My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 638 Even awesome people are forced into it.
That year, Wei Dong transferred two or three hundred college students to Lao Cheng.

In addition to forty or fifty people who went to Shanghai Automotive Industry Corporation and Jiangzhou to investigate and demonstrate the production of auto parts.

Most of them became the backbone of the management team that Lao Cheng parachuted into Pingqi.

In the 1980s, it was an extremely extravagant talent war.

From production lines to workshops, and then to the management of new and old factories, a large number of college students have been placed in every link.

Now Wei Dong is to extract all this refined steel.

It all depends on whether each person has practiced diligently this year.

If we're short-staffed, we can just recruit from universities.

Wei Dong felt that, like many people born in the 1960s and 1970s who were frugal and stingy, the society, which had been used to hard times, was now so that even college students were reluctant to use their money and didn't know how to use it.

Instead, this has backfired, causing college students to become stagnant during this reform phase.

We must use it as much as we can.

After discussing with Lao Cheng his absolute leading role at the auto show, he went downstairs to stroll around the production line.

He observed the production line nodes that Lao Cheng pointed out to him.

Sure enough, it became clear that some down-to-earth and capable college student leaders had performances that surpassed those of ordinary people.

Moreover, even seeing Wei Dong appear at the production line, whether one's focus remains on the production line immediately becomes a benchmark.

Those guys who rushed over to pay their respects had no idea that they had basically been crossed out in Wei Dong's mind.

Rang Weidong, who had been scribbling and drawing in his notebook the whole way, naturally wrote down a series of employee numbers.

At noon, I chatted with a large group of production staff in the cafeteria about the significance of the Auto Expo and Auto Parts Fair before taking a shower and changing out of my work clothes.

Mao had already driven the 212 over and was waiting at the entrance. He asked Wei Dong to drive around the two completed high-rise dormitory buildings of the car factory to observe the car brands that had moved in. Then, he drove to the TV building and was surprised by the completed building's exterior.

When the construction of the animal village began, Wei Dong actually used the most mature twenty-plus-story building design from the Jiangzhou City Design Institute.

Then everywhere they built, they all used the same foundation, including Liujin Building, Xishan Building, Dongjiaochang New City Commercial and Residential Building, Pingqi Dormitory Building, and Factory Dormitory Building. They were all the same, and the number of floors was around twenty-three or twenty-four.

At most, you can change the exterior materials and window styles like Wu Shengyun did, and it will look different.

Only the buildings constructed by the Hong Kong side, such as the five-star hotel in Pingjing and the forty-story building in Pudong, are entirely new designs.

This is the same old building, with a five-story podium added below, making the whole building somewhat "L" shaped.

These are things that Wei Dong was told when construction started.

But what I didn't expect was that the rooftop was modified in the end.

Adding a ring of "eaves," the golden kind, together with the white tiled exterior of the building, instantly gives it a classical feel reminiscent of the Forbidden City.

The passenger in the passenger seat, Mao, with his sharp eyes, exclaimed, "There's a roof on top, just like that!"

Tell Wei Dong to drive a little further away and turn around to check.

Sure enough, from a distance you can see that the rooftop not only has a ring of eaves around the terrace, but also a pointed base, making it feel like a small palace has been built on the roof.

This is an illegal structure!

Illegal constructions that do not conform to the original design.

Although they had created a small garden on their fifth-floor roof, it was a private plot built within the factory area and was generally unmanaged.

Moreover, it's not eye-catching when you touch it carefully.

You're acting like you've placed an imperial seal there!

What the hell is this place? And this place... Wei Dong quickly grabbed Mao'er and handed her the map to look at. Thank goodness, it's not directly on the central axis of the museum, but just echoing the new building of Zhuan'ertai!
Old Jin has very high aspirations.

The newspaper that Mao handed over silently contained news about the newly completed brick-and-mortar TV building.

That's right. With National Day just around the corner, the TV station building is being rushed to completion as a gift project. Even if it hasn't been put into use yet, its exterior is already standing there.

It is said to be the tallest building in Pyeongkran at present.

The 27-story building is also L-shaped, with a total area of ​​80,000 square meters. The horizontal floors at the bottom are the later famous Spring Festival Gala studio.

The Jin Zhuoqun TV production building has 24 floors and a total area of ​​52,000 square meters. The four-story podium below it was something Wei Dong casually suggested could be used to build a small shopping mall, such as one that specializes in selling TV media equipment.

Now, driving back, I find the place bustling with people coming and going.

Wei Dong parked the 212 in an outdoor parking space, surrounded by Bluebirds, Toyotas, Cherokees, and even Mercedes-Benzes and Audis, but he didn't feel ashamed.

Mao followed at a distance, keeping a bit of distance, and watched as Wei Dong curiously entered the lobby of the annex building, where he immediately began exchanging pleasantries with Xu Rao and the others.

In the last month or two, this place has become their favorite spot to stake out.

I've never experienced the feeling of owning a building before.

fresh.

In 1986, even some of their younger siblings, who were still wearing old military uniforms, curiously followed their older brothers around here.

"Damn it, your people aren't coming, but your subordinates are quick and efficient at renovating the office. We had to go and see for ourselves to find out what's going on. How are you going to renovate the rest of the place?"

"Business suites, if you don't need an office, I suggest you convert them into business suites. You can make a steady flow of money over time. I got one in Jiangzhou, and there are tens of thousands of yuan in cash every day on the sixteenth floor."

"What can you do with tens of thousands of dollars? It's just a hassle..." "You're all talk and no action. I'll do it, I'll do it. You can manage our two floors too, Dongzi. We were talking about setting up a property management company for unified management, weren't we?"

"Is there a problem with the floors 13 to 21 that I reserved for you? If not, I'll switch with you."

"No problem, people from eastern Guangdong love the 18th floor the most, may you prosper, thank you everyone..."

"Hehe, guess what Lao Jin is going to do?"

It's a 24-story building with two underground parking levels. Wei Dong paid for it, but he didn't care about anything else. He took ten floors, including one parking level.

The other old Jins took eight floors, including one garage floor. Everyone else took eight floors, and Xu Rao took three floors, which was considered a lot. Some people even took one floor, but they didn't know what to do with it.

Everyone thought Wei Dong was generous and righteous.

Wei Dong was also painstakingly observing the renovation site of this four-story podium building.

The main building itself is only a little over a thousand square meters per floor, so the annex won't be too big either.

But now, by chiseling through the second and third floor slabs to create an open space, the area isn't large. Just the entrance area alone has been chiseled out to two or three hundred square meters, giving it a bit of a small shopping mall feel.

It's really small, even a bit cramped and stingy: "If you want to do business, I also built a commercial center in Jiangzhou to make a big shopping mall, but his area isn't enough. At the time, I suggested that he build a professional shopping mall around film and television equipment, but he said there are plenty of people who sell these kinds of high-end goods. What kind of idea is that?"

Wu Xi and the others arrived one after another at the agreed time, and they stood around with ambiguous smiles, letting Wei Dong make a judgment about the place, without saying a word.

When Jin Zhuoqun emerged from the construction site, surrounded by a large group of people, he already exuded an air of arrogance and grandeur. Those surrounding Rang Weidong began to whisper amongst themselves:
"Damn, he just went abroad, and he's gathered a huge group of intellectuals here lately, hasn't he?"

"None of your business, he just likes that kind of attitude."

"Hehe, look at how Dongzi does things, he's all alone now..."

"It's not just one person, is it? That's your younger brother over there. He looks unusual."

"Well, when he took down that traitor in Felipe, this younger brother was helping out, and maybe even the main culprit."

"Hey, hey, hey, even if we're close, we can't just say whatever we want. My younger brother helps me drive; he can't concentrate on his studies, so he can only help with chores."

"Damn, Dongzi, you're pretty quick on the uptake..."

Jin Zhuoqun had already come over to shake hands with Rang Weidong with great enthusiasm: "We've been waiting for you to give us your opinions and see if they're okay. You didn't tell him, did you?"

Everyone laughed and shook their heads.

Wei Dong humbly asked, "It must be something new. Could you explain it to me?"

Jin Zhuoqun gestured smugly, his pride barely contained: "It's true, as you said, a shopping mall that sells things is a bit too small, but using it as an office would be a waste, so in the end we decided to sell things. How to sell? Well, I happened to go with you to Citibank for a look around, and I saw them selling things on TV at night..."

Wei Dong couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!" repeatedly in his mind...

It really felt just like when the two of them and Yu Songhai sat in that little restaurant in Guocheng back then.

At our first meeting, Jin Zhuoqun immediately pointed out that the photography exhibition should have an inscription from a leader, which gave me a sense that his future ambitions were enormous.

He's someone who can succeed.

It now seems that even without Wei Dong, Jin Zhuoqun could still make a name for himself.

On the contrary, if Yu Songhai hadn't made such a butterfly effect, I wonder if he would have decided to go to the plateau, and if he had gone, I wonder if he would have been able to consolidate his advantages and become the head of the family.

Wei Dong has also been to Hong Kong, Japan, and North America, although he didn't have much time there, but he has watched television programs from these three places.

Of course, I won't get absorbed in TV dramas, news, or entertainment programs; I'll mainly watch the NBA.

I also caught a glimpse of TV shopping during that time.

There are fewer in Hong Kong and Japan, but a lot in North America.

But is that thing even watchable?

The veteran security guards on duty are most familiar with this kind of thing. They play this kind of trashy content during those garbage times in the middle of the night; it's just a scam to make money.

So he basically jumped over it.

The thought process didn't even linger on the cortical cells of the brain.

Xu Rao and others present had traveled abroad frequently, and Wu Xi also said that he had been overseas.

Nobody noticed.

Jin Zhuoqun, however, had a keen eye for it.

An industry that will still be vibrant thirty or forty years from now.

That must be a profitable industry.

It is even unaffected by the various ups and downs of the past few decades.

So Wei Dong had no choice but to give a thumbs up and exclaim, "Awesome!"

Jin Zhuoqun's eyes were overflowing with pride, as if he had just received praise from his homeroom teacher: "As expected, you understood as soon as I told you!"

Wei Dong nodded: "I've also done some sales work in North America, and we have a prodigy in Jiangzhou too. This guy actually started a mail-order column in newspapers and magazines to sell motorcycles. He messed it up in the end, but the idea was really brilliant. With some adjustments, it could make a lot of money..."

Everyone around, whether it was Xu Rao, Wu Xi and their group, or those who came with Jin Zhuoqun, was packed tightly together, listening intently.

Jin Zhuoqun frowned slightly, almost subconsciously. He was supposed to be the most awesome, so how did Wei Dong manage to get through him?

(End of this chapter)