What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 48 Grass Team
941 Military Family Community.

As soon as the Willys Jeep stopped at the door, the gatekeeper from last time rushed out.

The jeeps that can drive here are basically military vehicles. The old man rushed out and almost saluted, only to find that the person sitting in the passenger seat was Tang Yi, whom he had seen before.

"you again?"

"Wait, this jeep looks like an American Willys. Where did you get it?"

The last ten-wheeled truck opened the gatekeeper's eyes, and this time the Willys Jeep was even rarer.

Back then, all the Allied countries had a lot of this stuff, and many were captured after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but it is rare to see it now.

Look at the side of the car body, there is a white five-pointed star printed on it.

Tang Yi has gotten used to it. Since he drove over yesterday, this jeep is even more stylish than a car. Once it stops on the roadside, there will be a crowd of people around it in no more than five minutes.

“This is from our boss’s collection, he…likes these things.

Let's come back and buy some books. Should we leave the car here for a while?"

"No problem, I'll help you watch it."

The old man was not shy either. He had driven the Gas Jeep that was donated by the big brother, but he had rarely seen a Willys.

Tang Yi took out the Philips mobile phone that Boss Huang bought for him yesterday and dialed the landline number he had made last time.

A few seconds later, a young female voice was heard on the other end of the line:

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

"It's me. I want to buy some books. Can I buy them now?"

"Buy a book? Wait, let me ask..."

About half a minute later, the call came back:

"Come up, you're free now."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yi and the driver went upstairs and quickly found the same door and knocked on it.

However, when the door opened, they saw a strange little girl, looking at the two of them with her eyes.

"Are you here to buy books?"

"Yes...but the person who just called me was..."

Tang Yi was a little hesitant. The girl in front of him was not the same one from last time, but he didn't hear it over the phone.

"Yan Jing went to Yangcheng and is not here. I am her sister Yan Qing."

Just as she finished speaking, she saw an old man wearing a brown plaid shirt and army green pants walking over.

He looked to be only about 1.6 meters tall, and was a little hunched due to his age, so he was at least ten years older than Tang Yi.

However, the old man was in good spirits and invited the two people in.

Tang Yi sat on the sofa and realized that this was Yan Hai, the grandfather of the girl who sold books last time.

Yan Hai was also a mid-level officer when he was young. After retiring, he began to devote himself to the study of naval history and modern tactics.

His focus now was on modern tactics, and he no longer needed most of the information in the previous section, but he didn't mind making a lot of money from selling waste paper, so he just kept it.

His granddaughter sold part of it so she could "be self-reliant" and buy a Walkman...

The old man was a little angry at first, but after asking Tang Yi in detail, he found out that he was also a hobbyist and had deliberately not taken away some very valuable information and had paid an extremely high price.

Although many of those books are indeed hard to find, a few thousand yuan is indeed far beyond their actual value.

For Yan Hai, it would be a good destination for these books to fall into the hands of fellow naval enthusiasts. He just wants to chat with the buyers and maybe make more friends.

Seeing that Yan Hai had no intention of asking for the previous books, Tang Yi relaxed.

However, he is a shipbuilder, and now he can only deal with antiques from before the 40s, so he dare not show off his skills in front of an expert.

He quickly explained his identity and then transferred the identity of a naval enthusiast to Tang Wen. This made Yan Hai a little disappointed, but when he heard that a young man under 20 opened a shipyard and loved the navy, he became curious again.

When Yan Hai thought about how three generations of his family had joined the army since his father, and how his two granddaughters had no interest in it at all, he felt inexplicably relieved to hear that some young people were interested in it.

Upon hearing that Tang Wen was studying the naval history of World War II, he immediately took Tang Yi to the study and took out a pile of carefully selected books and materials with ease.

At the same time, there were also souvenirs, photos, etc. that he collected, which were all packed up.

"These are for your boss, Mr. Tang. Leave your phone number. I'll talk to him when I have time.

There aren’t many young people today who still like these things!”

The conversation with Mr. Yan Hai was quite pleasant. Tang Yidao thanked him and was about to leave. Just as he opened the door, he saw Yan Qing running up the stairs:

"Grandpa, there's an American jeep down there, it looks just like the one in the movie.

Where is my dad's camera? I'm going to take a couple of pictures."

"What American Jeep?"

Yan Hai looked puzzled, and then Tang Yi explained that it was the bus from their shipyard.

He instantly became interested and followed Tang downstairs, only to see several children playing around the original jeep.

At first glance, he confirmed that this was the Willys Jeep used by the American army in World War II.

Looking closer, the paint job is also navy, revealing authenticity from the inside out.

"Is this also from your boss Xiao Tang's collection?"

Yan Hai completely believed in Tang Wen's identity as a enthusiast. It was not easy to get a Willys in such good condition and that could be driven normally these days. Maybe he got it from abroad.

Such an interesting kid, I must meet him if I have the chance.

……

Tang Wen doesn't know that he has a new friend who is in his twilight years. Now he is battling with the banks in the city.

Perhaps because he was too looking forward to attending the shipyard's banquet after signing the contract, Huang Dongfu came to the shipyard again in the afternoon.

This time, in addition to his younger brother Huang Dongshun, there was also the vice president of the Agricultural Bank of China in the city and a senior salesperson in the car.

The reason is very simple. He cannot take out four million at once. According to common sense, the shipyard cannot start construction without sufficient funds, which requires the intervention of bank loans.

If Fudong's fishery assets are used as collateral and a contract is signed, the bank can lend money to support the construction of fishing boats.

There is no problem with the assets of Fudong Fisheries. Just pay a deposit of one million and mortgage it for a loan of three million, and then Gaijin Shipyard will collect the money.

However, the last step, which seemed to be the easiest, encountered unexpected problems.

In fact, the bank president was also quite confused. He had inquired about the details of Fudong Fisheries and Gaijin Shipyard in advance, so he was somewhat confident.

Fudong Fisheries is operating well, has no problems with internal management, and no disputes over assets, so the loan is OK.

The sole proprietor of Gaijin Shipyard had sold hundreds of thousands of diesel engines, and an agent named Wu had taken out a loan from their bank, and seemed to be preparing to place another batch of orders.

Although the shipyard has just opened, an on-site inspection shows that the staff and machines are in good condition. Moreover, it is a local township enterprise and its qualifications are also fine.

However, when he was preparing the contract, he discovered a lot of problems:
"Boss Tang, your shipyard... doesn't have accounting and finance?"

"..."

Tang Wen wiped the sweat off his forehead. He remembered that formal companies must have this thing, but since it was not useful in his own situation, he ignored it.

His magic workers were paid directly with silver coins out of the void, with no middlemen making a profit from the difference.

"Well, our shipyard is relatively small, so it's usually managed by... the vice president! He's on a business trip and isn't available right now."

It’s okay, a barely acceptable reason.

"Another question is, who are the main suppliers of Gaijin Shipyard? Who is your steel procurement agency? Since this is our first cooperation with Gaijin Shipyard, we need to understand more."

(End of this chapter)