Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 657 Are you kidding me?

Zhang Jun handed the check folder and document bag to his sister-in-law and said, "This is the company's documentation, and these are the checks. Tomorrow, take the business license back, open an account, transfer the money in, and then transfer 400,000 yuan to Xiaogang and Weibing. Is 400,000 yuan enough? Tell me the truth."

Li Weibing pinched his nose, looking a little hesitant, and said, "How about 500,000?"

Zhang Jun said, "Then it's 500,000. You two give my wife an account number."

My sister-in-law took the things, smoothed her hair, sat down, and asked, "Is everything settled regarding the project?"

Xiao Wei said, "It's settled. This is Mi Gong, and this is Wang Gong. They're our own people. You can consult them on any engineering or technical matters from now on. I'll have my brother arrange a few rooms at the guesthouse. You can work there for now. Mi Gong and Wang Gong, this is my sister-in-law, my dear sister-in-law. From now on, all the company's affairs will be handled by my sister-in-law. You can discuss anything with her."

My sister-in-law shook hands with Mi Zhiqi and Wang Honggang to get to know each other.

Zhang Jun asked, "How many rooms are there? How many people are there?"

Xiao Wei said, "The design institute is sending more people. How many people does my sister-in-law's company have? How many rooms do they need? You guys discuss it. Just make sure you have enough space, don't cram in too much. If necessary, just rent out an entire floor."

My sister-in-law said, "I don't have many people here right now. I have two errand runners and two people hired for the construction. I'm thinking we should hire more people after the building is completed. Hiring people now would just be keeping them idle."

Xiao Wei said, "Okay, let's focus on building now, we can talk about everything else later. Property management, department store leasing, accounting, drivers, logistics, selling houses and cars—Xiao Hui made a spreadsheet for you, it's with the documents, take a look when you have time."

Zhang Jun asked, "Are you still selling cars? What kind of cars?"

Xiao Wei said, "Xia Li sedan chairs, Dafa and Chang'an bread, and Chang'an minivans."

Wang Gang said, "Get a nice car ready, I'll help you push it later."

Xiao Wei said, "It's too expensive, we'll look at other cars later. If you want any particular kind of car, just let me know, and I'll see if I can get it for you. A grey market car is fine, right?"

Wang Gang sat up straight, his face full of curiosity, and asked, "You can do this? What's your method?"

Xiao Wei said, "It's in Hainan, but I only want to get a brand new car, which is a bit expensive. I don't really want to get anything else done, it'll be troublesome if something goes wrong."

Wang Gang asked, "What kind of car did you build yourself?"

Xiao Wei said, "I got myself a Mercedes SUV; I like bigger ones."

Wang Gang asked, "How much did you get?"

Xiao Wei said, "Twenty-two cuts, and I'll send you to Fengtian."

Li Weibing counted and said, "About 170, impressive. How do you get the aircraft and engine numbers? Do you find someone to do it yourself?"

In general, private exchange rates are calculated based on market prices rather than the national exchange rate. At this time, the national exchange rate is around 5.5, while the market rate is around 8.5. If Xiaowei were to resell this, he could make a profit of hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Xiao Wei said, "We can help you change the paperwork, but there will be an extra fee. It's up to you."

Wang Gang said, "Can you get your hands on one of those Honda sports cars from Japan? They're really popular right now. Xi has bought two already, and he's always trying to show off to us."

Xiao Wei said, "Yes, you want it? I heard from an Italian engineer that Japanese sports car engines aren't good. A friend in the industry in Tianjing also said that sports cars should be from Europe and America. Italian, British, and American engines are all better than Japanese ones, they're just more expensive."

Wang Gang asked, "What did you do? Did you do it?"

Xiao Wei said, "I bought a few units, but I ordered them directly from the manufacturer. They weren't too expensive; the total cost of importing them was over 800,000 yuan."

Wang Gang said, "Isn't that expensive? You must be rich. These days, people who can spend 300,000 or 400,000 yuan on a car are considered very powerful. Do you think this is Beijing?"

Xiao Wei rubbed his forehead but didn't reply; he really didn't know anything about this area.

Li Weibing said to Wang Gang, "There are more rich people in Fengtian than here, and Harbin is better than Xidu. Of the three northeastern provinces, our area is the poorest."

Zhang Jun stood up and said, "Let's go. Now that we've finished talking, let's get down to business."

Wang Gang asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Jun said, "Book the room at the guesthouse. We'll transfer the money to you tomorrow or the day after."

Wang Gang stood up and said, "Let's go together. I'll go check on Xiao Wei's car. Is it parked over there?"

The group walked from the office to the guesthouse. Xiao Wei took a closer look and realized that his sister-in-law's belly wasn't as exaggerated as Zhang Jun had described. To the untrained eye, it would just look like she had gained weight and her waistline wasn't as noticeable; it wasn't very obvious that she was pregnant.

Upon arriving at the guesthouse, Zhang Jun and his sister-in-law went to the director to arrange their rooms, while Wang Gang and Li Weibing circled around the two cars, clearly enjoying them.

In the end, I still rented a room for 6,200 yuan a year. The cost of living here is much lower than in Fengtian.

Xiaowei paid for a year's worth of paperwork upfront. Everyone worked together to move the blueprints into the house. Paper materials are incredibly heavy and prone to dampness, so they ended up clearing out a whole room just to store the blueprints and equipment. Keep in mind, these are just the architectural blueprints; there's still interior decoration to come.

The blueprints were sorted and organized, all the instruments and equipment brought over were carried up and placed, and Mi Zhiqi and Wang Honggang's personal belongings were cleared out. Both vehicles were noticeably raised, especially the sedan, whose softer shock absorbers made the reaction particularly noticeable.

Xiao Wei checked the Omega car thoroughly, took the items from the glove box and trunk to an SUV, and handed the Omega keys to his sister-in-law: "Here you go, sister-in-law. You can keep this car for the next two years. I'll replace it for you once things are settled and the business is open."

Zhang Jun leaned closer and said, "Honey, how about I drive this and you drive the Santana? You've driven that car before, so you're used to it."

The older sister-in-law rolled her eyes at Zhang Junfei: "Are you kidding me? If I had a good-looking one, why wouldn't I drive such an ugly one?"

Xiao Wei laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, this car has a continuously variable transmission (CVT). You don't need to use the clutch. There's just one brake and one accelerator. You don't need to shift gears in between, so it's not tiring to drive at all."

Zhang Jun's sister-in-law glared at him and came over to look. Xiao Wei explained the gear shift to her. Back then, automatic cars were quite rare in China, and most imported cars were manual, so most people didn't understand automatic transmissions and didn't know how to operate them. And to be honest, if you're used to driving a manual, it's really not used to driving an automatic. With half your body off the ground, you feel like your body is twisted.

And if you're used to driving an automatic, going back to a manual transmission is... well, you know.

My sister-in-law got in the car and test drove it around. After getting out, she said, "This car is really good; it doesn't make a sound at all."

Wang Gang took a test drive off-road and said, "Awesome, this is what driving is all about. It's just that the continuously variable transmission is a bit awkward; it feels like something's missing." To them, military license plates were just ordinary plates, and they didn't pay any attention to them.

(End of this chapter)