Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

With the internal "garbage" cleaned up, it's time to get down to business.

Liu Mingxin's second major initiative was to attract investment to the High-tech Zone, a "private plot" that had been abandoned for nearly a year.

"Comrades, take a look."

Management Committee, First Conference Room.

Liu Ming, in his first capacity as "Executive Deputy Director" (Wang Dawei had been on "sick leave" for three consecutive days to avoid the limelight), chaired a meeting of all middle-level cadres.

He distributed a report on investment attraction data for the High-tech Zone over the past three years, which Chen Momo had compiled overnight, to everyone present.

The shocking, precipitous drop in data was like a series of resounding slaps to the faces of all the so-called "economic cadres" present!

"Three years ago, our high-tech zone could attract at least one company with an investment of over 100 million yuan every quarter on average."

"But what about now?"

Liu Ming's voice was cold and full of accusation!

"A whole year! The biggest investment we've brought in is actually from a South Korean... kimchi factory!"

"Meanwhile, in the neighboring city's 'Binjiang Development Zone,' three new energy projects with investments exceeding one billion yuan were signed last quarter alone!"

"Comrades!"

Liu Ming slammed her hand on the table and stood up!

"We have the best policies, the best geographical location, and the best supporting facilities in the entire Ningzhou!"

"But in the end, they achieved the worst results in the entire city!"

Aren't your faces red?

"Don't you have any conscience?"

The conference room was completely silent.

All the cadres lowered their heads in shame.

"Alright, I won't waste any more words."

Liu Ming took a deep breath. He knew that now was not the time to assign blame.

The most urgent task is to reverse the decline!

"From today onwards, I will personally oversee the work of attracting investment!"

"Everyone, get moving!"

"Visiting businesses, building relationships, and finding projects!"

"I want to see results in a month!"

……

However, it's easier said than done.

The reputation of the High-tech Zone has been ruined by the messes and failures of Wang Dawei and his gang of parasites over the past few years.

Every group of people Liu Ming sent out were turned away without exception.

Or you won't even get to see the boss.

Either they were turned away by people using all sorts of excuses.

"Director Liu, that won't work! These days, outside investors are as shrewd as monkeys! As soon as they hear we're from Ningzhou High-tech Zone, they shake their heads like rattles!"

"Yes! They say that here, 'the temple is big, but the Buddha is lazy,' and 'the policies are good, but things are difficult to get done'! We're scared!"

Looking at his subordinates, one by one, dejected and returning empty-handed.

Liu Ming knew that relying on this traditional "door-to-door sales" method was no longer working.

To break this deadlock.

We must take the next strong dose!

We must attract a real "big fish"!

Let's rebuild and establish the "golden brand" of the High-tech Zone!

He set his sights on a target he had been eyeing for a long time.

—Braun Group, Germany.

Fortune Global 500!

A global leader in precision instruments and smart manufacturing!

They are currently planning to invest 5 billion yuan in China to establish a brand new Asian R&D center and production base!

This is a super cake that would drive any city crazy!

Naturally, this also attracted the covetous eyes of countless hungry wolves!

It is said that within Jiangnan Province alone, there are seven or eight cities fighting tooth and nail for this project!

Ningzhou, due to its previously terrible business environment, didn't even qualify for the shortlist!

"Director Liu, you...you're not joking, are you?"

When Liu Ming announced at an internal meeting that they would make "Bron Group" their next target.

Everyone thought he had gone mad.

"This...this is an impossible task!"

"Exactly! They didn't even include us on their inspection list! Wouldn't it be humiliating for us to go now?"

"impossible?"

Liu Ming smiled.

"There is nothing 'impossible' in this world."

"Only those who 'dare not think'."

He looked at the crowd, his deep eyes gleaming with a hunter's confidence and... cunning.

"Aren't they coming?"

"Then let's figure out a way to 'trick' them into coming here!"

……

A week later.

An invitation letter, written in German by Liu Ming himself, was delivered through special channels to the desk of Mr. Hans, President of Braun Group Greater China. The letter was extremely "sincere" in wording and extremely "humble" in attitude.

In the letter, Liu Ming made no mention of the "investment".

He simply invited Hans, who was also a graduate of Imperial College London, to Ningzhou, a beautiful ancient city in Jiangnan, as an "Imperial College alumnus," to "travel, relax, and try authentic Huaiyang cuisine."

At the end of the letter, he also attached a close-up photo of himself with Professor Smith Pon, the Nobel laureate in economics from Imperial College London.

This "emotional appeal" was played extremely cleverly and effectively.

three days later.

Braun Group's Greater China headquarters has replied.

—President Hans will be visiting Ningzhou for a "private" visit next Wednesday.

The news sent shockwaves through the entire Ningzhou Municipal Party Committee!

……

Wednesday morning.

At the entrance of the Ningzhou High-tech Zone Management Committee building, a red carpet was laid out and colorful flags were waving.

Mayor Lu Chen personally led the team, with all the city leaders and members of the High-tech Zone leadership team dressed in suits, waiting at the entrance.

The procession was even more grand than when welcoming provincial leaders!

However, just as the convoy of black Mercedes-Benz vehicles bearing "Shanghai A" license plates was about to arrive.

An extremely discordant "accident" occurred.

Wang Dawei, the director of the management committee who had been on "sick leave" for half a month, has somehow "recovered" from his illness.

With a ruddy complexion, he squeezed to the front of the line and snatched the newly printed German version of the park introduction brochure from Liu Ming, who was supposed to be in charge of reception.

"Director Liu, you've worked so hard!"

Wang Dawei patted Liu Ming on the shoulder with a typical "picking the fruit" smile on his face.

"For important occasions like receiving foreign guests, it's still us 'old comrades' who need to step in!"

"You're young and inexperienced, so just follow along, listen more, observe more, and learn more."

After saying that, he didn't give Liu Ming a chance to refute him at all. He walked straight up to the Mercedes convoy that had already come to a stop!

—Stealing credit!

It was blatant, stealing credit right in front of the mayor and everyone else!

He knew that if he could secure the Braun Group project this time...

That would be an enormous political achievement!

That's enough to wipe away all his previous "mistakes"!

It can even be moved up a little further!

How could he possibly stand by and watch Liu Ming devour such a huge piece of cake all by himself?

Liu Ming watched his impatient, unsightly eating posture from behind, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

But he did not stop it.

He simply stood there with his arms crossed, a playful smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching a good show.

……

The car door opened.

A tall, blond, blue-eyed German man with an extremely gentlemanly demeanor stepped down, surrounded by a crowd.

"Welcome! Welcome!"

Wang Dawei immediately greeted him with a beaming smile!

He stretched out his hands, wanting to give the other person a warm hug!

He was still uttering the only two English words he knew!

however……

President Hans, looking at the overly enthusiastic fat man in front of him, simply extended a hand politely.

At the same time, he asked with a smile in fluent German, "Guten Tag, sind Sie Herr Liu Ming?" (Hello, are you Mr. Liu Ming?)

Wang Dawei was stunned.

His hands, which were about to embrace, hung awkwardly in mid-air.

He... damn it, I can't understand a word he says!

He looked back at the "professional" translator he had hired at great expense from the city's foreign affairs office, as if seeking help.

The translator was a young woman in her early twenties, probably a recent graduate with little experience.

At this moment, he was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

She understood, but she didn't know how to translate it appropriately.

The scene fell into an extremely awkward silence.

Mayor Lu Chen's expression had already turned rather unpleasant.

Just then.

To ease the awkwardness, Wang Dawei, in a moment of inspiration, picked up the German-language brochure in his hand, pointed to the photos, and loudly introduced it in extremely broken Chinglish:

"Look! This is our…our…big…big…factory!"

"Very...very...good!"

"..."

That instant.

Liu Ming could see it clearly.

The German CEO, Mr. Hans, who was always known for his meticulousness and gentlemanly demeanor, completely lost that polite smile...

It solidified.