Reborn in the red age

After remembering that he had a bank, Li Qingfeng touched his nose and asked a very crucial question, that is, does his bank have the qualifications and ability to undertake stock underwriting business?
When setting up this bank, Li Qingfeng had the intention of not wasting time, so he just occupied this toilet first, and as for whether to use it or not, he could worry about it later.

At that time, the rules were still not perfect, so it was relatively easy to get a bank license. If we had waited a few more years for the policy to be tightened, we would have had to wait until 14 when online payment developed before we could get a bank license.

He Guangqin thought for a while, shook his head, and then nodded: "When our bank was registered, the Commercial Bank Law had not yet been promulgated, and there was no clear separation of business operations and management system in the country. Except that our bank cannot directly absorb public deposits, it can be involved in a variety of financial business areas, including stock underwriting. As long as we have the right staff, we can start work immediately."

"Really? What's the current situation of the bank? How many cities does it have branches?" Li Qingfeng became interested and asked about the current situation of the bank.

"We have established branches in the capitals and key cities of the remaining 33 provincial administrative regions, except for Formosa."

“How’s the staffing?”

When this was mentioned, He Guangqin looked at Li Qingfeng with a strange expression and did not answer the question directly.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by He Guangqin, Li Qingfeng frowned and raised his voice to ask, "What's going on? If you have any questions, just say it directly. Don't be so fussy."

"It's like this. Didn't you say at the time that you didn't need any staff for the time being? Just set up the scaffolding and have a security guard stand at the door to open the door when work starts and lock the door when off duty?" He Guangqin had a strange look on his face. When he said this, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng was stunned and asked doubtfully, "So the bank currently only has more than 30 security guards?"

"No"

"Where is it?"

"There are only three formal employees, all of whom are at the headquarters. The president is Wu Qiaowen, the former manager of the domestic headquarters of Lemon Company. In addition to him, there is a switchboard operator and a clerk. The remaining security guards are all temporary hired old men and are not considered bank employees."

“Let’s find a broker.”

Li Qingfeng chuckled and shook his head. He originally thought that this lithography factory was just a makeshift team, but he didn't expect that there were masters. This bank was not even as good as a makeshift team.

A photolithography factory and a bank, these two units are simply amazing, and can be called the dragon and phoenix in Li Qingfeng's industries.

"Mr. Li, although the bank is currently understaffed, as long as it is fully staffed, it can undertake stock underwriting business. If not, we can do some auxiliary work. The bank can't just be left alone like this, why not take this opportunity to develop our banking business?" He Guangqin suggested cautiously.

Li Qingfeng leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. After a moment of silence, he said, "That's true, but the lithography plant is about to go public, so how can we build a banking team while going public?"

He Guangqin nodded and stopped persuading him.

I just sighed in my heart, Lao Wu, I have done my best for you.

Speaking of which, Wu Qiaowen was also in a miserable situation. He thought that working in the bank was a good job with the prospect of promotion and salary increase. When the bank was first established, he went to find He Guangqin.

With He Guangqin's help, he got a position in the bank. He thought he would be able to make a big splash, but he didn't expect that when the bank was first established, it would buy buildings all over the country to build local branches, as if it was going to do something big.

Who would have thought that as soon as the branch was established, the bank became semi-idle and staff were transferred away one after another.

Finally, he was promoted several levels as a manager and eventually became the president of the head office. He couldn't be transferred even if he wanted to. He felt a headache facing his two subordinates every day.

Now that a company was finally going to go public, Wu Qiaowen immediately realized that this might be an opportunity for the bank to turn things around, so he immediately found He Guangqin again and asked him to help put in a few good words in front of Li Qingfeng.

We will try to get the bank to get the underwriting of Ziyun Equipment's stocks. If this is really not possible, we can just do some auxiliary business to give the bank some practical business to do so that it won't be idle all the time.

Unfortunately, Li Qingfeng now simply looked down upon the bank with three members, and Wu Qiaowen was destined to continue to stare at his two subordinates.

The plane landed slowly, and Li Qingfeng walked down the gangway with He Guangqin and the members of the listing committee prepared by Lemon Company.

Lu Fusheng from the Pengcheng branch of Lemon Company had been waiting at the airport for a long time. When he saw Li Qingfeng and others coming down, he quickly came forward to greet them warmly. After some greetings, they all took a car to the Shenzhen Stock Exchange.

Sitting on Lu Fusheng's Fei Chi 300, Li Qingfeng asked with a smile, "Old Lu, you don't feel disappointed when you switch from the Hutou Benz to the Fei Chi 300, right?"

"Chairman, in my opinion, a car is just a means of transportation. The key is to get the things you ask done well. Besides, this Mercedes-Benz 300 is also very comfortable to sit in. It is not worse than the Mercedes-Benz at all. How can there be a gap?" Lu Fusheng said with a smile.

Facing Lu Fusheng's answer, Li Qingfeng smiled and nodded: "Forget it, our company emphasizes seeking truth from facts. Good things are good, and bad things are bad. We can't say good things about this car just because it's our company's product. The Fei Chi 300 is just average. To be honest, it's not even as good as Audi."

"Alas, that's wrong. The Mercedes-Benz 300 is still a good car. Although the Audi is good, people don't recognize it. Now people recognize our Mercedes-Benz 300. Look at the ones running on the streets. We still have more Mercedes-Benz 300 than Audi." As he said this, Lu Fusheng pointed outside the car window, motioning Li Qingfeng to check the situation of the vehicles outside.

It happened that they were waiting for the traffic light at this time, and there were many cars parked on the road. Li Qingfeng looked outside in the direction of Lu Fusheng's finger, and saw that there were indeed a few cars speeding at 300 kilometers in the traffic flow under the traffic light, but there was only one Audi.

In addition, Li Qingfeng also saw two compact cars released by Mercedes-Benz this year. The rest were mostly joint venture cars such as Santana, Jetta, and Fukang.

As for domestically produced cars, Li Qingfeng only saw Xiali vehicles used as taxis and vans such as Songhuajiang and Changhe used for transporting goods.

Li Qingfeng retracted his gaze and said with emotion: "The domestic automobile industry has a long way to go. If we want to catch up with joint venture cars, we will need at least 20 years of accumulation."

After hearing Qingfeng Li's sigh, Lu Fusheng quickly agreed, "Chairman, you said it will take another 20 years, but I don't agree with that."

Ok?
Not to mention He Guangqin, even Lu Fusheng's driver couldn't help but step on the brakes.

What's going on? Lu Fusheng is crazy. He dared to tell the big boss that he didn't dare to communicate. Are you crazy? Who gave you the courage? Don't you want to do this anymore?
Just when He Guangqin was trying to smooth things over for Lu Fusheng, Lu Fusheng looked calm and continued calmly, "Chairman, I know that you have always been very accurate in your judgment of the industry, but I have a different opinion on the development of domestically produced cars."

"Since the launch of our Feichi 300, you can see how strong the development momentum of Feichi Automobile is. The gap with joint venture cars is narrowing visibly. The image of high-end cars has been established and recognized by the people. The new low-priced cars have received a good response in the market, and their sales have exceeded Santana." "I think under your leadership, it will take less than 20 years for the domestic automobile industry to grow. In ten years, maybe just ten years, driven by Feichi Automobile, the domestic automobile industry will be able to stand up straight in the market and be on par with joint venture cars."

After listening to Lu Fusheng's flattery, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. This old Lu was really good at talking. Li Qingfeng now admired him even more.

He Guangqin standing by was also secretly impressed. This old fellow's ability to flatter others had improved compared to the past, and now he even used military tactics.

It’s amazing. It’s really amazing.

Qingfeng Li was moved by Lu Fusheng's smile, so he asked, "Old Lu, how long have you been in Pengcheng?"

Lu Fusheng was secretly delighted, knowing that his chance had come. He suppressed his joy and showed an expression of emotion on his face: "Chairman, I joined the company in 82 and was sent to Pengcheng to build a factory in 86. Now it has been exactly ten years."

"You joined the company in 82, so you are still a veteran of the company, Lao Lu."

“I can’t say I’m a veteran. I’m just fortunate enough to have witnessed the company’s ups and downs over the years and grown along with the company.” Lu Fusheng waved his hand modestly, still with that perfect smile on his face.

Li Qingfeng smiled and did not talk about this matter anymore, nor did he talk about the preparations before listing. Instead, he talked to Lu Fusheng about the development of Pengcheng.

The convoy slowly drove into the city. Li Qingfeng and others did not stay in the hotel, but directly moved into the villa area arranged by Lu Fusheng.

When passing by the game console factory, Li Qingfeng even asked the convoy to turn in for an inspection. The game console factory had become increasingly decadent over the years.

Tetris was once a best-seller around the world. However, as the company's internal research and development focus shifted to electronic games, investment in game console hardware gradually decreased, resulting in slow updates and replacements for subsequent products, which gradually failed to keep up with the pace of the market.

Now it has completely lost its competitiveness and can only compete with other game manufacturers in the country.

In a few years, when the domestic market is saturated, this old factory that has been open for more than ten years will probably be demolished and a building built.

After taking a short rest in the villa area, Li Qingfeng changed into the vest and shorts that the locals liked to wear, and started wandering around with He Guangqin and Lu Fusheng.

"Chairman, I have already made arrangements. We have more than a dozen bodyguards following us, so you can be assured of safety along the way."

After getting out of the car and starting to walk, they stood at the intersection of a village in the city and whispered in Qingfeng Li's ear.

He Guangqin could not help but exclaimed: "It is 96 now, and the second severe crackdown is underway."

"Pengcheng has a developed economy and a large floating population. People also need to eat. How could they be obedient just because of this?" Lu Fusheng shook his head and explained.

After listening to what Lu Fusheng, who had been in Pengcheng for a long time, said, Li Qingfeng wanted to go back. After all, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

The motorcycle gangs in Pengcheng are a bunch of desperate criminals.

I heard that when they go out to rob on motorcycles, they carry machetes. When snatching bags, they will chop off people's arms to make it easier to take the bags.

Perhaps sensing Li Qingfeng's concern, Lu Fusheng quickly said, "Chairman, don't worry. I have deployed people in front and behind, all of whom are equipped with pneumatic pistols that shoot steel balls. If anyone is riding a motorcycle, our people will immediately shoot them down from the vehicle."

Before October 1996, airguns were legal to own and could be purchased openly in stores.

"Is this okay? The air gun is quite powerful. It won't kill anyone, right?" He Guangqin asked.

Lu Fusheng waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "If they die, they die. In Pengcheng, if they are motorcycle gang members, not only will they not be guilty if they are beaten to death, but they will be commended."

Knowing that his safety was guaranteed, Li Qingfeng waved his hand to interrupt their conversation and strode deeper into the village in the city.

The roads in the urban village are narrow, the houses are crowded together, the electric wires are tangled in the air, and there is some sewage flowing on the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell.

But there is a different kind of bustle here. There are various stalls on the street selling cheap daily necessities, and there are many people coming and going, all of them are migrant workers speaking with accents from all over the world.

"Boss, do you want to wash your hair? We can wash big or small heads here."

Not long after they entered, a woman dressed quite gorgeously stood at the door of a simple hair salon, winking and waving at Li Qingfeng and his friends, trying to solicit business.

As a Hong Kong native, he naturally understood Cantonese. He Guangqin saw that it was broad daylight and they were so straightforward in attracting customers. He couldn't help but pointed over there and exclaimed, "No, Lao Lu, this is so aboveboard!"

"It's normal, normal, it's like this here," Lu Fusheng said with an awkward smile.

The woman soliciting customers saw the hand pointing at her, and immediately walked over with a twist of her waist, speaking in not very standard Mandarin: "Boss, do you want to wash the big head or the small head? The girls here are all very skilled, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

"Uh we don't."

Before He Guangqin could finish his words, the woman grabbed He Guangqin's arm and dragged him inside.

While mopping, he said, "Hey, boss, don't be shy." He also shouted loudly into the house, "Girls, come out to greet the guests. There are guests coming."

As they were talking, several heavily made-up women came out, grabbed Li Qingfeng and Lu Fusheng by the arms, and dragged them inside. (End of this chapter)