My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 120 The Three Pillars of Technology, Industry and Trade Are the Kingly Way
But You Qili's ability to persuade and incite is really strong.

The people in the detention center treated him politely and tried their best not to make him suffer.

The members of the Reform Committee also remained almost silent when they asked Weidong to return to the city.

Because You Qili is just like the positive and progressive principles that MLM talks about, they are all right.

Ordinary people are easily moved when they compare their reality with their own.

Everyone is poor now. The more opportunities we have to travel and see the outside world, and get in touch with higher levels, the more we will realize that reform is imperative.

It is hard to say what the future holds for this competitive situation.

Over the past decade, there have indeed been countless people from the bottom of society who bet on the right stocks and eventually became extremely successful.

So everyone is reluctant or afraid to get involved.

But let alone risking one's life and property as a stepping stone, one would even hesitate to give up one's existing stable job and jump into the sea.

So they just dragged it on without saying anything.

Almost all people can only follow the path opened up by the great people.

Even Rang Weidong himself has no confidence at this moment.

Nor did they explain to these people that You Qili's desperate opposition was just to establish his own character.

That's how he sees it anyway.

Because Dong Xueying had helped Lao You to pass on information before, and was sent everywhere to appeal and submit materials, all in order to gain fame.

We have to make some noise.

Now that I've been enlightened, I don't want to listen to that brainwashing rhetoric anymore.

Let Weidong take over. This guy's personality is like that of a fire extinguisher.

He must know that things like the blank paper hero will never happen again.

This road is no longer passable.

No matter how high-sounding You Qili's tone is, he always wants to raise the banner and be torn to pieces.

He explained softly, "I went to northern Hebei to establish a deal with the trading house for northern beef and mutton tallow. I ultimately transferred this business relationship between the chemical plant and the oil dealer. I felt that this project required the use of train cars. We could handle it once or twice without any expense, but maintaining this kind of train car capacity for a long time would be a bit of an overestimation of our ability to maintain relationships..."

You Qili frowned again.

Rang Weidong meant to ask for advice: "...So, considering the characteristics of Shangzhou's foreign trade in pig bristles and casings, which leaves a lot of offal resources wasted, I've promoted a food factory to produce delicious specialty snacks, striving to make it a new pillar industry in Shangzhou."

You Qili's thinking immediately changed. "With so many hungry manufacturers and unsold goods, and a vast market eager for various products, shouldn't limited funds be used effectively for purchasing and sales? You're spending precious time on production, but you might be completing ten sales here, and you can guarantee that everything you produce can be sold? Then all the products of countless manufacturers on the market can be sold. The contradiction between supply and demand is the key to the entire market. You're grasping at sesame seeds and forgetting the big picture."

From his actual perspective, it seems to be correct.

Weidong was still unable to explain how this vacuum-packed snack became Shangzhou's first multi-millionaire, and he didn't want to reveal in front of a bunch of people that he was advertising for Panda, so he had already formed a sales team of college students from all over the country.

So after a slight pause, You Qili began to talk about his business philosophy, which was not to get caught up in the complicated relationship between production and labor assets, but to concentrate on doing business.

But let Weidong not argue. In front of so many former members of the task force, no matter what he said, the transcript would probably be on the desk by tomorrow morning.

After returning home for dinner, I complained to Dong Xueying, "Is he afraid of being labeled a capitalist? That's why he refuses to start his own factory. I think at this stage... only a factory can truly survive for decades."

Because in his impression, several suit brands and home appliance giants seemed to have established themselves at this stage and eventually built billions of assets.

He actually didn't know that most of these were state-owned factories.

And the short selling that You Qili emphasized will ultimately be a waste of time, right?
The more they came into contact, the more likely Wei Dong would become suspicious from his later perspective.

Dong Xueying picked up some food for him and said, "When we were at the trading house, they talked a lot. I was in charge of the counter and had less contact. But he was in the detention center, and I became the only one outside. That's why I had to visit him two or three times a month to pass on some information. You and he are both great people. This should be considered a dispute over the direction. I stand on your side, hehe."

Wei Dong scratched his head. "I'm not arguing with him. I just don't agree with his approach. I still need to learn from his courage and thinking, like today..."

At this time, one of the country girls who had just eaten a few mouthfuls of rice and gone out to explore the "big city" came back and said, "Sister Dong, there's a call for you at the intersection."

Dong Xueying quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks, took off her apron and walked away quickly.

The light blue shirt and black trousers were very tight.

Li Erfeng also helped Weidong pick up some food: "Why do I suddenly feel that she is a bit weird?"

Wei Dong was surprised. Are all women so sensitive? He calmed down and said, "Really? It's the same for everyone. I'm telling you, you're probably the only one who can handle this food factory. At least during this period, I'll be traveling back and forth frequently to Jiangzhou and Shangzhou, and the workshop over there is also about to start production. You should keep a close eye on these things..."

No one could be found from outside, and the farmer's son did not dare to take the responsibility, and was even worse than Goudan. Only Erfeng was brave enough to take some responsibility.

She, who had a completely different subjective initiative, listened attentively after hearing what was said.

Dong Xueying quickly returned with a beaming smile: "Xiaoqing called. She said she would go to Jiangzhou with the cadres from her assigned unit in a couple of days. I want to go see her."

The gravel business at the dock is still registered under the trading company's account. Even if the profit is slim, it is still a few thousand yuan, which can be used to pay some miscellaneous expenses.

But after last month, Dong Xueying's salary had been suspended, and she only received wages from the food factory. Lately, she's become addicted to selling prepared food, earning a few hundred yuan a day, which is a bit inflated. Rang Weidong nodded, "Okay, I should go back and take a look. You go to Jiangzhou to check out the situation. Maybe we should set up a sales company sooner rather than later, selling snacks, other things, and cameras..."

And you can leave at any time, just pack up a little and arrange to board any passenger ship passing by the nearby pier that night.

Now, those who make a living at the docks are eager to do something.

So another seven or eight people set off with a large crowd of people following them.

Shitou and Mao'er also happily hurried home to see their third sister.

Li Erfeng stood on the shore and sneered as she saw him off.

Dong Xueying even teased her: "It's okay, maybe she'll be back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

When they got on the boat, she joked with Weidong again: "If you want me to leave you alone, tell me not to come back."

Unusually lively.

Weidong was like countless other silent husbands. He hung the baby bag on his chest and skillfully took pictures of the beautiful young woman with his camera.

Dong Xueying posed on the side of the boat with her elbows propped up before she was reminded, "Xiao Qing was saying Secretary Zhang from the Rongdu office is missing. She's been there several times and hasn't seen him. She asked the camera factory that delivered the goods, and they said he's been transferred."

Let Weidong use the camera viewfinder to cover his face and calmly responded: "Yeah, right."

Dong Xueying didn't pay attention to it, and she had never seen it before.

She was happy. The two times she left Shangzhou before, she went to Pingjing, the provincial capital to file a complaint, and even took the risk of sneaking out of the country.

It’s never been as comfortable as it is now.

Rang Weidong was already very skilled, so he brought Shitou on board and arranged everything for everyone.

Then I used a letter of introduction to upgrade the two tickets to third-class sleeper berths, which became an eight-person room similar to the university dormitories later, with separate washrooms, toilets and even small dining rooms.

This is the reality that is easily torn apart by people with insight. Although they are still shouting slogans everywhere, they have actually already unknowingly widened the gap in levels.

So the flight that was so stressful and tiring last year can now be completed in just a comfortable sleep.

Just lying on the berth, Wei Dong would occasionally think of that tall figure.

Summer is the flood season, and the river water floods the stone steps.

Shitou and Mao'er were too familiar with this place. They pretended to be childish and helped Weidong get off the boat by holding his clothes. It was unknown how much work they had done here.

Fortunately, I can calm down now and I can even breathe a sigh of relief when I get on the bus.

Rang Weidong was also told to point out a place selling children's toys and small commodities. Two or three young men and women were squeezed in to replace the three siblings' stall. With Shen Cuiyue directing things from behind, the business was pretty good.

The Malatang shop's business is even better.

It was only the morning and a large group of people were busy inside and outside. Weidong was asked to take people over to give a brief introduction and say hello to his parents.

He took the mother and daughter to the guesthouse and said, "You rest here. I'll leave a thousand yuan. You can buy whatever you want. When Xiaoqing comes back and confirms the company, we can find a place to rent. Then we can live together as a family. I'm going to do some business."

A mature young lady will not cling to others all the time, nor will she refuse the thick pile of cash on the table.

But mainly, he looked at the place inside and out, admired the golden signs, and used his tongue to find the clothes that Weidong had casually thrown on the bedside hanger to wash.

By the way, she saw Goudan and his friends bringing several large baskets of meat and vegetables. Shitoumao jumped onto the truck and drove off with a rumble. She frowned with worry.

But I couldn't suppress the corners of my mouth.

It felt like I had left the old and dilapidated streets and the dim and stale old tile houses, and suddenly arrived in the downtown area of ​​a big city. Looking up at the flocks of pigeons flying in the sky, they seemed so free.

Goudan and his team deliver groceries to the university "branch" every day and have become quite adept at it. "We need a refrigerator. Their sales are good, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter, so we can't store anything."

Weidong was sitting in the passenger seat, relaxed like a boss. "Take some time to ask the people here if anyone is willing to go on a business trip. You can sign up and get more travel allowances. But you have to be able to guard your things and work hard. It's not as lively and fun as it is now with just two or three people out there."

Goudan actually took the initiative to hand over the power: "Comrade Shen is the one who takes care of everything..."

Wei Dong sighed helplessly, but most men in their village were like this.

After finishing farm work, they like to get together to play cards, while women worry about the family livelihood.

He saw the back door of the university and asked Goudan to play basketball with him later.

Then the two little bastards couldn't wait to squeeze by the car window, stretching their necks and waving hard at the third sister on the side of the road.

It was the new suit I bought for the meeting that day.

But she wasn't wearing a suit jacket, her white shirt was tucked into her gray skirt, she was standing on a stool, wearing a mask and her hair was disheveled, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Keep order! Line up, there are some, there are some! Are you all having your period?! Why are you so panicked..."

At first glance, it's obvious that the place is packed with people buying sanitary napkins.

Weidong felt that it would be better to hand over the business to Shen Laosan. It would be pointless for a grown man like him to hang around Shen Laosan all day long.

(End of this chapter)