My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 901 Colorful flags flutter, but the red flag must not fall.

Dong Xueqing is dedicated to ensuring that her son and niece grow up with a strong bond.

Coupled with his longing for his older sister, this manifests as him being slightly spoiled by Xiaodie; it's not a big deal if his son is a bit resilient.

When Wei Dong drove home, his daughter immediately dropped what she was holding and ran over. Chongchong followed in a daze, but was kicked in the chest by her older sister halfway there.

Instead of crying or fussing, it smiled and got up again.

Fengchu was clearly used to this, and waved vigorously behind his Apple folding computer: "The new data is out, and it's all thanks to Second Sister Feng going back to arrange the inventory... Sigh, I always said that this family can't do without her."

When Wei Dong pinched the naughty cheek, Xiao Die immediately cooperated by pinching the other side, while Chongchong struggled to climb onto her mother's leg to help resist.

Dong Xueqing chuckled with delight, but the computer screen still turned back.

When Wei Dong sat down, he saw last year's autumn harvest statistics: the total corn purchase volume in the Shangzhou area was 70,000 tons!

The entire process was carried out by Li Erfeng, who directed the food factory and sanitary napkin factory to mobilize manpower and work with the newly established Corn Biotechnology Corporation.

After all, for a biotechnology company, acquisition season definitely requires a lot of manpower to assist, but most of the time it is impossible to leave these people idle.

Li Erfeng cleverly used the control of nearly 10,000 people in the food factory, sanitary napkin factory, and even the construction company to coordinate the raid.

This ensured large-scale procurement during the autumn harvest season.

Coming from a rural background, he was well-versed in the details of moisture and insect prevention in storage, and handled it very well.

The final acquisition cost was 2200 million, but the total acquisition, operation and management costs were only about 80!
The grain warehouses, which can hold tens of thousands of tons of grain, were built and filled with a long row of them. It probably required hundreds or thousands of people to be mobilized and there were various transportation costs, but in the end it only cost 800,000.

It's clear that Li Erfeng was extremely meticulous in her calculations behind the scenes.

Wei Dong must have seen it all, but he didn't take it to heart: "Some knots aren't so easy to untie. At worst, I'll just give her all the corn bioengineering... This data is wrong."

Even while holding a baby in one hand, she skillfully uses her thumb to navigate the mouse: "The purchase price is 15 cents per pound? I remember... it was more than that in 1983, wasn't it?"

In the mountainous areas of eastern Sichuan, where the land is barren and mostly consists of fragmented mountainous terrain, building terraced fields along the mountains to grow rice is the bottom line for ensuring food security. However, the process of cultivating, maintaining, and planting rice paddies is quite laborious.

Therefore, farmers often plant corn in the small, scattered corners of the countryside, as it can provide food, raise pigs, provide firewood, and even be used to pay grain taxes.

Wei Dong still vaguely remembered the price. Could it be that Li Erfeng, who was too family-oriented, had desperately tried to lower the price?

Doesn't this contradict the original intention of developing corn bioengineering?

Wei Dong wasn't just trying to skim oil off mosquitoes; he was aiming to boost rural incomes by purchasing corn.

Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?

Dong Xueqing immediately grabbed the cordless phone on the table and dialed. She had developed a habit of contacting the relevant authorities immediately if there was any data discrepancy, demanding an explanation.

She even used her eyes to convey a meaning that she wanted to tell him, which made Wei Dong glare at her. Then she changed to a close, sisterly tone: "Second Sister Feng, are you still in Shangzhou? Yes, yes, I'll do the statistics here tonight. Is the corn purchase price in Shangzhou 15 cents this year? I remember it was more than that a few years ago, right?"

Li Erfeng didn't complain or harbor suspicions. She was clearly very familiar with the business and spoke fluently: "Yes, a few years ago the purchase price was two cents, but in 85 the unified purchase price was abolished and it became the contract purchase price, which is the market price. I don't know why it went down. The grain station's market purchase price is like this, and we can only follow this price."

Wei Dong, who was listening to the hands-free conversation, was immediately left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

There should have been some government subsidies during the period of unified purchase price, so they were able to get 20 cents as early as 1983. Once the market price was fully implemented, the pricing power was in the hands of the market. Farmers had no idea about the influence of such market factors and could only silently bear it.

You should know that after 1985, prices rose a lot, and even the average wage of urban residents rose from 40 or 50 yuan to about 100 yuan.

This made Wei Dong very uncomfortable, an unbearable feeling of being torn apart.

So, unusually, he spoke in a humble tone: "I... I know that I didn't pay attention to the work during the purchasing season and missed the pricing requirements. Could you use the purchasing ledgers to organize manpower to make up for the shortfall in payments to corn farmers in all regions, and still make up for the purchase price of... 4 mao per jin, and 5 mao per jin this year? We will also bear the personnel costs incurred in making up for the shortfall."

In fact, this season's purchases are still trial purchases. It will take until this year to form some corn bioengineering production lines. Once they are truly operational, the annual corn consumption will exceed 200,000 tons. The amount stockpiled now may not even be enough to meet next year's production capacity.

In the early stages, using high purchase prices to encourage farmers to plant more corn was a common tactic.

However, the process of farmers purchasing goods is often like capillaries converging into a major artery, very fragmented, with many farmers only purchasing a few dozen or a hundred kilograms.

Seventy thousand tons would involve hundreds of thousands of farming households!
Then, to make up for the shortfall in funds, the workload is much greater than during the acquisition, and it is especially easy to generate embezzlement without verification.

It was a very thankless and arduous task.

Li Erfeng, who had been chattering away, suddenly fell silent. She first said yes and then asked hesitantly, "Are you coming back for the Spring Festival? Grandpa and Grandma are asking you. They want to see Chongchong again."

Wei Dong glanced around and saw three dark, round eyes that were wide open, listening intently to the opera.

He had no choice but to be patient: "I won't go back for the Spring Festival. In the spring, I'll try to find experts to go back to Shangzhou to promote two or three harvests a year. This kind of industrial corn doesn't care about the taste. Please do a good job of the subsidy work so that farmers can have more money for the Spring Festival, and so that people won't talk behind our backs."

Li Erfeng remembered the last sentence: "I understand, I understand. I don't want people to talk behind our backs.

Wei Dong quickly finished the call and hung up: "Okay, relax during the Spring Festival. Shangzhou has done a great job in all aspects this year. Thank you for your hard work. That's all..." It was true that the three of them were all looking at melon fields. Xiao Die pulled away from her father's arms to observe his expression. She rarely spoke to any aunt in such a nice tone.

The son stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

Fengchu met her eyes but suppressed a laugh and looked away, pretending to be busy, but she perked up her ears even more.

After Wei Dong hung up the phone, she tried to gossip earnestly: "In Shanghai, I saw that even Sister Erfeng didn't dare to talk to you. Qiuqiu invited her to Pingjing, but she didn't go. She rushed back to Shangzhou to finish her business and settle accounts. She even brought Chongchong a new cotton-padded jacket, saying that her grandmother made it."

Wei Dong could only exude an air of domineering authority: "Shut up!"

Dong Xueqing hurriedly tidied up her files and computer, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Xiaoyue said you picked up another angel in Hong Kong?"

Wei Dong simply grabbed his son, placed him on his lap, and rolled up a newspaper to spank his bottom: "If you say another word, I'll switch to a rattan cane. That's not true!"

Xiaodie clapped her hands, it was unclear whether she was teasing her father or agreeing with beating her younger brother.

Anyway, they were really into cheering and had completely lost their self-consciousness, which made Wei Dong pretend to fight even harder.

The silly son just claps and cheers, then beats himself up.

Dong Xueqing was so happy that she immediately grabbed the camera next to her to take pictures, and muttered to herself, "I wonder if I'll be able to see the fairy during the Spring Festival..."

This forced Wei Dong to go find the rattan cane.

It was still a happy time.

Aside from being a bit busy with work, the family in Shanghai felt very happy and comfortable.

Living in an old-style house meant Qin Yuye's clothing company designers were constantly watching over him, while living in a modern alleyway made him vulnerable to being observed and looked after by the sales company's employees.

So the couple decided to buy another house to live in.

However, in Shanghai, where 90% of the housing is directly managed and the rest is managed by the work unit, there is basically no commercial housing available for sale unless you rely on connections and luck. At this point, the only option is to exchange houses.

Having already built millions of square meters of residential buildings in Shanghai, Rang Weidong could only leave this matter to Wu Shengyun to handle on a regular basis.

After watching "The Chess King" which began showing in mainland China, the whole family will move to Shenzhen to celebrate the Spring Festival.

But before leaving, he still followed the half-hearted idea he had when talking to his second brother, and went to find Xiao Ming, who should only be a few years old.

De Erge reminded him that the giant basketball arena in Lujiazui would take at least three to five years to complete, by which time Xiao Ming should have already shown signs of becoming a tall teenager.

As a domestic fan, I must feel a lot of regret about his professional career.

Therefore, to truly integrate this basketball arena with Shanghai, this banner must be raised.

Now Wei Dong is a very skilled, low-profile tycoon.

He brought two Cherokees directly to visit the basketball department of the Shanghai Sports Commission.

The opening line was about the Chrysler Automobiles Industrial Park under construction in Pudong, which was going to have a basketball park built. They said they would sponsor the basketball department with a Dodge sedan every year, and now they were giving two Cherokees to the sports commission and the basketball department as a way of venting their anger.

Who can resist this stepping stone?

Warm welcome.

He then presented a copy of the official letter from the city government approving the construction of a 10,000-seat basketball arena in Lujiazui, without revealing his identity as the president of the HK Basketball Association.

It perfectly portrays the image of a mainland unit that loves basketball.

Then we will fully support and cooperate.

Therefore, it is only natural to set up a children's basketball training center jointly run by the NBA and Shanghai in Pudong Industrial Park.

Selecting a group of children under ten years old to be exposed to "advanced training concepts" from abroad, and finding a few recently retired or soon-to-retire players to serve as youth training coaches—these reasons are certainly quite valid.

As a long-time fan, Wei Dong clearly remembers that Xiao Ming started playing in the late 1990s, went to the NBA in 2002, and retired due to injury in 2011.

He reached the pinnacle of Asian basketball, but he didn't fully realize his potential.

He must be only a few years old now, and both his parents are players on the Shanghai basketball team.

In the era of professional teams, these were all easily traceable and readily available; both active and retired players were within the same circle, making them quite easy to find.

Wei Dong didn't send anyone to inquire, precisely because he was afraid of alerting the enemy.

After all, the troubles caused by domestic players trying to play in the NBA, especially the mess Xiao Ming made when he went to the NBA, are already well-known to domestic fans.

As a result, the list of junior sports schools that the basketball department brought out did not include any children with the surname Xiao!
Looking at the coaches, youth coaches, and various basketball-related lists, I didn't see any retired players with the surname Xiao.
How to deal with this?
(End of this chapter)