Chapter 48 What the hell is this place
Beside the provincial road.
After Dong Jian contacted roadside assistance, he leaned against the door of the BMW 740 and lit a cigarette with an expressionless expression.
Then he glanced at the car parked on the roof again.
Although looking from the bottom up, most of the car body is blocked by walls, and only the roof can be observed.
But judging from the outline and paint reflection, it is definitely a luxury car.
"Silly!"
After scolding, Dong Jian was slightly stunned and looked down at his BMW that had lost its wheel.
Look up at the roof again.
He got it.
It seems that he is the stupid one.
"Grass!"
Just then.
Dong Jian saw a boy who was more handsome than himself, wearing an open-armed military cotton coat, standing at a distant intersection and looking at him.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at Silly."
When Dong Jian heard this, he wanted to beat someone, but he was worried that beating someone would attract a group of people in his village.
Fortunately roadside assistance came quickly.
Directly from the dirt road behind the boy, a Steyr semi truck drove out.
The semitrailer driver sat in the cab and asked condescendingly:
"Boss, did you make the rescue call?"
"The wheel is lost."
"Your car is not cheap."
"How much is it?"
"It just so happens that I just collected four of them, which are in the back compartment. They are exactly the same model as yours. They cost 5,000 each."
"How many?"
"No cheating, no cheating, honest price, a total of 20,000."
"Grass!"
Dong Jian chose to call the police.
soon.
The officer from the police station ran over panting, "Comrade, what's the matter?"
"I lost my wheel. It was with him."
"Is there any evidence?"
"Those wheels are from my car."
"Is there any evidence?"
"I have the invoice for the car purchase."
"This bill is for the car, what about the wheels?"
"???"
Dong Jian was stunned for a moment, and his mentality exploded.
"Grass!"
"Do you know who I am?!"
"I am Dong Jian!"
“Director of Luqiao Company!!”
"My dad is..."
Before he finished speaking, the entire provincial road suddenly fell silent.
Whether they were walking or riding bicycles, they all looked over as if they had pressed the pause button.
"Are you Dong Jian?"
As Dong Jian listened to the familiar words, the horrific scene of Lao Yu slapping him on the back of the head in the detention center flashed through his mind.
Not caring about wheels or not, he rushed towards the highway.
What the hell is this place?
That was not the case when we came to build highways.
At that time, the whole town had no doors closed, no trash was picked up on the road, and everyone was vying for work...
Now.
Isn't this a bandit's den?
Dong Jian climbed up the dirt slope and rushed onto the highway. He saw a Santana parked on the side of the road, opened the passenger door and got in, "Let's go, let's go!"
The director of the Investment Promotion Office, who was sitting in the cab, took off the newspaper that covered his face, turned around and said, "Where are you going?"
Yesterday, the village cleared the inventory of vegetable gift packages and sold another batch of bean sprouts.
I wanted to continue doing business on the highway today, but there was no excitement down there, and the cars coming and going didn't dare to stop.
And the more you block him, the faster he runs. If you chase him, he will hit the accelerator.
In desperation, in order to generate income, he could only try the passenger transport business here.
Upon hearing this, Dong Jian took out his wallet and pulled out a stack of blue Great Man banknotes. Without counting them, he slapped them on the dashboard, "Go back to Pingdong County as quickly as possible!"
"Okay!"
The director of the Investment Promotion Office glanced at the villagers coming up from behind, and then looked at the road on the right in the opposite direction to Pingdong County: "It's a bit far."
"Stop being so nagging, let's go!"
"Sit tight!"
An hour later.
"Brother, this is Dongshan Mansion!"
"We're going on the right lane, I have to make a U-turn."
Another hour later.
"Brother, why are you back again?"
"Turn around, do you understand?"
"Then why did you get off the highway?"
"It's getting dark. Let's go to the village to get some gas and have a meal."
"Grass!"
Fortunately, the driver was very professional.
After refueling and eating, we got on the highway again. Three hours later.
"Brother, we have arrived in Xuzhou, and we will leave Dongshan Province if we go further. You have traveled across three prefectures for me!"
"You gave me so much, I have to run enough, otherwise people will think that our Shili Camp is robbing customers."
"Where are you going now?"
"Pingdong County, are you stupid?"
"..."
Dong Jian took a deep breath and lit a cigarette.
He swore that he would never come to Shili Camp again in his life!
…
The next day.
Taishi compound.
Dong Jian walked into his yard dragging his exhausted body after a long night's work.
Father Dong was reading the newspaper in the living room when he saw his son come in and pick up the tea cup, "I have a project."
"If you don't have time, don't look for me."
"It's done, I'll help you annex the second city building."
"explain."
"Some time ago, I won the position of person in charge of the government-enterprise reform project based on the classic case of Shilibing Brick Kiln."
"Hey, congratulations, you've been upgraded to half a level."
"But the current problem is that many government-owned enterprises are on the verge of bankruptcy, and some of them have even been emptied out, with no one to take over and no way to resolve their liabilities."
"Go to private enterprises to negotiate benefits, including tax exemptions, tax reductions, and various supports, and then sell them half for free, or even give them away for free. Someone will always take over."
"Don't think it's so simple. For example, old cotton mills, old textile mills, and old refineries have old equipment and worrying product quality. No matter who takes over, they will replace the equipment with new ones. To purchase new equipment, it is better to rebuild the factory yourself."
"Then you have a headache. I'll take a shower. I'm sleepy."
Dong Jian was not used to his father.
Because for the project given by the other party, there is no problem in the early planning, and there is no problem in achieving profitability, but when it comes to the funding stage, there is always a shortfall.
Just like Section 385, isn’t it cheating to ask him to take 30 million to do a job worth 110 million?
“Xiao Jian, do you still want to get the second city construction project?”
"There is no way to solve any of your problems. I am engaged in roads, bridges and construction. You can't let me take over some dilapidated factories and use them to raise pigs, right?"
Dong's father was slightly stunned, flipped through the copy, thought for a moment, and found Dong Jian who was about to take a shower.
“Affected by the economic crisis and African swine fever in the past two years, pork prices have fluctuated greatly and supply has also declined significantly.
In order to ensure market stability, superiors decided to release the meat reserves in the cold storage. After the release, the cold storage will definitely need to be replenished.
Why don't you sell the old equipment in these old factories as scrap metal, and then use these old factories to raise pigs for two years. Then I will find the reserve management agency and let them purchase your pigs.
In this way, the problem of the reform of old government-owned enterprises can be solved, and my performance will increase. You don't need to take risks when raising pigs, and you have a new set of industries in your hands, and you can make a lot of money. "
"I don't have the funds."
"Five million has been allocated for the rectification of Section 385. Our plan is the same as the existing bridge tunnel. It does not use any money at all. I will give it all to you. It can be considered as compensation for the reform of government-owned enterprises."
Dong Jian's eyes lit up.
Old Dong may not believe it, but he really knows how to raise pigs.
These 5 million, plus the profit from reserve orders, are equivalent to free money!
Dong Jian quickly agreed.
Immediately, he thought of the 20-plus-year-old garbage trucks detained by the Shili Camp. Just as he was about to ask his father for help, the phone on his waist rang.
"Hello? I'm... Manager Dong!"
…
other side.
Yujiacun parking lot.
The mayor squatted in front of the 23 garbage trucks, thinking about how to deal with it.
Being visited by many people yesterday was nothing to Shili Camp.
After all, in order to grab the paddy fields of East Lake, the Shili Camp with only 10,000 people dared to go head-to-head with Xiaohu Town, which had a population of hundreds of thousands.
Who do you think this person is?
But the total value of 23 muck trucks is five to six million.
It is different from the BMW that lost four wheels.
If Shiliying takes over the garbage truck, it is likely to be a major case.
What's more, Dong Jian is not a small character.
That's the son of an old Dong from Tai City.
If I could sum up the management in one sentence: the general manager has the power, the locals have the money.
Old Dong occupies the middle two, plus half of the general manager.
It’s scary to think about.
By the way, why do I, Lao Huang, have an arm-wrestling relationship with the other party?
The mayor suddenly woke up.
Yes, we used to drink tea, read newspapers, recruit investors, and fool around, and a year passed.
Why are you so motivated now?
Not only do you want to make progress, you also dare to caress the tiger’s beard and snatch the tiger’s cub...
If you continue like this, you are seeking death.
The mayor stared at the 23 garbage trucks, stood up slowly, and looked at the deputy mayor squatting next to him.
"These cars were finally snatched back from Beihe. Send them back to the City's Third Construction Department immediately."
"Send it back?"
"Yes, send it back to show your merit."
"Just send it back like this?"
"Otherwise? These cars even lost their gearboxes and electric starts in Beihe, and three of them even lost their engines. If we don't send them back, what will we do if the city's third construction department relies on them?"
The deputy mayor understood, "That's the truth."
Wait until noon.
Xiangyuan rented 23 semi-trailers from Quanpu, loaded them with 23 downsized dump trucks, and the BMW that lost its wheels, and headed straight to Pingdong County.
The township head also called Dong Jian's phone number and expressed his gratitude in person, "Manager Dong, I sent the car to you."
"Sent over?"
"Well, 23 garbage trucks and your car."
"Humph, I guess you guys are wise!"
(End of chapter)