6 wealthy businessmen from Qin Lai Shou came to Northeast China for investment

  Six wealthy businessmen from Wenzhou invest in Northeast China Author: Men are mountains

  The leader nodded and tactfully reminded the secretary to see off the guest.

  But Xue Jianhua's butt didn't lift up.

  His wife, Su Hong, reminded him: Hurry up and go! The leader is busy!

  Zhang Hongyang, however, showed no intention of retreating.

  The leader hastily asked: Master Zhang, is there anything else?

  Zhang Hongyang coughed and asked solemnly, "I heard that the leader of 'Dongbei Company' wants to sell our Heavy Machinery Factory. Do you know about this?"

  This leader secretly cursed in his heart: This "Dongbei Company" is a super-large enterprise stationed in Suoyang City by the Central Government, and Heavy Machinery Factory is their subordinate unit. They want to sell it, what can I do about it?

  But this can't be directly explained to Zhang Hongyang. In the eyes of workers, the government should be all-encompassing and omnipotent.

  Zhang Hongyang played a stubborn child: We workers resolutely oppose this matter. If they really want to sell, we will organize 10,000 workers to go to the central government for petition.

  The leader was taken aback. It seems that having a dialogue with this model worker of the planned economy era is also not an easy task.

  Zhang Chaoyang left the government office building in a sedan with a very satisfied mood.

  The worker brother has completed the task entrusted to him. He conveyed everyone's voice to the ears of government leaders.

  Zhang Chaoyang has the reason and qualification to dialogue with any leader of Suoyang. Because, three years ago, he sat in the banquet hall of Beijing People's Hall as a national labor model, and talked with the leaders of the party and the state at the wine table.

  National leader: How is your workers' income? Are you satisfied with the reform of the enterprise?

  At that time, Zhang Chaoyang suddenly thought of the laid-off workers in the company. Without thinking, he said: We workers have no higher demands. As long as we have work to do and food to eat, we are satisfied.

  Returning to Suoyang, he repeated this sentence at a city-wide welcoming rally to the worker representatives below. A warm applause erupted from below.

  However, two months later, the company's vice president Xue Jianhua came to Chonghua Machinery Factory to pilot the reform of the employment system and first targeted their workshop. The first person who had nothing to do and no food to eat was surprisingly this national model worker Zhang Chaoyang.

  He is furious at the mere mention of it.

  In his eyes, Xue Jianhua smashing people's rice bowls is a person who has committed great evil. No wonder he was vice president for eight years and still couldn't be promoted to the top position, this is heaven's justice!

  Just as Xue Jianhua left the Northwest Airport in Chairman Liang's "Lincoln" sedan, Qian Lihou and three private entrepreneur friends boarded the "MD" plane returning to Northeast.

  Qian Lihou's determination to come to Northeast China was made at the mahjong table.

  Three friends came to Northeast China for investment in Suoyang City. They have already confirmed their intention to invest with the Suoyang side, and this time they will hold a signing ceremony during the Suoyang Cultural Festival.

  Money is thick and comes from being taken by their bad jokes.

  At noon, they finished drinking in the hotel and started playing mahjong. The "boss" of the three friends, Chairman Zhang, said: Qian Lihou, if you lose today, follow us to Northeast China.

  Qian Li Hou never lost when playing mahjong with them, and he didn't take the money seriously.

  But today he lost 200,000 yuan as soon as the game started.

  No choice, let's go along with it!

  In fact, Qian Lihou had long thought of locking Yang for a trip.

  That year, this old city, which had been lingering in his heart for decades, gave him the sweetness of first love and also brought him a devastating failure that overturned his career. Happiness and pain, nostalgia and hatred made him have a complex feeling towards Lockyang, wanting to get close but fearing it.

  How many times did I make up my mind to come, but changed my mind again when I was about to set out.

  Today, however, it was for a ridiculous reason that he resolutely embarked on this originally very solemn and serious journey.

  Life is short, and years are like arrows. Counting with fingers, it has been 25 years since we parted ways.

  What does Suoyang look like 25 years later today?

  In the darkness, the plane took off unexpectedly. Qian Rihou thought he hadn't even finished a cup of tea when this "MD" aircraft slowly landed at the brightly lit Northeast Airport.

  Airport exit, crowded with people waiting for pickup.

  A striking wooden sign was held up among the moving crowd. On it were written five big characters: "Suo Yang Cultural Festival".

  Under the wooden signboard, a short and stout-looking staff member kept jumping up to look out towards the exit with great effort.

  Qian Li Hou and three friends were chatting and laughing, carrying exquisite leather bags as they walked out of the airport exit.

  The staff member who was jumping under the wooden board earlier rushed out of the crowd and ran towards them.

  He took the lead in shaking hands with "Lao Da": Chairman Zhang!

  Chairman Zhang immediately recognized the person who came to pick him up: Ah, Director Li, you've come yourself!

  Qian Li Hou and they simultaneously stopped in their tracks as Chairman Zhang came to a halt.

  Director Li enthusiastically shook hands with each of the guests, his mouth fluently greeting every guest.

  When his hand closed around the thick wad of cash, he realized it was a strange face.

  The guest was majestic and dignified, but seemed somewhat reserved in the face of Li's overly courteous manner.

  Director Li looked puzzled: This gentleman?

  Director Zhang walked over and introduced: Uh, let me introduce him. He is the general manager of Northwest Transportation Company, my friend Qian Lihou.

  Qian Li thickly dropped down and was straightforward, grasping Director Li's hand tightly: I came uninvited, please forgive me.

  Director Li immediately put on a professional smile: Oh no, oh no? Welcome President Xue to Suoyang.

  In the vast fields, a modern highway stretches far away.

  Several black sedans were speeding along the highway.

  In the car ahead, Director Li was happily chatting with Chairman Zhang and Qian Rihou who were sitting in the back seat.

  Chairman Zhang: Director Li, wasn't our matter settled last month?!

  Director Li: Ah yes, ah yes.

  Chairman Zhang, why do you want me to come again?

  Director Li: Let's have a formal signing ceremony for the cultural festival, to show the results!

  Chairman Zhang: Haha, Lockyang people are like this, they love formalities...

  Qian Li Hou seemed uninterested in their conversation, his eyes always gazing out of the window at the scenery.

  In the early autumn dusk, waves of rice roll in, a beautiful picture of harvest.

  That year, it was also this season...

  Alas...

  Director Li looked at Xue Jianhua, who was gazing into the distance, and cleared his throat a few times as if to remind him. Then he tentatively spoke up: "Hmm, Director Xue, this time you've come to Suoyang, is... is it to... invest?"

  Xue Rouhui withdrew his gaze: Ah, Director Li, don't call me "General Manager Xue". I don't have any money on me.

  When he heard this sentence, Director Li showed a puzzled expression.

  Qian Li said emphatically: I am here for sightseeing.

  Director Li was shocked: sightseeing...

  Qian Li Hou said: Director, aren't you organizing a cultural festival? I came here to experience culture.

  Director Li was even more puzzled: Seeking cultural heritage... how did you think of our Suoyang?

  Chairman Zhang: (with a double meaning) Do you need to ask? They have a unique understanding of Su Yang's feelings!

  Several people burst out laughing.

  In the Suoyang Hotel, colorful flags fluttered, red candles shone brightly, guests filled the seats, and gongs and drums shook the sky.

  Guests attending the cultural festival came in droves, government leaders welcomed group after group, busy to the point of being unable to take a break.

  Second floor, a door of a room opened and closed, closed and opened again, busy people going in and out.

  A red paper was pasted on the door with a few big characters written on it: "Cultural Festival General Reception Room".

  The room was filled with a haze of smoke, and several reception officials were frowning, seemingly worried about something.

  A bald official walked up to a leader-like person and said: Director, don't worry. Since he himself said he came for sightseeing, let's just receive him as an ordinary guest!

  The young officer next to him disagreed: That's not possible, the Northwest Transportation Company is a large financial group. This Mr. Xue might have tens of millions on him!

  If that were the case, his secretary and bodyguards would have arrived early and it wouldn't be so simple. Moreover, not even a notice was given beforehand!

  Don't judge a person by appearance. If you underestimate others, you might miss out on a great opportunity!

  The director waved his hand: stop arguing, and let Director Li ask Chairman Zhang again to clarify his true purpose for coming.

  The bald official nodded and hastily left the room with a "good".

  The phone rang and the young officer went to answer it.

  The director picked up a piece of paper from the table.

  At the top of the paper was printed a striking title: List of Distinguished Guests.

  Under the sparse names, the director's pen hesitated for a long time and finally added the three words "Qian Li Hou".

  At this time, the bald official rushed in excitedly: Director, it's clear.

  The director hastily asked: What did you say?

  The bald official said: Chairman Zhang said that Mr. Xue likes to study ethnic culture, and when he heard that we were holding a cultural festival, he was so excited that he came with Chairman Zhang.

  The director frowned: for a moment of excitement...

  Young official was unconvinced: This doesn't mean he didn't have any investment possibilities!

  The director seemed to have not heard the young officer's words. He snorted, took a hard drag on his cigarette, and then picked up the list of distinguished guests again, crossing out the three characters "Qian Lihou".

  The smoke spewed out of the director's mouth.

  In the bustling banquet hall, wine and dishes are already on the table.

  However, it was as if an important guest had yet to arrive, and the order to start dinner had not been given.

  People began to talk, and their words showed dissatisfaction with the latecomer.

  Suddenly, someone whispered: He's coming, he's coming.

  People involuntarily looked towards the door.

  At the door, Director Li and his last batch of guests appeared.

  The director and two reception officials rushed up to greet him.

  The bellboy at the hotel took over the guest's luggage.

  A waitress was ordered to take a list and read it out to the guests: Chairman Zhang, General Manager Wang, Director Chen, please go to the VIP hall.

  The waitress made a "please" gesture and led the guests towards the room marked "VIP Hall".

  Chairman Zhang made a funny face at Qian Lihou and then waved his hand at him before walking away.

  Director Li called over another waitress and pointed at Qian Rihou: Give this gentleman a seat.

  Every table in the hall was packed. Wherever Qian Ruohua went, people would shout "full house" and show an unwelcoming face.

  The waitress exerted herself to the utmost and finally found a table that could barely seat them in a corner of the restaurant.

  The waitress apologized to Qian Lihou and said: "Sorry, sir."

  Qian Li said helplessly: Nothing.

  The band struck up "Welcome", and the banquet began.

  On the thick dinner table, people at the same table seemed to be familiar with each other, they pushed cups and exchanged plates, inserting jokes. Suddenly, Qian Li Hou, this big customer, was left out in the cold.

  He awkwardly poured himself a drink. After a while, he felt it was indeed boring and slipped out of the banquet hall without saying goodbye.

  In the floating melody of "Welcome Song", the beautiful night view of Lockyang is presented.

  The lights of ten thousand families on both banks of the Suoyang River.

  The colorful lights twinkling on the tall building by the river

  The flowing river water reflects the endless stream of cars and pedestrians on the Lockyang Bridge.

  Fountain in the river water.

  A Santana taxi drove along the riverbank.

  Qian Li sat in the front row seat, watching the night view while chatting with the driver.

  Driver: Sir, where else are you going?

  Qian Li Hou: Is the Liao Pagoda on Bei Mountain far from here?

  Driver: Liao Tower is near... ...At night, looking at the tower, it's not clear.

  Qian Li Hou: (Deeply) Under the moonlight, watching the Liaodong Tower is even more charming.

  Driver: Hmm, have you been here before?

  Qian Li Hou: 25 years have passed, what a tremendous change!

  Driver: Listening to you speak, like a scholar... uh, are you here for the cultural festival?

  Qian Li nodded slightly.

  Driver: Then, someone should accompany you!

  Qian Li Hou: I want to see it for myself.

  Driver: I'm alone and more casual. Sir, where would you like to go tonight? I'll take you there.

  Qian Li Hou: Are there any other fun places around here?

  Driver: You don't know, sir, the girls at the Lock Yang Hotel in East City are extremely beautiful...

  Money can't buy happiness: is it? Let's go take a look...

  The northern mountain on an autumn day appears especially quiet in the night colors.

  The taxi climbed up to the top of the mountain, just as the moon was rising and the clouds were dispersing.

  The moon is bright and high in the sky, its clear light like water.

  Mountain top, Liao tower stands tall, tree shadows reach the sky.

  In the distance, the city's night sounds are faintly howling; in the night sounds, the lights of a thousand homes in an industrial town are flickering.

  Qian Li stood beside the taxi, gazing at the vague outline of the tower in the distance, and let out a deep sigh.

  Before 25, that youthful era of life drama was performed from under this tower. Source: Mobile Flying Lu Web.

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