Wealth

Fan Wuyi drove home with Feng Nan who was on the way. He turned around and went back to the company to pick up his sister Fan Ting, and then asked Ouyang Xiaowei, "Where will I take you?"

"Don't bother you, I'll get off at the intersection ahead." Ouyang Xiaowei said softly.

Fan Wubing glanced at the rear mirror and saw Ouyang Xiaowei twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands. Her fingers were slightly white. He couldn't help asking, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Fan Ting turned to look at Ouyang Xiaowei when he heard the words, and asked with concern, "What's the matter? It looks bad, let's go to the hospital?"

Ouyang Xiaowei blushed and made a mouth shape at Fan Ting.

"Oh! I understand!" Fan Ting patted her forehead suddenly, and said to Fan Wuyin, "No disease, go home by yourself! I'll send Xiaowei back!"

Without any explanation, Fan Ting kicked Fan Wubing down, and then drove Ouyang Xiaowei away by herself.

"Hey!" After the car ran for a long time, Fan Wuyi came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and waved to the front and shouted, "Don't drive so fast, where is our house?!"

It's a pity that Fan Ting drove very quickly, and at this time she had already disappeared.

Fan Wubing smiled bitterly. He stood on the road and looked to both sides. The long streets were lined with street lights winding like fire dragons. At this time, the sky was already dark. Coming and going, non-stop.

After six years of absence, the city exhibition in Beijing has changed a lot. Many crop fields in the past have now become tall buildings. However, there is still a big gap between the image of the places I know in the future, especially in the past few years because of the heavy traffic pressure and the deteriorating air quality in the city.

Standing on the side of the road and smelling the exhaust of a car is really uncomfortable. Fan Wubing flipped through his pocket and found a small book with his home address on it. Then he stopped a yellow-faced one and sat on it.

"Drink, the little master's clothes are not bad, right? Thousands of dollars, right?" The driver was a middle-aged uncle.

"Hey." Fan Wubing didn't want to talk more. He hummed twice.

Get used to a good car. The feeling of sitting on the yellow noodles is indeed not very good, but the driver didn't stop talking along the way, and didn't feel too boring. After about twenty minutes, he finally sent Fan Wuyi home.

Fan Heng has been treated at the department level for a long time. Although there are so many officials at this level, the welfare is good. Now Fan's house is located in a villa area funded by the unit, and the environment is good. A three-storey building with one water level, small gardens, lawns, and parking spaces are all available. On both sides of the passage in the middle, there are tall trees moved from the mountain, which is quite good.

As soon as Fan Wubing arrived at the gate of the community, he was stopped by the armed police as the guard.

"Please show your credentials." The armed police said to Fan Wuyao with a serious face.

"I'm just going home--" Fan Wubing suddenly felt helpless, and finally had to say. "Always make a phone call, right?"

The armed police nodded. Let him into the duty room.

Fan Wubing called home, and it happened that Fan Heng picked it up. "Dad, I arrived at the gate of the community and was blocked from entering."

"Huh? Aren't you with Fan Ting? Okay, I see, you call the doorman." Fan Heng didn't expect Fan Wubing to find him home alone. It was a bit of a surprise.

After the doorman talked to Fan Heng, he released Fan Wubing, and gave him a small card pass, saying that he had installed this first, and he didn't need it when everyone was familiar with it in a few days.

"Thanks!" Fan Wuyao waved his hand and finally entered the door.

Fan Heng had run out of the house and stood there looking at his son.

Fan Wubing glanced at his father and saw that he was wearing an apron around his waist, and his hands were covered with flour. He knew that he must be cooking to prepare dinner for himself, and his mother Zhang Mei’s was heard from home. As he spoke, when both his parents appeared under the light outside the house, Fan Wuyao suddenly realized that his nose was a little bit sore.

This difference is six years!

There was wind under Fan Wubing's feet, and he ran in three or two steps without saying anything. He knocked two heads first, and when he got up, there was already a sparkle in his eyes.

"Hey, this kid, just come back!" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were also deeply moved, and pulled their son back home.

"Why isn't my brother?" Fan Wuyi went home and couldn't help but feel a little strange now that he didn't see Fan Kang.

"Oh, he went to Tianjin. I guess he can come back tomorrow." Zhang Mei was a little strange, "Didn't Fan Ting pick you up? Why didn't you see her in person?"

Fan Wubing explained the afternoon's affairs again, and Zhang Mei was amazed, "Listen to you, Fan Ting managed the company well?"

"At least there is no problem in the general direction. Now it is only affected by the environment. I estimate that it will soon embark on the track of rapid development. Of course, there is still a big gap between the major international companies and the details. There are still many things that need to be perfected," Fan Wubing replied.

Zhang Mei shook her head and said, "I don't understand business matters, but if you come back this time, you don't have to go anymore, right?"

Although Fan Wuyao left six years ago because of circumstances forced him to leave, in fact, after the incident was born, news spread from the side, saying that the above was very sorry for Fan Wuyao’s going abroad, and let the wind say that he did not go. The meaning of under investigation. Naturally, Fan Heng couldn't be sure whether the news was true or not, and he didn't dare to let his son return home rashly. However, judging from all the signs that followed, the news should be certain.

But Fan Wubing also had his plans, so he was not eager to return to China. Instead, he stayed in the United States for six years. During these six years, there were naturally countless stories, but they weren't enough for outsiders.

Even in front of parents. Fan Wubing only talked about some interesting anecdotes in American life. There is no mention of his work in the slightest. Therefore, as parents, Fan Heng and Zhang Mei only knew that Fan Wubing had a good life in the United States, but they didn't know how much he had done.

However, based on what Fan Heng and Zhang Mei know about their son, I believe he will not be so honest.

"Actually, foreigners are also very easy to deal with." Fan Wubing told his parents with a smile, "I once invited the examiner to dinner to take the driver's license test. The U.S. driver's license test system is very strict, and many people require it. I can only pass the exam many times, and I don’t want to waste too much time on this, so I have to think of something else. But the examiner is a part-timer, and he is also a wealthy person. It’s not feasible to directly bribe with money. , So I invited him to dinner."

"Then what do you invite him to eat?" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were curious.

Fan Wubing smiled, "Actually, there are many Chinese restaurants in the United States. But they don’t cook some meals. So I made bashful noodles for him. It took half a morning to prepare the ingredients, and I made a big one at noon. The pot, it probably cost ten dollars, but what do you guess? He almost ate the pot!"

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei laughed loudly, saying that it seems that local Chinese restaurants in the United States are not very authentic, and the common people are the easiest to eat local food, but they will not get it.

"It's also normal. There are restaurants in the United States. Hong Kong and Taiwanese are the majority, and there are also many southerners who are 6 years old. The tastes are all southern. Therefore, there are surprisingly few noodles in the north. I just make it casually. . It shocked the opponent." Fan Wuyao explained.

In fact. It is true that Americans have never seen such a delicious and simple thing, and the effect is naturally not bad. He exempted Fan Wuyi from the test.

"Then he is not cheating for personal gains? The values ​​that this American promotes don't match!" Fan Heng asked.

Fan Wubing then replied, "Actually, I asked him this question after I got the driver's license, but guess what he said? He said that someone who can cook such good food must be full of love for life. People, he has every reason to believe that people like this will not play tricks on their own or other people's lives."

"Very language art." Fan Heng commented.

Zhang Mei smiled and said, "Well, I guess you are hungry too. Let's love life too."

"Hehe, I've smelled the scent wafting out of the kitchen a long time ago!" Fan Wuyao rubbed his stomach, "why the old lady is not coming back, we won't wait for her."

"Don't worry about her, she eats at home all day long. As for robbing her brother?" Zhang Mei said, and immediately put the food on the table.

"Hey, it feels good to eat at home! I haven't seen authentic crispy pork ribs, steamed chicken, woooo--" Fan Wuyao was moved and his stomach groaned.

"Okay, okay, no one will rob you, eat slowly, don't choke." Zhang Mei looked at Fan Wuyi's appetite, smiled and said, with one hand gently on Fan Wuyi's back I patted him for fear of choking him.

Who knows that before Zhang Meidi's words were over, Fan Ting hurriedly pushed the door in, yelling, "I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death!"

Said and sat down, reaching out to grab the ribs on the plate.

"Wash your hands first!" Zhang Mei immediately tapped the back of her hand with the chopsticks.

Fan Ting shrank her hand, then pointed at Fan Wu's black hand and said, "He didn't wash his hands either!"

"The third child at least knows about using chopsticks, and didn't want to use your hands directly." Zhang Mei immediately retorted, and then nagging to teach, "How old is it, why is it still frizzy? I really doubt that. The company has not been tossed by you and closed down. I think it is the blessing of our ancestors!"

Fan Ting immediately tried to refute a few words with enthusiasm, but Fan Wubing was still conscientious enough to put a piece of ribs in her mouth, and then kept saying to her, "Calm down, be calm!"

Fan Ting nodded to Fan Wuyi and began to eat ribs. The eating appearance of the two brothers and sisters can be described by the wind and the cloud. Most of the dishes on the large table were killed by the two of them. Fan Heng and Zhang Mei had a couple of earlier. I had already drunk the porridge by then. At this time, I only moved two chopsticks symbolically, and then smiled as I watched my son and daughter eat with a sense of comfort.

"By the way, Minister Ye's wife whispered to me again today—" Zhang Mei said.

This is more useful than anything else. Fan Ting swished upstairs. Before leaving the place, he also put on a sentence, "wash and go to sleep!"

"This kid!?" Zhang Mei shook her head helplessly, "I'm already twenty-six people, and I don't think about my lifelong affairs. What do you think about us as parents?"

Minister Ye? Fan Wuyi, who was picking his teeth, moved his ears and asked, "Is that Minister Ye's wife? Ye Tian his mother?"

Zhang Mei nodded and said she was right, but she asked in surprise, "You just came back, how did you know?"

Fan Wubing snorted, "That kid, I have already taught me today! How dare he go to my sister to hang around? If you don't know what it is, find someone to destroy him!"

"Don't mess around. The Ye family's power in the capital is deeply ingrained--" Fan Heng suddenly felt a headache, and said to his heart how this son was so uneasy. He taught the youngest son of the Ye family as soon as he came back.

Ye Tian’s Laozi is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Posts and Communications. He is very powerful. He is also a kind of oil and water in various ministries and commissions. Although he himself is not bad, his wife is a bit domineering. It's ugly. That's why Ye Tian has the notoriety as one of the eight major public hazards in Beijing.

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei knew a little bit about this, so they were always reluctant to respond to Ye Tian's mother's intention to get married, but the other party was very sincere and repeatedly harassed, which was very annoying.

The reason why the Ye family wanted to get married wasn't that Fan Ting really beat the gods. Mostly. I still fell in love with the largest domestic private company in the hands of Fan Ting, the s club. This is a large company with a profit of more than 400 million yuan a year, and it has a background of foreign investment as an umbrella.

If Ye Tian can marry Fan Ting, then sooner or later this company won't have the surname Ye?

However, Fan Ting knew Ye Tian’s notoriety a long time ago and has been ignoring him, and this company is a brand-name company with a background. Even if Ye Tian is somewhat capable, he dare not openly play the s club idea, but Ye Tian The thief is not dead, so he used some small tricks to cause trouble for Fan Tingdi's company.

After listening to Zhang Mei’s introduction of the Ye family’s affairs, Fan Wuyao had a good idea, and said, “It’s not difficult to solve this problem. The key lies in my attitude. It can be solved."

"You--" Fan Heng suffocated after hearing this and asked, "What tricks are you going to do?"

"We need to keep it confidential for the time being." Fan Wuyao bought a pass, and then asked Fan Heng, "What is Dad doing lately?"

Fan Heng sat comfortably on the sand and watched Zhang Mei clean up the dishes. He chatted with Fan Wuyi, "I didn't do anything, but he was more concerned about the domestic economic situation. Recently, he has been paying attention to the issue of economic system reform. "Oh? What are you looking at specifically?" Fan Wubing was a little concerned. After all, his father was relatively close to the upper-class figures. Although he was half leisure, his level was not low, and he was exposed to a lot of substantive content. Different, naturally different views. Especially since Fan Hyung has nothing to do recently, he has a lot of time to digest the information from all over.

"Recently, the above has been rectifying the private enterprises in Wenzhou, probably to give a specific method." Fan Heng said.

Fan Wubing nodded. In the history of China's reforms, Wenzhou is a place that is easy to misunderstand. This is where China's private enterprises first sprouted. In the eyes of some people, it is a hotbed of capitalism and a malignant tumor that must be removed. In the eyes of others, it is like a sacred place for a market economy, a vanguard for civil forces to break through the old system. As a result, for a long time, the evaluation of Wenzhou has become a sideline battle and a thermometer for reform stance. Whenever the policy trend changes, the first signs can often be sniffed here.

Wenzhou businessmen are known as Chinese Jews. They have left their hometowns from a very young age to go out and wander around. They are the first group of people in China to have market awareness, and they are also the first group of people to make money in business activities.

"In Wenzhou, there are China's earliest trading merchants, the first batch of professional markets, and the first joint-stock enterprises. For many years, they have appeared like catfish fighting for their lives, appearing in every field where there is a profit opportunity. They sell small commodities. They were also the earliest practitioners of commercial activities, disseminators of new ideas, and promoters of new products. They were also the earliest smugglers, smugglers, and manufacturers of fake and shoddy products. They always wandered. On the edge of the law, I can always catch up with the business opportunities that have just sprouted in the first place, recklessly," Fan Heng said to his son.

Fan Wubing smiled and nodded, and said to his father Fan Heng, "This evaluation is very accurate."

Fan Heng continued. "I've seen an internal reference, saying that a certain impoverished county in Wenzhou had an unbelievable economic case with a rather dark humor. Local farmers sent letters to state-owned enterprises across the country and ordered a variety of The second-hand machinery and equipment in the country were immediately resold on the spot when they arrived at the destination. Then, the farmers went to the newspaper to publish the death obituary under a pseudonym, and when the foreign companies came up to collect the debt, some people cried and gave the obituary to it. They see, people are also dead. To whom is the debt collection? That's it. Farmers in a village all participated in this seemingly weird fraud game, and the local area also formed the largest second-hand machinery and equipment trading market in southern Zhejiang."

"Hahaha—" Fan Wuyao couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "In order to make money, I can think of even this kind of method. It's really impossible to say. I have to admire their business wisdom. But, This kind of practice lacks a minimum of commercial integrity, and sooner or later they will suffer a big loss!"

"And people's hearts are also very impetuous!" Fan Heng went on to talk about an heard rumor. "It is said that in Wenzhou, people with style treats, they must serve two soups. One soup is a small boat made of one hundred dollar bills floating in a large seafood basin. It is for smooth sailing. The other soup is a large seafood bowl. There is a small basin on which ten imported watches are placed regularly. Everyone in the room has one watch, just to show your wishes."

Fan Wubing curled his lips, very disapproving. It's okay to have money, but there is no benefit to being so prominent.

"But I learned about Wenzhou's industrial structure. There are no projects that can support the long-term development of the local economy. There are many things that rely on fake and shoddy products to make short-term profits. Although temporary huge profits have been obtained, long-term profits are obtained. Lack of integrity will only make them difficult in the future." Fan Heng commented.

Fan Wubing thought for a while and said, "Everything comes from the primitive accumulation of capital! Although many people refuse to admit this, the private economy will gradually move towards the forefront! The wisdom of Wenzhou businessmen in business It is completely different from cunning and hard deception, but it shows the cunning and bloodlessness of the primitive accumulation process that has no moral bottom line. Along with the prosperity of the market and the wealth of the people, the original commercial order is destroyed and simple. The indifference of local public concepts and the destruction of the ecological environment. To be precise, the Wenzhou phenomenon is not an isolated case. It also exists in all areas where commercial activities are the first to become active, such as the Pearl River Delta and Chaoshan areas in Guangdong, Jinjiang in Fujian, and Jiangsu. We can only say that this is an era lacking a sense of good and evil. In the face of the theme of the era of getting rid of poverty, all moral value judgments are pale and weak."

"Haha, develop the economy!" Fan Heng scratched his head. "Someone also said in public that it is okay to make some sacrifices in order to develop the economy quickly."

Fan Wubing sighed helplessly, and the interface replied, "No matter whether it is a white cat or a black cat, it is a good cat to catch a mouse. This is true, but what if the cat is not the mouse? On this issue, there is still a lack of something. Judging standards. Alas, this is actually the price of the exhibition. People will understand it only when they pay."

"However, recently the above may have to sort out the chaotic situation in the Wenzhou market." Fan Heng said to Fan Wuyao, "There is still a story in it.

In September last year, Xinhua News Agency broadcasted a press release titled "The Minister of Commerce's Notes on Buying Shoes". The news stated that in July, the Minister of Commerce went to Hubei to investigate and study and visited Wuhan Department Store. In front of the leather shoe counter, I saw a pair of brown leather shoes with mesh, so I bought these shoes, put on these new shoes on the spot, and continued to visit. When I returned to Beijing the next day, when I got home, I took off my shoes and found that the heel of a shoe on my right foot had fallen off. So at the meeting of the director of city commerce a few days later, he talked about this matter and said with deep feeling that the flood of inferior products was too damning. For this problem, producers are responsible, and commercial enterprises are also responsible for not strictly controlling the purchase of goods.

Three days later, the Minister of Light Industry met with the Minister of Commerce and said that the quality of shoes is the most strongly reflected issue from consumers. The Ministry of Light Industry has planned to hold an exhibition of fake and inferior shoes. The Minister of Commerce immediately expressed his support and said that if this exhibition is held, he hopes that the pair of shoes he bought can also be used as an exhibit and exposed. "

In the most vivid way, this news let readers across the country see the intrusion of counterfeit and shoddy products on their daily lives, and thus can reunite the arrogance of the whole people. In fact, after this incident, an anti-counterfeiting campaign was launched all over the country, and the effect was remarkable.

However, another emerging fact is that the rectification of counterfeit and shoddy products will, at some time, become a means and reason for governments at all levels to protect the vested interests of state-owned enterprises.

Since counterfeit and shoddy are basically from private enterprises and individual handicraft workshops, they have naturally become the target of key attacks. The state-owned enterprises that have been squeezed out of resources and the market just hit back and took advantage of the situation to recover many of their losses. market.

During this reorganization, these small private factories have been severely reorganized. The reason is that blind exhibition, repeated deployment, and repeated construction have seriously affected the national industry planning. This kind of rectification is taking place in almost all industries where private factories are becoming more active~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This kind of targeted rectification that specifically points to companies outside the system has objectively restored the order of some industries, and it is indeed a blow. Although the trend of counterfeiting and inferiority is spreading day by day, it is undeniable that it has also caused a lot of trouble for private companies.

"Therefore, in the past year, the number of individual industrial and commercial households has dropped sharply by 3.6 million. In the eyes of some people, the individual economy has become a thing of the past, and it is best to punish them severely and quickly. Some people think The central government has already accepted it, and it will be a matter of time to ban it. The press is also uncertain about the direction of the wind. It has remained silent for a period of time, which has invisibly increased this uneasy mood." Fan Heng concluded, "Combined with all the signs. Look, it's time to clarify the vane again!"

"Father, your inference is very accurate." Fan Wubing had to give a thumbs up, thinking that Dad hadn't stayed in Beijing for nothing in recent years. I couldn’t help but say, “Actually, I rushed back because the direction of the wind was about to change. As an outstanding representative of private enterprises, the Chinese young man with the concept of foreign investment, how can I get less on the cusp of such a storm? Where is my figure?"

"You?! Are you still a child of Zhonghua?!" Fan Heng smiled and patted his son on the shoulder.

Fan Wubing smiled slightly, and did not refute. In Lao Tzu's eyes, his son is always a hairy kid, right?