agency sells it for more than 200 to nearly 300 yuan, but you can buy imitations outside for more than 100 yuan.
Most people don’t care too much whether it is a replica or not. When buying army hooks, they only pay attention to one thing: whether the toe is hard enough, the harder the better.
A set of school uniforms with military hooks costs at least 600 yuan, which is half a year to a year's salary for most people. If you put it in a few decades, using a year's salary to buy a set of clothes is something that 99.999% of people cannot imagine. However, in this era, such "prodigal sons" can be found everywhere.
But an annual salary of 600 yuan does not mean that a person can spend 600 yuan. With smoking, drinking, dining out, watching movies, watching videos, picking up girls, and paying for household expenses, most unmarried young people may not be able to save 600 yuan in ten years.
Therefore, at the beginning, there were only three types of people who could wear school uniforms and military boots - gangsters, thieves, and profiteers.
Later, Pu Qing, who wanted to keep up with the trend, was unable to bear the urge and had to go back to quarrel with his parents/wife. He rolled around and made a mess, turning the house upside down. Only then did his mother/wife swallow her tears and reluctantly take out the family's fixed-term savings certificates.
It is not uncommon for couples to divorce because of buying a school beeper, and it is even more common for a woman to take her children back to her parents' home.
Let me put it this way, at this time, with the money from two or three sets of school tickets and the military loan, you can build a decent two-story house in many small places. Those who are not profiteers relying on a fixed salary and insist on being so ostentatious are all prodigals.
But there is one city that is an exception, and that is Fengtian mentioned by Lai Huuri.
Fengtian, as the eldest son of the Republic, has a very developed industry. Every household either has two working people or all the family members are working. There are family buildings to live in, factories to see doctors, factory canteens to eat, and work clothes to wear. The expenses are small and the wages are high. It is common for a family to have several thousand yuan in savings.
Fengtian can be said to be the city with the highest happiness index in the country in this era, without a doubt, even though this city has set a precedent for corporate bankruptcies and even though laid-off workers have appeared.
"So, you want to do it?" Nan Yi asked.
Lai Huri nodded: "Yes."
"The deep cave can't hold you?"
"I want to stay away from my dad." Lai Huri said, "Boss Nan, do you have any acquaintances over there?"
"No, I've never been to Fengtian, and I don't know anyone there. If you really want to do this business, go there and explore the way yourself before the weather gets cold."
Lai Biao shook his head and said, "I don't dare to go alone."
"Not bad, you still know how to be afraid." Nan Yi teased, "School beeping and military hooking are both good businesses. There must be someone occupying the plate over there. If you rush over rashly, you may not end up well."
"I know. I came to Beijing to find a partner who has connections there."
"Any idea?"
"without."
Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "Then you can take your time to look for it. You can have dinner here tonight and I will help you arrange a place to stay."
What's the point of coming to Beijing to find a partner? Lai Huri obviously came for Nan Yi.
"No, Boss Nan, Beijing is your territory. You have to help me with my business."
"My place is bullshit." Nan Yi spat and said, "Don't try to hit on me. I don't want to get involved in this business. Either you find your partner, or see if there is any good business in Beijing, or go back to Shencun after a few days of fun."
"Boss Nan, I just arrived today and you're going to chase me away?"
"Who chased you away? You can play as long as you want. Sit down and drink your tea slowly. I'm going to go see my son."