In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

"An hour ago, the provincial department of Handong Province, in cooperation with the local municipal bureau, seized all P2P platform companies in the province, and banks froze 1200 billion yuan of funds involved in the case, which have all been transferred to the five major banks."

Without hesitation, Lin Zhiyuan replied, "I plan to cooperate with the provincial publicity department to produce an educational video on preventing financial fraud. All investors will receive their principal back after the agreed-upon period with the platform expires, and some early profit-takers will have to pay the relevant fines."

"Furthermore, for the safety of the funds, the investment must be held at one of the five major banks for 90 days after it is returned."

Shen Shanhe didn't understand economic governance very well, but he understood half of what he was saying: the provincial party committee and government wanted to earn interest on the huge sum of 1200 billion yuan, making money from money.

"not enough!"

Old Shen shook his head.

Shen Shanhe looked at the two of them strangely; the remaining half was something he couldn't understand or comprehend.

The investment cycle on the platform is already about six months. Now, with an additional three months, can investors who are already anxious because of the platform's collapse really feel at ease?

"Besides that, I want Ruilong to take on more responsibility."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly said.

"What?"

Mr. Shen was puzzled.

"The drone industry."

"Drone?"

Old Shen paused for a moment, his expression growing increasingly strange. "Last time, Xiao Xiao complained to someone that you're now just putting old wine in new bottles, and now you're doing the same thing to me. Xiao Lin, have you run out of ideas? If you can't do it, don't force yourself."

"A little."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded without hesitation, took another sip of tea, and said, "This time, I plan to turn drones into an automated production line, adopting the TSL Power Brick Flying industrial model to create a closed loop for the entire drone manufacturing process, mass-producing raw materials, simplifying functions, making operation more accessible to all, and making them practical for one-time use."

Speak like a human being!

Old Shen got a headache listening to it; he hated the endless stream of new terms that young people were using these days.

It makes him seem old, out of touch with the times, and unable to keep up with the pace of development in the new era.

"Make sure the drones can fly, and if possible, make them fly as far as possible and carry as much cargo as possible."

Lin Zhiyuan's shoulders trembled, and he spread his hands.

"Isn't this just industrial junk? It's not even as good as the second-generation product that DJ just released this year. You're trying to fool us with this..."

As if struck by a sudden realization, Old Shen's roar abruptly ceased. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Lin Zhiyuan. "You...you brat, what do you want to do..."

"Hey!"

Lin Zhiyuan finally smiled slightly, "Otherwise, what would I be discussing with you? Besides, you said it yourself, this is industrial waste. Without your channels, even if Ruilong manufactures it, it won't be able to sell."

"I'm not a swindler like you."

Old Shen gave him a disgruntled look, but his eyes gradually relaxed. "Going through our channels requires paying channel fees."

"As long as Ruilong breaks even, that's fine."

Lin Zhiyuan casually said, "The rest are your channel fees, and you can decide the rest yourselves."

"I knew you'd surprise me."

Old Shen laughed heartily, patted Lin Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and said, "I won't hold what happened in Luzhou last time against you. I will also approve the petition from Handong and report it to you according to the normal procedure."

"I'll report on the other matters."

Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes at this.

That's enough! I'm tired!

I'm exhausted from cleaning up the messes of those idiots in Handong all day long and having to keep the old guys happy!

"Alright!"

Old Shen stood up to take his leave, saying, "I know you don't want to chat with this old man any longer. Come find me again when you get back to the capital."

Shen Shanhe got up excitedly to open the door and followed behind, but was stopped by Wuqing. "Such a big thing happened in Handong, what are you doing following this old man around all day! Stay and assist Comrade Xiaolin in handling the aftermath. If there are any problems, I'll hold you accountable."

Shen Shanhe was so aggrieved!

You're the one who told me to follow you, and now you're the one who won't let me follow you anymore. I plopped back down and sat down again.

"Director Lin, tell me what you guys were talking about just now!"

Shen Shanhe craned his neck and leaned closer, asking curiously.

"What a waste of your ears!"

"We never hear the words 'social stability maintenance' so prominently displayed."

Lin Zhiyuan stood up irritably, cursing, "Have the overseas criminals involved in the bombing been found? The coastal defenses are no good, the coastal defenses are no good, internal control is no good, how dare you sit here!"

Ok?

Shen Shanhe's eyes widened. Wait, he only asked one extra question! Was it really that big of a deal? Who had he offended?

Oh, Lin Zhiyuan!

That's fine.

He said that these scholars were the most petty and vengeful.

"Executive Director Lin, wait for me!"

Seeing the figure who had already opened the door and left, Shen Shanhe hurriedly ran up to him. Old Master Shen had asked him to cooperate with Lin Zhiyuan's follow-up work.

An hour later.

The special car finally arrived at the compound of the Hao County Party Committee and County Government after many twists and turns.

"Executive Director Lin, Secretary Sha has been waiting for you for a long time."

At this moment, Yang Wanli showed Sha Ruijin the utmost respect, saying, "Oh, Commander Shen is here too."

Ah!

Lin Zhiyuan gave him a deep look. This guy was also a restless person at heart. He would always try to get involved. Zhen Handong is not your hometown. You don't care if Handong is destroyed, right?

Yang Wanli looked up at the sky and down at the ground. He was quite embarrassed by this matter. First, he didn't expect that someone would actually dare to take action. Second, he didn't expect that they would only find problematic ledgers in companies like Qingyuan, and not the things they had imagined.

It was set up there all at once.

Hey!

It's all the Yao and Lin families' fault for being too audacious, which led them to misjudge the audacity of criminals.

"I heard that after Governor Zhiyuan visited Governor Tianhen, he made a special trip to the city center?"

Sha Ruijin looked at the platform company information sent by Hao County, his eyes bloodshot and his mood irritable. As soon as he saw Lin Zhiyuan, he couldn't control his temper. "Oh! And Comrade Shanhe, you are even more elusive. If it weren't for Comrade Qinghua confirming that you came to Luzhou, I wouldn't have heard from you at all."

Did he have an easy day?

After being lectured by a senior figure in Handong and nearly having his position cut off by his father-in-law for trying to secure resources, Qiu Tianhen got into trouble again after enduring Tian Guofu's prodding.

What's wrong with him throwing a tantrum?

"Secretary Sha, it's a confidential mission!"

He had to give way to Elder Shen, but he didn't have such a good temper towards the rat poison and Lin Zhiyuan, and directly retorted.

I glanced at my watch; it was 12:30 a.m.

What a piece of junk!

What a tiring day.

He had to deal with the troublemakers at Handa University, and then he had to deal with the troublemaker Tian Guofu. Before he could catch his breath, Qiu Tianhen got into trouble again, and the P2P platform company collapsed ahead of schedule. He also had to coordinate with the provincial party committee and government, busy cleaning up the messes of a few idiots. Old Shen was giving him a hard time again, and now Sha Ruijin was still nagging.

Even an iron fist can't withstand it.

He admitted it!

Those weaklings still want to turn the tables? Dream on!