My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 182 Infinite scenery on dangerous peaks

But we still have to fight for what we should fight for.

The reason why Weidong refused to join the system was that he knew that as long as he carried out reforms and innovations under the identity of the head of state-owned assets and state-owned enterprises, the state would be the main body in the end.

The director of a tobacco factory in southern Yunnan, the owner of a suit group in northern Hubei, the general manager of a shoe company in eastern Shandong, and the owners of several famous home appliance brands all work for the state.

If you are lucky, you will have a certain share or will have clearly divided your personal interests from the beginning, and in the end you will at least retire as a billionaire.

As long as you start to define yourself as a cadre within the system and lead an enterprise, you may be able to enjoy all the benefits while in office, and then you will truly be a retired cadre after retirement.

Comparing within the system may not be a big deal.

Compared with entrepreneurs who started their business at the same time, there is a world of difference between them.

Some people really lose their mentality because of this, and make a desperate effort when they are close to retirement, but in the end they get nothing.

Therefore, the premise for Weidong to agree to think carefully is that he is only leading the Reform Committee to carry out economic development and transformation of Shangzhou City in a business capacity.

He did not mention any special economic zones, administrative treatment, or his own industries outside Shangzhou: "In fact, what I can do is to use the money earned by other industries in other places and across the country to feed back to Shangzhou and Beijiaochang."

Of course, the old leader approved of this approach.

Dong Xueying could only feel a shock in her heart: "I...this, you, this is just a district chief?"

Wei Dong quickly declined: "No, no, no, we can't talk about any official position. This matter has not been concluded. We don't care whether the cat is black or white. As long as it catches the mouse, it is a good cat. The current situation is that no one knows what to do, so let's try everything."

He actually has a general idea of ​​the outline and is also familiar with the bottom line and red lines of the tax system.

This alone puts us far ahead of others.

It’s just that the development point of Shangzhou, the novice village, is too poor.

After leaving the city, Weidong tricked his wife out and drove to Beijiaochang together.

Although Dong Xueying was willing to give everything and do anything, she just refused to get married and didn't change her name, which made Weidong think so.

Anyway, I can’t get a marriage certificate now, so I’ll just wait for two years. There’s no rush.

Do things first.

The couple sat in the Isuzu double-row seat car, staring blankly outside.

In the scorching heat of mid-August, with temperatures over 30 degrees Celsius, the cabin of this double-row pickup truck feels a bit like the cockpit of a later aircraft. The front curved windshield is particularly large, giving the feeling of being in another world.

After crossing the stone bridge, there is a three-way intersection. One side leads to the highway outside the city to other counties, while the other side continues the street here.

So this intersection has a farmers' market, a bus station, and a factory. Unless it's a scorching sunny day like this, it's basically always crowded with people and full of noise.

Whenever it rains, the ground is definitely covered with mud instead of water. The constant flow of people and cars tramples on it, mixing it into a fine mud surface that is several inches thick. If you don't wear boots but rubber shoes or cloth shoes, you will basically be flooded and unrecognizable.

The tracks in the mud were clearly visible, and even the tire marks and markings of the cars were clearly visible.

After the rain, the muddy intersection needed two or three sunny days to become white. It did become white, but in less than half a day it was covered with dust, becoming a completely gray dam entrance.

Therefore, whenever it is a market day, this is considered to be the place where farmers from the surrounding areas gather to come to the city. It is characterized by many people, many cars, a lot of dust, a lot of mud, and a lot of cow dung. It is an extremely lively gathering place in the urban-rural fringe area.

The old leader did not draw any lines, did not make any specific assignments, and did not even put any constraints on Rang Weidong. As long as he dared, he could be transferred to any department as long as he could do it!
It is said that Weidong can make a difference in all places across the bridge.

The degree of freedom in the game given by NPCs is too high, which sometimes makes players confused. Where the hell do I start?
Of course, the advantage is that you can get gold coins outside the game and team up to do dungeons.

The two of them didn't get out of the car, not only because it was dusty outside, but also because it was hot.

Dong Xueying pointed to the intersection on the right and said, "Let's go over there and take a look. I remember the first one was a hemp spinning factory. A few years ago, there was a rumor that the city sold some gold bars hidden in their cellar to raise the money to open this factory. I even signed up to be a female worker there, but all the spots were taken. Now it seems they've stopped production because they can't sell the goods."

Let Weidong vent his wife's anger: "Then let's demolish this place first, hehe!"

Dong Xueying gave him a reproachful look: "You naughty boy, why did you push it? Old You and the others seem to have contacted this place. Actually, there is still a market for these sacks, right?"

Weidong certainly knew that the hemp spinning factory in Shangzhou City went bankrupt in the 1990s. Who used hemp bags after that? All kinds of woven plastic bags and fertilizer bags were everywhere. This factory, which was completely eliminated by the market, was built on a whim.

Wouldn't it be easier to clean up now that it's closed and vacant? The left side of the fork in the road leads outside the city, so there's a large open space. The farmers' market is all here, and even then, traffic has to squeeze onto the street, making for a chaotic mess. To the right, you enter a shantytown covered in thick dust. Even the factories look like illegal structures, with transformer poles and wires crisscrossing them.

It really makes people want to flatten everything after seeing it.

But the key is what to do after pushing it and how to change it into something productive.

There were not many shops these days. The hemp spinning factory was followed by the soap factory and was still in production, mainly using the fat from slaughtered pigs on the other side of the river. Weidong thought it would be enough to just fish it out of the creek. Apart from being a bit disgusting, it was also very profitable.

This was the first time Dong Xueying learned that soap was actually made from lard: "The trading house also sold scented soap, and I had no idea!"

The sixty-year-old security guard thought she was really as cute as a little girl: "Usually it's vegetable oil, less lard. This place is only doing it because of West Second Street. But as long as there are no export channels, small county-level soap factories can be built all over the country, so it's definitely not going to be big."

Dong Xueying nodded. "You know more. Old You worked at the glass factory when he was in his twenties. He was admitted to university, but they said he had a bad background and wasn't allowed to study. He ended up working at the glass factory, and then he spent every day studying Marxism-Leninism and debating with people. He said some things he shouldn't have said, and the first time he was arrested, he was expelled from the factory."

This made Weidong ponder this question as well: "If I get caught in the future, you still have to remember to rush to rescue me."

It was originally a joke, but Dong Xueying got nervous and bit her lip firmly: "Catch me, I'll take the blame!"

Let Weidong tease: "Why, you want to have a baby again?"

Dong Xueying didn't smile: "I'm not afraid. With you and Xiaoqing taking care of Xiaodie, I have nothing to fear. I'll take care of the names here."

Rang Weidong reached out and patted her arm. "We are of one mind. I can't bear to see you suffer, much less suffer poverty. This situation doesn't mean I won't be let off just because your name is on it... This afternoon, I'll test the power of the director of the Reform Committee. First, I'll apply for construction of that building in the name of your food factory shareholders. It doesn't need to be too high, six or seven stories will be enough. We don't need an elevator to save money."

The major shareholder of the food factory is Rang Weidong's grandmother, who holds nearly 60% of the shares, Dong Xueying holds 30%, Li Erfeng holds 10%, and Ding Haifeng's wife holds a symbolic fraction.

But the concept behind this factory building was different: "The food factory's site is rented. The collective belongs to the Industrial Bureau, but the building belongs to the company. It's like your house. The land belongs to the state, but the building on the land was built before liberation and should be returned to you. We'll do it this way too. We won't argue about the ownership of the land. We'll just build the building first and get things done."

Dong Xueying followed suit and adjusted to the rules of the game: "It's the same here? After the land is demolished, it belongs to the state, and the house belongs to so-and-so?"

Rang Weidong hummed: "With the profitability of sanitary napkins and cameras, building a few houses here is not a problem. The problem is what to build them for?"

Dong Xueying couldn't help but look back and said, "If we had known earlier, we would have built the food factory here?"

Let Weidong laugh: "Don't worry, maybe one day, we can take over all of West Second Street and slowly build it ourselves."

Anyone who says this will definitely be laughed at as wishful thinking, because that is a street consisting of a bunch of quaint Western-style buildings and various foreign trade factories.

Who dares to speak so arrogantly?

But in Dong Xueying's eyes, it was really possible. Instead, she looked at it a little longer, moved the corners of her mouth but didn't say anything.

In fact, there is only the match factory, and these factories are not very profitable and are not large in scale. Further ahead, the distribution of communes is becoming increasingly sparse. Because of the mountainous area, there are not many farmlands.

There are all kinds of dirty bungalows and tiled sheds on the roadside, and there are not many residential areas. Who would want to live in such an urban-rural fringe area?

There is no large influx of rural people into cities to work, so there is no demand for this.

So Weidong took a look around, and when he walked back, he asked his wife to take out the X-ray camera from the armrest box and took a whole roll of photos.

Dong Xueying went to arrange for the construction company to change the building drawings based on the previous contact, and contacted the construction team to prepare to demolish the brick and tile bungalow and dig the foundation!

Just because he is the director of the Reform Committee, he is so arrogant.

Let Weidong go find Ding Haifeng himself, then contact the other regular members of the Redevelopment Committee. Then they squeezed into the double-row seats for the meeting. "Try not to smoke. The main thing is that we have air conditioning here. We will also build an air-conditioned building as soon as possible so that everyone can work comfortably. In a nutshell, who is willing to be the manager of this newly developed area? There are risks, but the rewards should be great."

In fact, he made an appointment with Ding Haifeng first and then found other people because he asked for the opinion of his "old superior".

If he is willing to shed his skin and become an official, Weidong will definitely give him priority support, but if Ding Haifeng continues to be a policeman, it may be more effective in supporting the work in this area.

Ding Haifeng, who still wants to continue being a policeman, has a similar view.

So now I am quietly squeezed in the corner and observing everyone.

Including Rang Weidong, there were eight people squeezed into the double-row seats.

Rather than forty years later, the difference in the circumstances between these eight people seemed to have opened up at this moment.

(End of this chapter)