Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 457: One Sword of Punishment

On the way from the hotel to Ni Runfeng's house, the two of them didn't communicate much.

Because, with the end of Changhong's board of directors, the news that the country's richest man arrived in Rongcheng spread.

Last year, the National Bureau of Statistics issued the "Reform of my country's GDP Accounting and Data Release System", and then postponed the tertiary industry census originally scheduled for 03, and planned to carry out the industrial census and basic unit census in 2005 and 2006 respectively. At the same time, the construction industry was included in the census content, collectively referred to as the economic census.

That is, the first national economic census will be conducted at the end of 2004 this year.

The weight of the word GDP is becoming more and more important, and it has an irreplaceable position in many job inspections.

Therefore, Fang Zhuo received calls of higher and higher levels along the way.

From the China Merchants Bureau to the leaders of the city and then to the leaders of the province, everyone was very enthusiastic and wanted the richest man in the country to take a good look at the city and the province.

Last year, when the project with a budget of [-] billion in Luzhou was implemented, leaders at all levels knew about it. It spread from all over the world, saying that the man can make money, really spend money, and dare to spend money.

At that time, he was not the richest man in the country, and this year he went one step further. This "come over" is not called "come over", but is called "come here" on the phone.

The car arrived at the community where Ni Runfeng lived, and Fang Zhuo answered the last call, which was actually from Lu Jingmin, the Deputy Bureau of State-owned Assets Bureau who had just left.

Many leaders wanted to find out what project Fang's richest man was here to investigate, and asked left and right, knowing that it was related to Changhong, and knowing from Lu Jingmin that the two could get on the line, so they asked him to be an intermediary to meet each other .

Lu Jingmin half-actively and half-passively accepted the task. This phone call was no longer Fang Zhuo's "I will apologize to the leaders tomorrow" when Fang Zhuo left the meeting room, but it was the leaders' reception to Mr. Fang.

In just a short distance, Fang Zhuo, who had just concluded a board meeting, was scheduled to be the guest of the provincial and municipal leaders the next day.

Ni Runfeng also heard Mr. Fang's constant phone calls along the way. After getting off the car, he smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, our leaders in Sichuan and Sichuan have always been warm and welcoming to guests. Have you realized it?"

Fang Zhuo said with emotion: "This fully reflects the contradiction between the people's growing material and cultural needs and backward social production."

Ni Runfeng was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Haha, I remembered the newspaper I read when I came here today." Fang Zhuo smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, today's flight is a bit delayed, but you must not guess who my phone has been answering."

Ni Runfeng almost forgot about it, and he really couldn't get through to Mr. Fang before the meeting.

"I wanted to buy an American basketball team, the one where Yao Ming was. When I got here, the owner of the team, Alexander, called me. He wanted to talk about the sale of the team, and asked me to do some things after buying the team. Promise." Fang Zhuo smiled, "I am so anxious on this journey, and I can only deal with that side patiently."

Of course, this statement is half-truth, he did receive a call from Alexander that the Rockets’ acquisition has progressed, but he deliberately waited until he arrived at the hotel, and this meeting with Lao Ni had something similar to make both of them agree. Justification for wanting to believe.

If there is no accident, there are still many things that need to be willing to believe in each other.

As expected, Ni Runfeng didn't say anything, but thanked him: "This time, it's thanks to Mr. Fang. If it wasn't for Mr. Fang, Zhao Yong's board of directors this time is really secure."

"Is this really the board of directors? No. 30 people will participate." Fang Zhuo shook his head again and again, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "When I go back tonight, there must be quite a few people planning to buy Changhong shares."

Ni Runfeng's footsteps paused, Zhao Yong must have thought that today was a safe bet, and called many middle and high-level executives, but he did not expect a sudden good news, the stock was about to rebound.

If you really want to be serious, the China Securities Regulatory Commission may be held accountable.

He shook his head: "This meeting is to get rid of me, and the participants are beyond my expectation."

Ni Runfeng brought Mr. Fang to his door. He opened the door and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Mr. Fang signed a contract with APEX. Have you seen Ji Longfen?"

Fang Zhuo replied calmly: "I didn't see it, I came to China, and then the news came from New York that Ji Longfen's two companies are in a very bad situation. If Yike doesn't take over, your overseas products of Changhong will be ruined." Lost."

Ni Runfeng felt at ease, sighed again, and invited Mr. Fang into the house.

On the way back, he called his family. The dinner table had already been served, and a young man in his 20s walked out of the kitchen to say hello.

"Dad, you're back. This, is this Uncle Fang?" The young man hesitated when he saw Fang Zhuo.

Ni Runfeng did not hesitate: "This is your Uncle Fang, the President Yike Fang whom I often mention to you."

He introduced Fang Zhuo again: "This is my son Ni Boren. He is 21 and studying in Rongcheng. He is a senior this year and is now doing an internship in Changhong."

"Hi, Uncle Fang, I'm Ni Boren. I'm knowledgeable and benevolent." Ni Boren still couldn't speak.

Fang Zhuo chewed on the meaning of the name, shook hands with the young man with a smile, and said, "Your father and I have been friends for a long time. In fact, I am not a few years older than you. We have different opinions. I call your father." Brother Ni ’, you call me ‘Uncle Fang’.”

Ni Boren heaved a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

Ni Runfeng looked back at his silly son.

Ni Boren took two steps before realizing that this is still "Uncle Fang"!

"Mr. Fang, sit down. My son is a good cook. Today is too late. I asked him to buy some cooked food and fry two dishes." Ni Runfeng greeted, "My wife is in Fucheng. But I can't stop drinking."

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "You can't drink too much, it's better to be slightly drunk."

Ni Runfeng agreed with this and asked his son Ni Boren to accompany him at the table.

The first three glasses of wine between the two were just greetings, and the fourth glass of wine hadn't started yet, Fang Zhuo was a little annoyed and asked something he had asked before.

"Old Ni, you Changhong has too much goods in APEX. If you add Wal-Mart's warehouses to the current overseas warehouses, there are still 14.8 billion. I don't understand, how can you Changhong give away the goods so easily. "

Ni Runfeng didn't mention the insurance protection with APEX this time, he shook his head: "Mr. Fang, I'm actually in a dilemma, really. Don't look at me as the chairman and general manager of Changhong Electric, but some thing, oh..."

Fang Zhuo took a sip of the food and waited for the next step.

After sighing, Ni Runfeng continued: "State-owned enterprises often do things according to the leader's will. Mr. Fang does not know our distress when he is a private company. The leader's emphasis is on making the company bigger and bigger."

"In order to grow bigger, I would rather sacrifice profits in exchange for sales scale. Compared with increasing profits, this can bring more contributions to the leadership."

Fang Zhuo already understood, this may indeed be a reason.

Ni Runfeng added: "Like Fucheng where Changhong is located, Changhong has been exporting overseas for the past two years. Every leader saw me with a smile on his face. Mr. Fang, what do you think I can do?"

"The group is absolutely controlling. I was replaced once in 2000. Mr. Fang, Zhao Yong was in power at the time, and he wanted to reduce production capacity. Then I went up again. What should I do if you are in my position?"

Fang Zhuo frowned slightly, did not answer the hypothetical question, just raised his hand and took another drink.

After four glasses of wine, Ni Runfeng was already slightly tipsy. He began to attribute Changhong's overseas strategy to administrative factors in front of Mr. Fang.

Fang Zhuo listened quietly, thinking about how to show the head of Changhong both hard and soft from the president of Yike.

On the soft side, Changhong's overseas channels have been pinched in the hands, whether it is managed or not, this listed company is different.

On the hard side, some tricks between Changhong and APEX were recorded by Ji Longfen. At this moment, Fang Zhuo has an M1 player with recordings in his pocket.

But how to balance it so that Ni Runfeng can better realize the win-win cooperation between each other, or, occasionally, give up his win.

This needs to be handled more artistically.

Fang Zhuo thought so, and felt that the child should be sent away first.

"Xiao Ni, I see that you haven't been drinking for a long time, but you are sitting here, take a sip and go about your business." Fang Zhuo raised his glass and looked at Ni Boren.

"Drink with Uncle Fang." Ni Runfeng greeted his son, and said with emotion, "My son was brought up by my mother since he was a child, and he is more bookish."

Ni Boren smiled shyly and drank half a glass of wine.

Fang Zhuo calculated his age in his heart, and suddenly his heart moved, changing his original thinking.

He began to praise and said: "Old Ni, you are very careful in naming your son. The meaning of this name is really good."

Ni Runfeng showed nostalgia: "Xiaoren's name was also given by my mother. I am ashamed to say that my mother spends more time with the children than I do. I have been busy at work for the past few decades, and I am very indebted to my family."

"When my mother passed away, I was still on a business trip abroad, and I didn't even see her for the last time. Sometimes when I think about it, I don't know what to do."

Ni Runfeng sighed and drank a glass of wine by himself.

Fang Zhuo accompanied him for a drink silently, and said, "Then your mother also has high expectations for her grandson, Ni Boren, Ni Boren—knowledgeful and determined, earnestly asking and thinking, benevolence is part of it."

Ni Runfeng was taken aback and hesitated a bit: "Yes, my mother is very particular about her naming."

Ni Boren on the side said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Fang is right, grandma got her name from here."

"The old man is particular about you. He wants you to follow the way of a gentleman." Fang Zhuo said to Ni Boren with a smile, "The sentence of being erudite and devoted is in "The Analects of Confucius", but many of our Chinese cultures are similar. .”

Ni Boren said politely, "Uncle Fang please advise."

"Confucius said that benevolence is the character of a gentleman. How to achieve it? You need to be erudite and determined, and you must ask and think closely." If you don’t keep the promise, if you don’t have the will, you won’t be able to carry it out.”

"Simply put, you have to study extensively to have a deep direction. Covenant means specificity and purity."

Fang Zhuo poured himself a glass of wine: "To be erudite is to keep the promise. Let's spread it out. This person has gone through all kinds of grinding and temptations in the society. He fell down, got up, and fell again." Climb again, only in this way can a heart be polished pure, but this purity still needs a "shou" to achieve the final benevolence."

"If you don't keep it, it will be difficult to achieve the benevolence of the ultimate gentleman. This is often the case with people and things."

"Xiao Ni, your grandma hopes that you will keep your heart even after going through wind and rain. Keeping it is very important."

"Miyan Xiaoyi, the name given to you by the old man has a deep meaning. You must always remember your grandma's good intentions."

After Fang Zhuo said this, he took a sip of his wine and lowered his head to eat the food.

Ni Boren listened thoughtfully. In the past, he only knew that his name came from "The Analects of Confucius", but he didn't expect to go on to explain a lot of truths: "Uncle Fang, you just said that the second Cheng of the Northern Song Dynasty is the Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism. ?"

"It's Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi. Their interpretation of "The Analects of Confucius" should be "Er Cheng Cui Yan." Fang Zhuo pondered for a while, "I read books more complicatedly, so I should remember correctly."

Ni Boren nodded in admiration.

Just as he was about to eat, he suddenly noticed that his father Ni Runfeng's eyes were a little red, and he said in shock, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Ni Runfeng waved his hands, speechless.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, and only when the truth is combined with the personal experience can people's hearts suddenly tremble.

It has been a long time since Ni Runfeng's mother passed away, and now the son's name leads to her good intentions in naming him, coupled with the recent turmoil, the emotion and shame in his heart are intertwined, making his nose sour.

I have been in Changhong for decades with ups and downs. Seeing that I am approaching retirement, I still can't "keep" my original intention.

How difficult is it to keep a word?

Ni Runfeng rubbed his eyes with his hands, took two deep breaths, and the other party always said: "I lost my composure, I think of my mother, she is a middle school Chinese teacher, she raised me up alone, and taught me a lot of ancient Chinese principles. "

"In fact, I don't like these things. When I was in school, I liked to deal with machines. In the blink of an eye, many years have passed."

Fang Zhuo said very understandingly: "Parents are like this to their children and juniors. Old Ni, I believe you are the same to your children. You are a great guy to see Xiao Ni today. When your daughter comes back from the United States, she must have experienced the same. very capable."

Just as Ni Runfeng was about to nod his head, his heart trembled suddenly, and his right hand holding the wine glass also trembled.

boom!
The wine glass fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Ni Runfeng looked at Mr. Fang in a daze. He never mentioned his daughter, let alone that she was in the United States, and he deliberately avoided it, because as long as she mentioned that she worked in APEX, everything would be obvious.

Any administrative factors, any leadership pressure, and previous high-sounding evasions have all become the worst performances.

From this moment on, any admirable old entrepreneur and the head of color TV who has been in trouble for decades have all become the funniest jokes.

Fang Zhuo looked at Lao Ni calmly.

"Oh, Dad, have you drunk too much? I'll take another wine glass." Ni Boren didn't hear anything wrong, he just thought that his father had drunk too much and didn't hold the glass firmly.

Fang Zhuo said lightly: "Xiao Ni, don't take the wine glass, it's not good to drink too much, let's stop here today."

Ni Runfeng's mouth was a little dry, and most of the alcohol on his face had faded away.

He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"I have to have a meeting when I go back to the hotel tonight. I had a great time today. Xiao Ni, you can see me off." Fang Zhuo got up and greeted Ni Boren, "Your father drank a lot, don't let him see it off, let him see it off." rest well."

Ni Boren glanced sideways at his father, strangely did not get any response, and quickly said: "Okay, Uncle Fang, I will see you off."

He felt that his father really drank too much tonight.

The two quickly got up and went out.

Ni Runfeng was the only one left in the family.

He sat on the chair, looking in the direction of the door alone, and slowly covered his face with his hands.

(End of this chapter)