My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 939 The phenomenon is enjoyment, the essence is motivation.

The insurance company will also open in the new building.

Old Fang spoke casually: "All the villas are for rent only, not for sale. I'm subsidizing my place based on my administrative rank. The purpose is to reassure Hong Kong and Taiwanese businessmen. You can rent one too; 20,000 yuan a month isn't expensive, is it?"

Wei Dong was both amused and exasperated: "Why would I go live there? It would be like becoming detached from the masses!"

Old Fang immediately seized the opportunity to retort: ​​"So you know you're out of touch with the masses? Just the time you came back by boat, I received so many phone calls cursing at me. You're something else, offending more than a dozen subordinate departments on your very first day in charge..."

Wei Dong looked down on the old fox: "You're just trying to push me to take the blame because you don't want to turn against me, right? You make millions a month, you really have a lot of patience."

Old Fang was indeed so happy that he scratched his head vigorously: "Almost there, you bring up almost there now, hahaha, I thought you would only realize it after a while. It was indeed difficult to bring it up before, and when asked, the answer was that no unit had money. Now we can breathe a little easier, and there is more work to be done. It's time to pay the rent."

Wei Dong leaned against the desk, looking rather disheveled, and said with a headache: "In my opinion, most of the people should be brought back to build up the western district. The people there can't go out and do various jobs boldly, so they're useless if they're stationed abroad. But the material gap between the inside and outside is too big now, and we don't trust them to go out. So it's better to bring them back and recruit Hong Kong people to do the work. The efficiency will definitely be much higher."

Old Fang slumped lazily in his executive chair: "Oh, if you do that, you'll be criticized and accused of trying to build a small kingdom. People who can't do anything will only stare at these things for fear that you'll expose them. So you can start from scratch and do it this way, but don't easily touch the existing structure."

Wei Dong was learning these skills from the seniors: "Okay, but I have to say you were really smart to buy that building back then. Now it looks like that investment made a killing."

Old Fang chuckled dismissively: "Some people even call me Li Hongzhang, complaining that I'm wasting precious funds in Hong Kong. Don't waste time on these people. Hurry up and move forward so you can motivate more people. I've also heard about your idea of ​​using China Merchants Bank to buy and build buildings. Are you confident?"

Let Wei Dong be more frank: "Didn't I recruit that Boss Long's second son as an assistant? He knows that I have some North American funds sitting in Hong Kong without being invested, which is a bit of a waste. I'm raising some to help China Merchants Bank boost the situation. I'll also buy and invest some myself, so that in a few years when various units need to set up offices in Hong Kong, they'll have their own land to rent, right?"

It's about helping state-owned assets make some money, and also making money for yourself.

It would be a huge loss to miss out on this wave of booming property prices in Hong Kong.

Old Fang simply gave a thumbs-up to show his foresight, then immediately turned his attention to this: "How did you come up with this idea to play such a trick on the boss of Xin'an? None of us had ever contacted him before. We didn't expect that he still wanted to go back to his hometown to retire peacefully. The higher-ups all said that this idea is brilliant."

Wei Dong then attributed the matter to the feng shui master: "Cheng Lang is a famous feng shui master in Hong Kong. His hometown is Qingcheng Mountain in Chengdu. When we talked, he still expressed homesickness. I accompanied him back to donate a tourist cableway to Qingcheng Mountain, but in the end, he still chose to return to Hong Kong. I wanted to do something useful for the motherland and for the handover. I've been observing him, and he still has some of the characteristics of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and江湖义气, a code of honor among江湖义气)..."

Old Fang carefully instructed: "Martial arts masters and merchants all have their own stances and abilities. Grasp the core idea that as long as they love the country and can benefit the people, they are worth uniting with. But how do you discern whether they are hiding their true intentions, and whether you should give them some successful situations to see their reaction?"

Wei Dong laughed: "This guy has been telling fortunes and doing feng shui for Li Bancheng since the 1950s. I don't know how much he's paid in donations. He's been successful before. Anyway, I've never asked him for a penny, and he doesn't want me to support his expenses. He's always talking nonsense. He probably knows Boss Long better. He gave me this advice, especially suggesting that Boss Long II could be his successor. Just because this four-eyed guy is more cultured, we can bring him into our business team. That way, we can gradually weaken the right bank's control over Xin'an."

Using Interpol to counter this tactic was definitely an inspiration Wei Dong drew from Southeast Asian telecom fraud, but Cheng Lang's opinion must have been the basis for his assessment of Boss Long and Long Zhenwei.

"It was precisely because among the twenty-odd people arrested were his two younger brothers who ran film companies that the right bank market was the most beneficial. The right bank was also the best able to use films to smear the mainland and crack down on the control of pro-China actors. Arresting these two made things easier for Boss Long. In his own words, it was easier to explain. Since they were all in our hands, he was afraid to act rashly and took the opportunity to retire, cash out, and leave."

Old Fang listened with great interest: "We all thought he would at least go all out because his two younger brothers were arrested."

Wei Dong scoffed: "He is the eldest son of the eldest son's family, and his two younger brothers are from the third and fourth sons' families. Regardless of how deep their relationship is in reality, at least in the martial arts world, there is still a story that he sacrificed his two younger brothers to help his second son rise to power. Boss Long looks like a cultured man with glasses. This kind of person has no illusions. His emotional squabbles are all for show."

Old Fang was satisfied: "It's good that your understanding of struggle has reached this level. Next, do you want to get involved in controlling Xin'an?"

Old Fang praised, "Both sides were quite cautious in their previous exchanges. The invitation to the director to attend a meeting in Beijing the year before last took more than a year to be accepted. They were afraid that it would be interpreted by the outside world as flattery and submission. The mainland had no choice but to set up a liaison office in eastern Guangdong as an equal. Your joining in is a good opportunity to deal with things in a civilian capacity. You deserve praise for this!"

Wei Dong urged him to quickly strengthen the "white" image of the Hong Kong police: "I think we have a misunderstanding of the Hong Kong police. We think that, like in mainland China, the police department is absolutely subordinate to the government. But that's not entirely true. In Western societies, the police are more responsible for the community. For example, the police in Citibank are only responsible for the security of those who can afford to pay them. They prioritize the safety of the city. Especially now, with the government clearly going to change in a few years, they may be a bit hesitant. They may know that some things are bad for the city's operation and then delay and resist. So shouldn't we seize this opportunity to unite them? As long as patriotism can benefit the people, then it's worth uniting them."

Old Fang laughed heartily: "Yes, yes, I can report this opinion."

Then his tone immediately changed: "But you still need to participate in the infiltration and exchanges of Xin'an. After all, Hong Kong is a city with a strong triad atmosphere. Right now, you are the closest to it. In order to ensure the situation a few years from now, someone needs to pay attention to every aspect. You have to take on this responsibility. That's why I suggested that your security work be promoted according to your job level."

Even Wei Dong sighed, "The 33rd head of the Investment and Bidding Bureau is a member of the underworld, can you believe that? Those people before him must be turning in their graves!"

The seventy-year-old man chuckled and said, “You can turn my coffin over if you want, as long as we can have a peaceful transition and continue to prosper. What do these personal accusations matter? I’ve been called a capitalist, a traitor, and a money-grubber for ten years. Do you think I care? All I want is for this land to be as prosperous and strong as the other side of the strait.”

Faced with such genuine selflessness and courage, Wei Dong had absolutely no resistance, only admiration.

He scratched his cheek and said okay. Old Fang really did become a hands-off boss, and even invited Wei Dong to his new house for dinner.

He showed Wei Dong the Rolex on his wrist: "I have to catch the 6:30 pm ferry back to Hong Kong. I made this last-minute decision to come here to report on my work. I'll come back more often in the future. Now I'd like to meet with people from the bank and insurance company to have a talk."

Old Fang gestured, "I'll call them over to talk together. Later, you can choose some people to go to Hong Kong to experience your work and life."

Wei Dong immediately understood: "Is this also a form of encouragement?"

Old Fang gave a satisfied look; you can interpret it for yourself.

Four or five people were invited to go to the West District... which should be Pengzhen, or even the earliest high-end villa community in the country, for afternoon tea. Li Xuehong finally walked in and was amazed.

She couldn't help but beam with excitement as she asked Wei Dong to instruct her to rent a building.

Unlike the two or three hundred small townhouses that Rang Wei-tung built in Sha Tin, these dozens of houses are detached houses with their own circular gardens.

The two or three-story building features a light beige color scheme with dark eaves, creating a simple and modern style without any flashy decorations.

But from the low walls and railings, the exquisite garden gate that's about one meter tall, the entrance terraces at the entrance of each household, to the sunshade tea room at the back, everything exudes a Southeast Asian style and Hong Kong-style fine workmanship.

It is clear that this is due to Lao Fang's experience as a military attaché in Southeast Asia, as well as the investment and construction by Hong Kong-funded companies.

Now Wei Dong is an expert: "Haha, these are all details that people in Southeast Asia like to do. They're well done, but not as well as the one I did in Sha Tin."

Those few were dumbfounded; who would insult a bald man in front of a monk?

The entire management unit of the western district kept silent in the face of Lao Fang, not daring to utter a word.

Wei Dong understood that only by being strict could Lao Fang motivate people within the system to take action, and he couldn't wait to relinquish his responsibilities to someone like him who was truly capable of independent action.

"For example, this front porch and terrace are suitable for Southeast Asia, but they are far from suitable for Chinese style. The tiles here are slippery when it rains, and the elderly would prefer to lay down a carpet, but it is easy to get moldy. So Hong Kong has long understood this and uses stone slabs and stone mosaics, the kind with moss growing on the steps, which will have a lot of charm even after a long time."

"The same goes for this teahouse in the back. I don't know about Southeast Asia, but in Hong Kong, they try to avoid places near lawns or water features because there will inevitably be a lot of mosquitoes. What should be a very elegant tea and conversation experience can be ruined by mosquitoes constantly bothering you, it's so annoying!"

As he spoke, he started swatting mosquitoes.

Old Fang burst into laughter, almost tipping over his chair: "See? This is a classic case of knowing what but not why. The open-air tea room is fine, and the lawn looks nice, but they can't be put together. Alright, alright, this is the situation. So how do we solve it?"

Oh, this old security guard with the missing hand is really experienced: "Two approaches, two products. First, it's definitely about spraying pesticides. I'll ask around in Hong Kong about specialized mosquito and fly killers. The property management will be responsible for spraying to ensure that water sources and ditches don't breed. The second approach is proactive mosquito control along the lawns of tea houses. In the past, resources were limited, but now, if possible, we'll set up two factories and sell these two types of mosquito control equipment nationwide."

Four or five middle-aged and young cadres who were originally considered outstanding can now only watch the "King of Reform Sales" talk eloquently.

How come you can just casually mention two factories?

They could also tell that Lao Fang was teaching them this way of thinking step by step.

Dong is too unpredictable and quick-witted; no wonder he is the successor that Old Master Fang has chosen.

Li Xuehong sat on the edge, quietly taking notes.

The asset management company has added two more factories...

So even though it seems like they're not receiving a salary, their assets are expanding much faster.

(End of this chapter)