My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 461 People die for money
Of course, even with such a superficial contact, Wei Dong could sense that the other party was all talk and no action.

He has a wide network of connections, abundant resources, and strong relationships.

Perhaps in a few years or a decade, some people will learn to find exceptionally capable people to lead the work, making the most of their connections, resources, and relationships.

But that's not possible now. The country is in dire need of rebuilding, and all industries are starting from scratch with a commodity economy.

Everyone is learning.

That's why people find it hard to trust them now.

Because in this territory, they are like children wielding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, too easily injuring those around them.

The truly discerning and wealthy are actually quite hesitant to cooperate with them.

Even Shen Laosan thinks so.

After Xu Rao left, having no idea how to use the hard drive, and nodded to Wu Xi, they walked away.

The streetwalker behind the counter finally came over and said, "Sir, they've already got their eyes on you."

Wei Dongcai was surprised by what he had been so wary of: "Why are you thinking about this?"

Shen Cuiyue reached out and pushed the bowls and chopsticks of the two away: "What can these children of officials do? This is the age of making money. Their elders have never made money, so they have never seen money. But they are very wild."

Wei Dong frowned: "They're eyeing me?"

Shen Cuiyue shook her head: "They're not that capable yet. Your reputation for getting things done is already quite high. It's their elders who are trying to use you to suppress them. This is dangerous, like Mao'er dealing with tigers, wolves, lions, and leopards in a cage."

As Wei Dong tapped his fingers on the iron box, fragments of memories began to churn in his mind, prompting a further demand to revitalize the economy. The next step, naturally, would be for everyone to engage in commerce and become profiteers.

In this situation, no one could outmaneuver the various sons of officials, whose unscrupulous behavior quickly generated widespread resentment.

However, he raised an eyebrow: "Now Mao'er even dares to go into tiger and lion cages?"

Shen Cuiyue smiled charmingly instead: "Let him tinker with this as he pleases. If he gets burned because of it, that's his fate. I have no complaints."

Wei Dong couldn't figure it out: "Hey, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I know you're telling me it's best to stay away, but at least within the scope of what we can do, let's try to block it as much as possible, okay?"

Shen Cuiyue raised her hand and brushed her hair aside, exuding a charming air: "Actually, I'm not as clever or cunning as you, Master. I only have some knowledge and skills because of the elders in my family. So I can only offer reminders, not do anything about it. Even if you face mountains of knives and seas of fire, I will not complain."

Wei Dong was still a little touched, but when he looked up, he saw the undisguised sly teasing in Shen Laosan's eyes and laughed out loud: "Yes, yes, yes, your kung fu is pretty good now, I almost fell for it."

There's no need to say those four words anymore.

Shen Cuiyue smiled even more, her eyes crinkling: "Actually, what I meant was, since Xiaodie's mother has been gone for a while, why don't you and I start practicing kung fu together, sir?"

Wei Dong burst into laughter: "You're trying to trick me into a honey trap again. I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy, I can't get anything done if I'm sleepy..."

Having made up his mind, he stood up, patted the third brother on the shoulder, picked up the hard drive, and went to find someone to distribute it.

The remaining Jianghu girl took his wine cup and slowly sipped the remaining wine, her expression changing in various ways.

Ram quickly came over to tidy up the table without disturbing her as she leaned back, savoring the moment.

Sure enough, Wei Dong's computer research experts had never seen such a high-level imported product before.

People from the Chinese learning machine company are more knowledgeable. This kind of thing is called a Winchester hard drive, which was only developed in 1980.

The vacuum disk contains a "levitating flying head" technology, which is a high-tech technology that we absolutely cannot master at present.

It is also an "advanced storage model" that has not been widely promoted at present, and is even a bit too advanced.

It's so expensive that even European and American countries find it too pricey.

In Wei Dong's words, this means that hard drives may continue to be imported for many years, and the agency rights that he accidentally (through a combination of deception and trickery) took over from Xu Rao for free might allow him to control the import channels for many years.

The corresponding price to pay was to help Xu Rao and his team build the two buildings.

Wu Xi also laid it out to him like this: "We have to find some income to give these companies a breather. It's better than digging into computers and cars. Look how much foreign exchange these cars have cost. But we said we want to develop the automotive industry, so this is the only way..."

As he spoke, he pointed upwards.

Wei Dong vaguely understood, otherwise Pingqi wouldn't have made such a big show of being the first car company to enter the market.

The Santana was actually authorized to be produced in Shanghai starting in 83, but Shanghai Volkswagen was only officially established this year. The problem is actually similar to that of the Cherokee.

However, Shanghai residents and foreign investors certainly don't engage in such confrontations; their focus is solely on improving the localization rate to reduce foreign exchange consumption.

“This localization is no simple matter. It requires building a modern national automotive parts production supply chain from scratch. I made a solemn pledge with that person in the Economic Commission to increase the localization rate using market economy methods.” Wu Xichun, an outsider, said: “That’s why you are the most remarkable one. Including real estate reform, if you didn’t claim that you were trying to build these two buildings, it would be very difficult to get approved. Privately owned buildings, do you know what that means? They are trying to take advantage of you.”

Wei Dong suddenly realized: "The dormitory building of Pingqi was the earliest attempt at a mixed-use building in Pingjing?"

Wu Xi nodded: "No, you didn't do that before. In fact, you skipped several steps, such as buying a house with a loan and selling off-plan properties. I don't know where you got the audacity. You always say you don't want to do real estate, but when you get down to business, you're so precise and ruthless. Luckily, you didn't take a single penny of the benefits, otherwise it would be hard to explain."

Wei Dong had already driven the Cherokee to the edge of the train station square and pointed to the dilapidated vacant lot in front of him: "That's the first privately owned office building in Pingjing, and over there is the first privately owned luxury hotel?"

Wu Xi hesitated for a moment and then said, "The last layer of paper is too thin to hold back any longer. You can set an example for us on how to do this legally and reasonably. What I can guarantee is that the office building belongs to you and Lao Jin. While keeping him in check, we can also ensure that there won't be any trouble with the office building. Furthermore, we need to show everyone how commercial office buildings should be built and managed. I heard that what you did in Jiangzhou is not perfect yet, but it already has the idea. They will naturally figure it out themselves after seeing it. The hotel has the foundation of a military guesthouse, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

That's what happened.

Deep down, wouldn't Wei Dong like to own a building in Pingjing?

I want to, I really want to.

Of course, his goal was different from Jin Zhuoqun's, which was to establish a landmark in the capital. Instead, his business was expanding in scale and he needed a foothold in Pyeongjing.

The current limitation on the size of Dongsheng Trading's Pingjing branch is actually the lack of a headquarters.

With over a hundred new employees using the sanitary napkin factory as their office, it's no longer in line with the positioning of a modern business enterprise.

But in a city as large as Beijing, Wu Xi and his team could definitely find a cheap and spacious office space, maybe even a very high-class one.

What Wei Dong longed for was a pure commercial office building like his own White Building, which could directly project an image of legitimate business organizations to all parties.

He even goes so far as to avoid giving the impression that his company has a powerful background.

In addition, there are hundreds or even thousands of college students working part-time in sales, at car companies and computer company sales centers.

The courtyard in the alley where the sanitary napkin factory was located was indeed an old, dilapidated place.

So he warned Jin Zhuoqun too early: "Damn, I told Lao Jin not to build a big business in Beijing, or he wouldn't live to enjoy it. How am I supposed to face him now?"

Wu Xi also saw Jin Zhuoqun's brand-new Cherokee: "Hehe, if you hadn't come, he would have had countless ways to take it away. It's different if you came."

Wei Dong clicked his tongue in disapproval: "Judging from your tone, I'll be taken away by countless methods in the future too?"

Wu Xi joked, "You're a reform figure being watched by everyone now. Anyone who wants to seize your assets will have to come up with something concrete. So, conversely, you have to behave well and do things properly so that no one can find any fault with you. As long as you don't have any fault, even without me, you can still contact people, right?"

Wei Dong wouldn't say that it's impossible to be 100% innocent in business, and he chuckled as he parked the car.

He drove that Jeep CJ over to talk things out with Wu Xi.

Old Geng's bodyguard, assistant, and driver followed behind in a Cherokee belonging to the vice president of the car company.

Shen Cuiyue, wearing a pair of non-prescription glasses, came down with them and looked around.

They were all nodding in agreement.

It's only four or five hundred meters from the train station square, so I wonder if it's convenient for traveling all over the country.

Railway police had previously warned that this auspicious place was rife with problems, and that ordinary people should stay away from it.

Those who stand with Jin Zhuoqun are certainly not ordinary people.

They handed over the approval documents while chatting and laughing.

Old Geng and his team quickly assessed the surroundings, as if they had a ruler in their eyes: "A plot of land about 100 by 70 meters, approved for 40,000 square meters, probably not many floors."

Wei Dong was very familiar with it: "It's similar to the Liujin Building in Jiangzhou, a building that's thirty to fifty meters square, with more than twenty floors including the podium. There should be enough parking spaces around the ground. This place will definitely be a bustling and prosperous place in the future, driving the vigorous development of the domestic TV drama industry."

Jin Zhuoqun immediately turned around and praised him: "Wei Dong dared to take on the heavy responsibility of real estate reform, and now he is leading the trend of domestic production of electronic computers and automobiles. They complement each other. I heard that foreign TV stations are now highly involved in computer production."

He probably didn't know that Xu Rao had failed in the computer industry, and he didn't even realize that he had unintentionally offended him.

Wei Dong noticed the strange smiles on several people's faces, so he directly offered his plan to distract them: "There's an aspect of the housing reform that hasn't been clearly defined yet, which is how the land is calculated. As far as I know, this land belongs to the railway side, so I think that given the importance of this location, the landowner should hold at least one-third of the building. How should this be calculated? Should they take one-third of the floors to manage themselves, or should they hand it over to this side for unified management and profit sharing?"

As expected, this instantly caused a different light to appear in everyone's eyes, but Jin Zhuoqun quickly frowned.

It's obvious he just can't bear to part with it.

This is truly a situation where birds are dying for food.

(End of this chapter)