Counterattack 1988

Chapter 669 I'm Her Backstage! 【Ask monthly ticket】

Wang Lin was sitting in the car, driven by Uncle Zhong, wandering aimlessly in the old street.

He is looking for a house.

Tian Xiaoqing had already "sold" herself to Wang Lin, and of course he wanted to find her a good house.

However, houses in this era are not easy to find.

Wang Lin went to see the export-sale houses.

In the 90s, export-sale houses were once synonymous with high-end, and the addition of foreign currency purchases added a bit of mystery.The Gubei New District, where the houses for sale are concentrated, was even rated as one of the "Top Ten New Landscapes in Shanghai in the 90s".

In the advertisements of export-oriented housing in those years, such words could always be found: "house design is in line with international standards", "kitchen and bathroom furniture adopt international famous brands".

When many export-oriented properties were launched in the 90s, the selling point was the full decoration of existing homes and property management.

For example, the equipment in the house includes imported Hitachi air conditioners, Kohler sanitary ware, and walkie-talkies.There are 24-hour patrols and video surveillance in the community.

Looking at these packages today, it is not surprising at all.But more than [-] years ago, many people heard it for the first time.

After all, at that time, everyone’s concept of housing was still limited to carrying toilets and pavilions, even if they could live in a two-bedroom public house exclusively used by Meiwei, it would be considered very good.

However, Wang Lin shook his head repeatedly after looking at the export house, expressing his dislike.

The area of ​​foreign commercial housing is large, and the unit size is generally 150 to 200 square meters. Of course, the price is expensive. Two years ago, it cost 10 yuan to sell a set. Now the price has increased a lot. $10 a set.

No matter how expensive Wang Lin is, he can afford it, but the problem is that the price/performance ratio of the house is really not high.

Take the house types as an example. In order to meet international standards, many export houses are designed by European or Xiangjiang designers.

However, due to the difference in living habits, the most important aspect of Shanghai residents is the orientation, which is often not taken seriously in the apartment types for export.

Houses with kitchens and bathrooms facing south and bedrooms facing north are quite common, and there are even extremely awkward designs such as triangular bedrooms and rooms without windows.

There are straight garbage channels in the corridors of some export houses.The original intention of the design is that residents can dump garbage into the centralized garbage channel at the corner of the stairs without going downstairs.

But in Wang Lin's opinion, this kind of design can be called a minefield, because after a long time, Chinese kitchen waste will inevitably have a peculiar smell, which should not be too sour in summer!

Moreover, there are no fences in the community, and the area is generally too large, the rate of housing is low, and the housing type is not good. There is almost no one that satisfies Wang Lin.

Wang Lin decisively gave up the idea of ​​buying an exporter.

Commercial housing in this era, in addition to export housing, is the commercial housing launched by the housing management center.

Compared with exporters, domestic commercial houses are at the other extreme, with small houses, simple decoration, and old-fashioned furniture.

How can this kind of house be used as a golden house to hide your beauty?

It's better to live in the fund-raising room of your own company!

It seems that we can only find a garden house.

Before the 90s, the housing business in Shanghai was very inactive. On the one hand, the policies were not relaxed, and on the other hand, the enthusiasm of the masses to buy houses was not high because they had no money.

In the second half of 1988, Shanghai City selected Huangpu District as a pilot area for the sale of old public housing. As a result, only 20 households purchased the rented old public housing.

Many workers want to buy a house, but they cannot afford it.

That's why the Provident Fund was launched in 1991.

However, the rapid development of Shanghai's real estate market had to wait until after the Southern Talks in 1992.

Wang Lin was a little thirsty, and he ran out of water in the car.

He saw a stall selling soy milk by the side of the road, so he called Uncle Zhong to stop the car, and asked, "Uncle Zhong, can you get out of the car and have a cup of soy milk?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, "President Wang, I'm not thirsty."

Wang Lin got out of the car and came to the stall selling soybean milk.

The stall sells iced soy milk. Although it is a bit cold to drink in this season, the taste is very unique.

Wang Lin bought a glass of iced soy milk and paid [-] cents.

At this time, a cute puppy ran over with cheerful steps.

This is a lively little dog with snow-white and snow-white fur, only hazel on the forehead. It has a pointed and long mouth, sharp teeth and claws, a red and wet nose, and triangular ears. , bright big eyes, like a Snow White, extremely beautiful.

Followed by a beautiful woman in a long skirt, she ran and shouted: "Huanhuan! Huanhuan!"

The puppy turned its head and wagged its tail towards the beauty.

The beauty came over, knelt down and picked up the puppy: "Huanhuan, you can't run around! Mom will not be able to catch up with you."

"Hahaha!" The soy milk vendor couldn't help laughing.

The beauty pointed at the vendor and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The vendor was a middle-aged man in his forties. He wiped the stall with a towel and said with a smile, "How can anyone call a dog a mother? Can humans give birth to dogs?"

The beauty stomped her feet angrily: "You insult people! I want to sue you for defamation!"

Seeing Wang Lin standing next to him, the vendor quickly called him to testify: "Comrade, did you hear that too? She said it herself, saying that she is the dog's mother! I didn't insult her."

Wang Lin smiled while eating soy milk: "Yes, I heard."

The beauty glanced at Wang Lin: "Okay, you are in the same group! Two big men, bullying a woman, what is it? Huh! No quality! Don't care about it like you! Huanhuan, let's go, ignore these things people."

She hugged the puppy and turned to leave. The puppy's head poked out from the woman's arms, looking at Wang Lin behind.

Wang Lin only cared about eating soy milk.

The vendor smiled and said, "Comrade, tell me, who is this man? Maybe he can't have children? Raise a dog like a child? Can this dog send her to her death? Can she raise her to her old age?"

Wang Lin smiled and shook his head: "Brother, don't say a few words! Misfortune comes from your mouth! You don't care what she raises as a child! They didn't spend your money!"

After speaking, he threw the finished cup of soybean milk into the trash can next to him, then got into the car, and told Uncle Zhong to drive away.

The car drove forward slowly for a while, and Wang Lin suddenly saw a large wooden sign hanging on the wall of a villa next to the road, with a line written on it: "Jiwu is for sale, the price is 500 million, no Counter-offer, if you are the one."

Wang Lin couldn't help being interested, and asked Uncle Zhong to stop the car, and he got out of the car and walked to the door.

This is a large European-style iron door, similar to the iron door of a porridge restaurant. The black paint on the iron door is probably new, and it seems to be well maintained.

Wang Lin found the doorbell and rang it.

A middle-aged woman who looked like a servant came out of the room, came to the gate, and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Wang Lin pointed to the sign on the wall and asked, "Where is the house for sale?"

"It's our house. Sir, do you want to buy it? 500 million, no bargaining."

"Five million is not expensive, can I go in and have a look?"

The servant glanced at the Mercedes-Benz parked by the side of the road and nodded, "Please come in."

She opened the iron gate and let Wang Lin in.

"Sir, this way please." The servant led the way.

Wang Lin nodded and looked around.

The layout of this house is similar to that of a porridge restaurant, a villa with a garden.

But this set has a larger area. The Victorian style incorporates the classical elements of our country. The spiers are towering, and the uneven walls are inlaid with colorful tiles. From a distance, it looks like a fantasy castle in a fairy tale.The red tiled roof, black and white wooden structure, elegant exterior walls, and quaint English-style chimneys have a strong atmosphere of English aristocracy.

The real large garden houses in Shanghai have become cultural activity centers such as museums or children's palaces.

There are not many large bungalows that can be traded.

The set of Wang's villa that Wang Lin bought from Shang Liwen can be regarded as a masterpiece.

And this villa is between Wang's Villa and the Congee Restaurant.

But the asking price of this house is 500 million, which is more expensive than Wang's villa.

But such houses are hard to come by.

Now that Wang Lin has seen it, no matter how expensive it is, he will definitely buy it.

In the spacious and bright living room with high ceilings, there are two men sitting, one is a foreigner and the other is a Chinese.

The servant stepped forward and said, "Sir, someone wants to see the house."

The foreigner snorted and looked at Wang Lin: "Welcome to my house. I'm going to sell this house, you can visit it as you like. The price is 500 million RMB, not a penny less."

Wang Lindao: "You are the owner of this house?"

"Of course it's mine! This is the house my grandfather left me!" The foreigner spoke fluent Chinese, "My grandfather was England's ambassador to the Qing Dynasty!"

Wang Lin thought it was no wonder, and asked again: "Sir, why do you want to sell this villa?"

The foreigner said impatiently: "I'm going back to China! I won't come to Shanghai again! It's as simple as that!"

Wang Lin nodded and toured the house under the guidance of his servants.

The decoration style of the house is all British style, and all furniture and electrical appliances are imported.

The wooden spiral staircase handrail is particularly tasteful.

Come to the second floor.

The servant knocked on the door of one of the bedrooms and said, "Miss Anne, someone is coming to see the house."

The door opened, and a white-haired puppy ran out.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a long skirt came out, with a tall and slim figure and a slender waist, which was out of proportion to the scenery on her chest.

"It's you?" The woman looked disgusted when she saw Wang Lin, "You want to buy this house?"

"Yes." Wang Lin nodded lightly.

The woman ran to the stairs and shouted down, "John! You can't sell this house to him!"

John the Alien asked in the living room below: "Why?"

"No reason, just can't sell to him! I don't like him!"

"This is a house sale, you don't need to like it! Shut up! I'm so upset right now! I need money! I need a lot of capital! You stupid woman with big breasts and no brains, shut up! Go back to your room!"

"John!"

"roll!"

The woman turned around and gave Wang Lin a bitter look: "Can you afford it? Five million!"

Wang Lindao: "As long as I like something, I can afford it! I think this house is very good, so I bought it!"

"You, you! You are a bad person! You are all bad men!" The woman ran into her room, but she quickly ran out again and took her puppy into her arms.

The maid made a helpless expression towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin shook his head lightly.

He came downstairs and said to John, "I bought this building!"

The irritability on John's face was released in an instant, and he showed a rare smile: "Great, sir! Finally someone can afford to buy my villa! When will you be able to trade?"

"I can do it anytime."

"How about today? You don't have to wait for the sun to rise tomorrow! Let's go to the housing management center to complete the transfer procedures!"

"Yes!" Wang Lin didn't talk nonsense.

John said to the Chinese man beside him: "Mr. Chen, did you hear that? I will have money soon! Can you leave now? I will contact you again."

The man surnamed Chen smiled slightly: "Okay, Mr. John."

He shook his suit and nodded to Wang Lin before leaving.

John seemed to be waiting for the money to save his life. He was afraid that Wang Lin would regret not buying it, so he immediately went to the housing management office with Wang Lin to go through the formalities.

Wang Lin called the company's lawyer and asked him to come over and handle the transfer procedures together.

Since 1950, my country has promulgated the "Provisional Regulations on Deed Tax", stipulating that deed tax is levied on land, house sales, pawns, gifts and exchanges.

The deed tax rate is [-]% to [-]%.There are certain differential tax rates for the transfer of ownership of different subjects, different regions, and different types of housing.

The procedure is simple, but the transaction can only be completed after paying taxes.

It is generally impossible to complete the entire transaction in one day.

But I don't know who John found, and he paid the relevant taxes on the same day, and then completed the transaction procedures within one day.

Of course, Wang Lin wished that the sooner the better.

After getting the house book, the house belongs to him.

After completing the transaction, John happily held Wang Lin's hand: "Very good! Thank you very much. Well, in this way, we will move out today, and you can move in tomorrow."

"Okay!" Wang Lin said, "Then it's settled!"

After finishing all this, the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

When Wang Lin was about to return to the company, he answered a phone call.

"Hello? Who is it?" Wang Lin picked up the big brother and put it to his ear.

"Mr. Wang, hello, I'm Chen Xiaoxi."

"Xiaoxi! Hehe, hello. Is there something wrong?"

"Mr. Wang, Wenxiu got into an argument with someone, and it was very violent! Did you come over and have a look?"

"What?" Wang Lin suddenly remembered that this afternoon, Li Wenxiu was going to hold a management meeting, just to raise his prestige.Could something be wrong?
"Wenxiu was having a meeting in the auditorium, and more than a dozen people were late. Wenxiu said that their bonuses would be deducted, and these people had no share in the benefits of today's meeting. A director became angry and argued with Wenxiu. The two sides were about to fight." Chen Xiaoxi was anxious said, with an urgent tone.

Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "You call the guards to the scene! Protect Wenxiu! Don't let her get hurt!"

"En. Good." Chen Xiaoxi said, "Mr. Wang, are you coming?"

"I'm already on my way, I'll be here right away."

Wang Lin hung up the phone.

Without waiting for Wang Lin's orders, Uncle Zhong slammed on the gas pedal and accelerated to Shenfang Factory.

Wang Lin didn't expect that someone would really disrespect Li Wenxiu so much!

No one in the factory knew, and no one knew, that Li Wenxiu was Wang Lin's wife?
If you don't give Li Wenxiu face, you don't give Wang Lin face!
The corner of Wang Lin's mouth could not help but sneer.

In the afternoon, there are few people on the road.

The car driven by Uncle Zhong was fast and steady, and he soon arrived at Shenfang Factory.

The guard saw Wang Lin's car approaching, saluted and let it go.

Wang Lin told Uncle Zhong to drive the car to the factory hall.

The auditorium is a red brick building, although there is little whitewash, it has an industrial style.

Striking big-character slogans and slogans of the times are painted on the outer walls of the auditorium.

Wang Lin got out of the car and strode towards the gate of the auditorium.

Knowing that there was a conflict inside, Uncle Zhong also got out of the car and followed Wang Lin.

Wang Lin pushed open the heavy wooden door and heard the fierce quarrel inside.

A man yelled loudly, "Li Wenxiu, what kind of onion are you? Don't you just rely on you having a man who is the boss? What are you capable of being the director of the factory? How dare you give orders here? ? There are many people who are better than you in this factory! Anyone who is the factory manager is much better than you!"

Li Wenxiu said: "I can be the acting director, this is an appointment from the bureau! Who dares to refuse?"

Yagong roared loudly: "I don't accept it! Why should you be the director of the factory at such a young age?"

Li Wenxiu sneered, "You want to be the factory manager? I'm afraid you're not qualified enough!"

Yagong said in a voice, "I'm not qualified, but there are plenty of people in our factory! Even me, my working experience is more than ten years longer than yours! When I was working in the factory, you were still playing in the mud outside!"

"Hahaha!" Someone burst into laughter.

A cold star flashed in Li Wenxiu's pretty eyes: "Yang Shengfa, don't make personal attacks! This is an era that emphasizes education and ability! Don't use the old set of seniority as an argument! Even if it's seniority, it's not your turn! "

"I'm not qualified, but Shi Funianshi, the deputy director of our factory, must be qualified, right? If you didn't have the support of your man, you would be able to become the director of the factory so quickly? I'm afraid you are still working as a factory in the finishing workshop! "

"Don't keep talking about my man! I can be the director of the factory because of my ability! If you have the ability, you can also be me?"

"Li Wenxiu, do you dare to say that you didn't take advantage of Wang Lin's influence? If it weren't for Wang Lin, it would be strange for you to be the director of the factory! None of us would know that you were picked up by Wang Lin alone?"

The dispute between the two sides has become more and more intense, and has entered a white-hot stage.

The two called each other by their first names without any respect or politeness, and only wanted to attack each other verbally.

What was chilling was that Li Wenxiu, the director of the factory, was being attacked, but the surrounding area was full of onlookers, and no one stepped forward to speak up for Li Wenxiu.

Wang Lin could not help but slow down as he was walking very fast.

He realized that someone in the factory was doing something wrong!

Some people want to be promoted, so Li Wenxiu must be pulled down first.

Is that person Shi Funian?

But it's not necessarily true, maybe Shi Funian was also being used as a pawn.

Because anyone who directly confronts Li Wenxiu will definitely be beaten to death.

And the real behind-the-scenes instigator sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, and then reaps the benefits of the fisherman!

Yang Shengfa is just a small workshop director. There is no direct conflict of interest between him and Li Wenxiu. Whoever becomes the factory director has no influence on him.

Unless he is paving the way for someone else to rise to the top!
In Wang Lin's thought, many thoughts and judgments flashed across.

He had a calculation in his mind.

Yang Shengfa raised his hands: "Comrades, do you think so? Li Wenxiu was able to become the director of the factory so quickly because of Wang Lin's backing!"

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came over: "You're right! Li Wenxiu took advantage of my power, Wang Lin, to become the director of the factory! It was indeed me who became the director of the factory! It works!"

Chen Xiaoxi shouted happily: "President Wang is here! President Wang is here!"

The auditorium, which was noisy just now, immediately quieted down.

The audience was silent for an instant, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at Wang Lin.

With his head held high and his chest held high, Wang Lin strode up to Li Wenxiu.

Seeing him approaching, Li Wenxiu felt an urge to cry for some reason.

She pursed her lips tightly and looked at Wang Lin with teary eyes.

Wang Lin walked to her side, held her hand, nodded to her, then scanned the audience, and said in a deep voice: "I am the man behind Li Wenxiu! I am her backstage! Who dares to refuse? Get out of here!" "

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