My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 688 Who is this person?

It's a skill that comes naturally to him.

Actually, getting off the bus made Wei Dong a little uneasy. He had known Lao Fang since the Economic Commission came to Jiangzhou and wanted to assign him to work at a private bank.

It seemed like he was having a very peaceful, casual conversation with this person.

I've never had that feeling of looking down from a high position.

He easily gained Wei Dong's trust, which made him talk on and on!

Now that it's been pointed out, I realize they're a master of empty talk!
The technique is simple: use statements, not questions.

People immediately lost their natural defensiveness when faced with questions and couldn't help but speak up.

This, combined with You Qili and his group's chatting techniques, was incredibly effective, even simpler and easier than the cigarette-offering method that Wei Dong later figured out.

You can't just throw around a basketball and spout off anytime, that's chicken bro.

For example, if you asked Wei Dong not to wear overalls now, people would rush to attack him: "Millions? Are you kidding me? He's got a ton of debt!"

"We're here to collect our debts!"

Some people were even peering out at the cars.

These days, parking spaces aren't lined up vertically; they're strung together along the roadside. So, the Mitsubishi SUV is sandwiched between Peugeot and BMW, and you can't see its license plate in the store.

"That BMW outside, is it the one Lao Peng drove away in? He can take it to settle the debt. Where are the car keys?"

"The family wants a share of the money? Perfect, let them come and pay compensation!"

The orphan and widow had never seen anything like this before, and they immediately knelt down and hugged Rang Weidong's legs, crying.

Perhaps that's the idea they're thinking: "Please, leaders, do us a favor..."

Wei Dong completely ignored everyone's questions.

Seize the opportunity to observe; this matter is not important to him, he's here to practice.

He used to speak so eagerly and eloquently to impress people, but now he clearly seems to have made a significant improvement.

They began to observe and take control of the situation from the opposite perspective.

This was something he hadn't been able to do even when speaking to so many subordinates last night—to survey the entire room with such composure and still be making plans with complete ease.

It's a strange feeling. Before, I would talk in a rush, and if I could focus on organizing my sentences and expressing myself correctly without leaving any loopholes, that was already pretty good.

Now, taking a step back to advance is actually more advantageous.

He was a little annoyed that the alluring woman's gaze seemed to linger on him.

He wasn't used to looking directly at women.

So when the chaotic commotion was completely quieted down by the action of kneeling down and hugging legs, those gazes were definitely filled with speculation and doubt.

Only then did he speak calmly:
"Pengzhen Electronic Information Technology Import and Export Group's subsidiary buys and sells imported cars. Their electronic information technology must be very advanced. Since they have so much debt, there must be a lot of accounting transactions. This finance director is a master."

In an instant, everyone who had been so self-righteous just moments before felt like chickens or ducks with their necks being squeezed.

One guy couldn't help but ask, "Don't you understand the spirit of the Special Economic Zone...?"

Wei Dong gave him a half-smile, half-smile, and the other man swallowed all his words.

Wei Dong had previously told Wu Shengyun that Pengzhen was now a huge makeshift operation.

Excluding the central and state-owned enterprises that came from elsewhere, there are a bunch of local companies in Pengzhen with foreign trade qualifications, such as the Construction Group, Foreign Trade Group, Agricultural Import and Export Group, and Food Import and Export Group, which are known as the "Eight Great Families".

Relevant units from all over the country came to establish subsidiaries through kinship ties, thus granting certain provinces and regions import and export rights and significantly expanding their business authority.

Nominally, they have the authority to do foreign trade in a certain category, but in reality, they'll resell anything as long as it makes money.

The idea that everyone's a reseller is ridiculous. Those people on the Spring Festival Gala selling jeans and running street stalls are just petty thieves.

This is where the real action begins.

For example, cars have electronic components, so they can be considered electronic information technology products. But in the eyes of people who believe that everything depends on connections, this is no big deal.

It's nothing more than doing some research.

But Wei Dong could just smile and directly pinch the core point, instead of weighing himself.

Such fabricated reasons for making money simply cannot withstand scrutiny.

If he were truly a powerful leader, he wouldn't even need to be one at such a young age. He would have connections to make this claim so easily.

Does the business license indicate whether it has the authority to sell vehicles?

Moreover, everyone knows that there are repeated orders to tighten foreign exchange controls, especially on the import of luxury cars. If someone is determined to investigate, they will find no one who can escape by following the accounts!
Since there are debts, then you need to provide the transaction records for all kinds of purchases, sales, and inventory.

Wei Dong was relieved of his bookkeeping duties, as both his ex-wives and his wife led hundreds of people to do the bookkeeping every day, and they were experts in the field.

They were all stunned and didn't dare to utter a sound.

At this point, he was just thinking to himself, "Oh dear, I've been too harsh. I've scared these people into not daring to speak. How am I supposed to get any information out of them now?"

There was no one to play the straight man, only the deceased's family members kneeling on the ground, their grief growing ever stronger.

Strangely enough, Wei Dong felt no emotion at all listening to this dry, wailing cry; in fact, he even felt like laughing.

I'm thinking about how to use a scare tactic instead of a question.

Surprisingly, it was Xiaodie, sitting in his arms, who leaned forward to touch the head of the bewildered child standing beside his mother: "Don't cry..."

Wei Dong, who had been deliberately avoiding looking at his daughter, only glanced at her and his heart softened instantly! The child, who had just lost her father, was only seven or eight years old. She had been frantically running around all night, not knowing what she was doing. Her eyes were already red and swollen. Now, seeing her mother kneeling on the ground and wailing, she was even more at a loss and could only burst into tears.

It made Wei Dong feel as if he were seeing himself at nineteen, bewildered on the sidelines of the basketball court.

At least I was an adult by then, so I could try my luck even if it meant selling melon seeds.

What can a child who has lost their father at this age do?

Now, Wei Dong even felt a little guilty for not being able to save the person, and he was somewhat indifferent to the life or death of the unrelated indifferent person.

Actually, he was someone else's husband, someone's father.

But then came a sudden surprise. He had always worried that Xiaodie's introverted and withdrawn personality, caused by the ups and downs of her childhood, would become isolated and gloomy.

His reaction at that moment made him feel that the year's care had not been in vain.

Shedding all pretense instantly, she bent down to make it easier for her daughter to comfort him: "Go on, what else do you want to say..."

The eldest princess exclaimed, "Damn it!"

The gesture of clenching her fists in support fully demonstrates the spirit of a tiger father and his daughter.

Wei Dong burst into laughter and handed his daughter to the woman. She quickly let go and hugged her tightly, knowing that she had only gotten a response because of the child's words.

Wei Dong dusted off his pants and stepped forward: "Alright, enough talk. Who's in charge here? Who speaks? Bring me the debt details, the ledgers, the business and tax documents, and the company contracts and agreements."

It wasn't acting; just by holding the baby and standing there, Wei Dong exuded the aura of a group company boss commanding tens of thousands of people in a factory area, more than ten factories, a bunch of companies, and dozens of buildings.

Those who truly control this situation cannot fake it unless they deliberately hide it.

He looks to be in his early twenties, has only been in charge of this scale for a little over a year, and is a young big shot who doesn't know how to hide his talents; his eyes carry the sharpness of someone in a position of power.

They had already intimidated everyone.

Now, putting aside his daughter's casual remarks, he has silenced everyone on the other side.

Only the woman spoke: "Then... who are you?"

Wei Dong casually reached into his pocket for a few work badges and picked one from the dock's display: "Chairman of West District Port Group Co., Ltd., is that enough?"

All eight major groups in Pengzhen are municipal entities. This port group is actually a subsidiary of Lao Fang's group in Hong Kong, which is a subsidiary of a central state-owned enterprise.

It has a similar feel to the Yunnan Provincial Military Region's later campaign against the four major families in northern Myanmar.

That supposedly impressive family is just a bunch of landlords in the county.

Kill it instantly.

Old Fang has always looked down on several groups in the city for ruining the reform atmosphere, and strictly restricted the subsidiaries of his own large group from participating in such reselling business.

Therefore, for the entire Shenzhen real estate brokerage industry, the several central state-owned enterprise groups in the western district are reputable and respected entities that they dare not even look at.

The kind of background with the most impeccable political and cultural credentials.

Just looking at the words "West District Port" on the certificate is enough to make them bow and scrape.

But the woman, while pulling a large stack of documents from under the shelf beside her, kept asking the same question: "I'm asking, who are you?"

The deliberately emphasized tone finally caught Wei Dong's attention.

Thanks to his basic skills from forty years later, he has always been able to speak relatively standard Mandarin, and since traveling all over the country, he has become even more fluent in it.

Only with country bumpkins like Dong Xueying, Shen Laosan, and the old leader do they speak Sichuan dialect, or more accurately, the Sichuan dialect of eastern Sichuan, which is somewhat different from that of Chengdu and Jiangzhou.

Xiaodie is the same.

She started speaking after her mother; back then, nobody realized the importance of teaching children to speak Mandarin from a young age.

So Dong Xueqing and Rang Weidong, who can speak Mandarin, both held their child and spoke her dialect in order to encourage her to regain her familiar spoken language.

This woman is one too.

Accustomed to the alternation of different accents, Wei Dong hadn't noticed before, and stared intently: "From eastern Sichuan?"

The woman responded, "I'm from Shangzhou."

Wei Dong took a closer look at the other person, and there was absolutely no hint of tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't actually from Shangzhou; he was just a rural kid from a county below.

Now he simply said casually, "Have you ever heard of Shangzhou letting Weidong come?"

Sure enough, just like the legendary Zhao Zilong of Changshan, Wei Dong's reputation, which had never been known in Jiangzhou or even the whole country, was absolutely legendary in Shangzhou.

With a total urban population of only about 200,000, he became a household name, from his heroic rescue of a female teacher and a young woman to his reward for learning to drive and then rising to prominence by building half of the new city.

The other party nodded deeply and switched to fluent Mandarin: "It's a great honor to meet you. Peng Yongjun's investment shares in Fengchi Company..."

Wei Dong waved his hand and said, "I don't need to know these business details. He lost his life in front of me, so I have a responsibility to handle his affairs properly. How you decide is your business. Come to me in the West District Industrial Park with a fair and just result. If you handle it well, I will remember this favor."

After saying that, he reached out and took his daughter, gesturing to the child: "Come on, come with your uncle to see how you grow up."

The woman kept a close eye on the leader.

Everyone in the car dealership stood up involuntarily to watch the young man, who seemed to control the entire situation with his aura, walk out.

Some saw the smiling white-haired old man in the passenger seat of the Peugeot, some saw the Mitsubishi license plate that was revealed when the car made a U-turn, and some even saw the young man who quietly drove the BMW at the end.

Their expressions were practically screaming "Holy crap!"

Who is this person? They're so awesome!
(End of this chapter)