Jia Wenhe has been following Song Wendi for some time. He admires Song Wendi's profound knowledge and is also surprised that Fang Zhicheng can communicate with him without any obstacles. He realizes that there is still a big gap between himself and Fang Zhicheng.
The phone outside rang, and Jia Wenhe finally found an excuse to leave the inner room. He sat inside and listened to Fang Zhicheng and Song Wendi chatting. Although they were just chatting, he felt quite stressed.
After Jia Wenhe left, Song Wendi changed his tone and whispered, "I heard that Hongda Group recently acquired a football team in Huainan?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled faintly and said, "This is also a kind of brand investment."
Song Wendi smiled faintly and said, "That leader has mentioned on many occasions that he wants to develop Chinese football. You are quite far-sighted."
Fang Zhicheng shook his head and said, "Investing in domestic football is just a transition. Hongda Group will definitely go abroad in the future. Sports have no boundaries, especially football has a huge influence in Europe and the United States. Therefore, Hongda Group may use the acquisition of foreign clubs in the future to open up overseas markets."
Song Wendi nodded and said with a smile: "After the European subprime mortgage crisis, the aftermath has continued to this day. It is indeed a time for capitalists to buy at the bottom. If Hongda can really go abroad and make money from other countries' national disasters, I don't object."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand, feeling a little embarrassed for revealing Song Wendi's trick, and said with a smile: "Teacher, what you said is too honest. Qingya really intends to do this!"
Song Wendi nodded, and Zhao Guoyi followed Bu Yiren to the Ministry of Commerce. This provided great convenience for the Zhao family to conduct international trade. Investing in a football club was undoubtedly a good entry point.
Song Wendi said: "Tell Qingya that I will give her enough support."
Fang Zhicheng felt warmed by Song Wendi's statement. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked the doubts in his heart, "How do you decide to get along with Secretary Wen?"
Song Wendi sighed helplessly and said, "Since ancient times, the relationship between the top leaders and the second-in-command has always been a profound subject. Putting aside other things, Secretary Wen is a good cadre and a good squad leader who is dedicated to serving the people. What I have to do is to help him build a healthier economic structure and ensure the long-term and stable development of Huainan."
Fang Zhicheng said: "From the way Secretary Wen treated Wei Qun, it can be seen that he has deep feelings for Huainan and is a good secretary with a strong sense of responsibility."
Wen Jinglong had been in Huainan for many years. Fang Zhicheng's growth could be said to have happened during the period when Wen Jinglong was managing Huainan, and he was well aware of Wen Jinglong's policies. Compared with Li Siyuan, Wen Jinglong might be slightly inferior in economic strategy, but he was far better in managing and employing people.
After Li Siyuan left Huainan, Wen Jinglong took control of the situation in a very short time and slowly cultivated a team of cadres with strong growth potential. Compared with when Li Siyuan was in office, the entire organizational system was more complete and sound. Wen Jinglong's ability was fully demonstrated in the party and the masses, which was also the fundamental reason why Song Wendi really admired him and was willing to assist him.
After discovering that Wei Qun was not compatible with the local climate in Huainan, Wen Jinglong abandoned factional prejudices, decisively abandoned his son, and reused Song Wendi. This was a judgment of righteousness. Even in the eyes of the leaders of the northern faction, Wen Jinglong's personal charm was unquestionable, so it did not cause much criticism.
Fang Zhicheng then discussed the "business tax to value-added tax" work with Song Wendi. As Fang Zhicheng guessed, Song Wendi has also been studying and promoting this work recently. Although this is not a panacea for the entire economic system that will take effect overnight, as long as it is promoted, it will definitely optimize the social tax system and allow the industry to develop more rapidly, healthily and abundantly.
Song Wendi listened carefully to Fang Zhicheng's opinions and asked Fang Zhicheng to write a material for reference. Although Fang Zhicheng was no longer his secretary and had grown into an independent cadre, Song Wendi still liked the material provided by Fang Zhicheng, which was much more interesting than the stereotyped essays written by the secretaries of the current office.
Fang Zhicheng did not refuse. He was the kind of person who would not avoid things. Even though he might not have much to do with the matter after it was done, it was enough as long as some of his ideas and opinions could be applied to specific practice.
"I heard that Mrs. Wen is going to Yanjing?" Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile.
Song Wendi glanced at Fang Zhicheng and said, "She told you, right?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said with a smile: "I am quite familiar with Yanjing. I have already asked someone to help Mrs. Wen arrange accommodation. You don't need to be too concerned about other things. I will make sure to arrange them properly."
Song Wendi smiled with relief and said with emotion: "Zhicheng, you are becoming more and more mature."
Fang Zhicheng smiled flatteringly and said, "Isn't it because Master taught me well?"
After leaving the provincial government compound, he took Guo Jinyuan's car to the Qiongjin General Hospital of the Qiongjin Military Region. The car slowly drove into the back mountain convalescent ward, and after driving for five or six minutes, it stopped in front of a convalescent building. After Fang Zhicheng got off the car, he saw Tang Xue and Wan Yi, mother and daughter, and they waved at Fang Zhicheng.
After Fang Zhicheng got off the car, Tang Xue came over and said, "Thank you for coming to see Lao Wan."
Fang Zhicheng's face was solemn, "How is Lao Wan?"
Tang Xue shook her head and whispered, "The condition is not particularly good. The attending doctor at Yunhai has already suggested that only conservative treatment can be used, but he refused to give up, so he was transferred to Qiongjin General Hospital to see if there are other methods."
Fang Zhicheng also felt heavy-hearted. Wan Heng had been battling illness for the past few years and had a strong will, which was admirable.
Fang Zhicheng's eyes fell on Wan Yi who was beside Tang Xue. The girl who was just a flower back then has now grown into a graceful young lady. Originally, Wan Yi studied abroad, but because of Wan Heng's situation, Wan Yi resolutely chose to return home.
"You've lost a lot of weight. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fang Zhicheng asked in the tone of an elder.
Wan Yi shook her head and replied, "I don't have classes this morning, so I came to take care of my dad." For some reason, when Wan Yi saw Fang Zhicheng, she felt tense, as if she would be scolded if she said something wrong. She was full of respect for Fang Zhicheng. In the past two years, as Wan Heng left the officialdom due to a serious illness, the family's financial pressure was all on Tang Xue. If Fang Zhicheng hadn't helped them get along, I'm afraid the Wan family would have collapsed long ago.
Fang Zhicheng sighed: "In the face of setbacks, you must be resilient. There is no hurdle in life that you can't overcome. Believe that you can overcome the difficulties."
The situation of the Wan family is really miserable now. Fang Zhicheng and Wan Heng had a heart-to-heart talk back then, and he is ready to do his best to ensure the safety of the Wan family.
Chapter 1000 Wan Yi's career aspirations
When Fang Zhicheng saw Wan Heng for the first time, he was stunned. Wan Heng had become a completely different person. His face was haggard and yellow, covered with wrinkles, and all his hair had fallen out. He was 1.8 meters tall and looked like a candle in the wind, shriveled and thin, as if the flame of his life would be extinguished with just a slight blow.
But those eyes were still clear, revealing wisdom and charm, leaving Fang Zhicheng with a sense of familiarity.
"Zhicheng, you're here!" Wan Heng lay on the bed, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said in a hoarse and rough voice, "I have changed so much, do you recognize me?" It can be seen that Wan Heng has a good mentality and knows how to make fun of himself.
After a brief moment of distraction, Fang Zhicheng quickly recovered and said with a smile: "Yes, to be honest, it makes people feel bad."
Wan Heng waved his hands and said, "I have seen through it a long time ago. The King of Hell actually wanted to take me away a long time ago. After the poisoning, I was still able to survive until now. I stole the years from him, so I cherish every day. But at the same time, if I leave like this one day, I don't have too much resentment. It's just that I can't let go of Tang Xue and her daughter..."
Fang Zhicheng quickly took over and assured in a deep voice: "Old Wan, I will not stand idly by. In my eyes, you are my comrade-in-arms, and they are also my family. No matter what problems they encounter, I will do my best to help them solve them."
Wan Heng smiled calmly and said, "For so many years, you have been helping us secretly. Although it is very covert, Tang Xue and I can feel it. In fact, you don't need to do this. It will only make me feel guilty."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and said softly: "Lao Wan, don't think like that. You must take good care of your body. I am still waiting to fight side by side with you!"
Wan Heng's eyes revealed confusion. He took a long breath and said, "In the beginning, I worked hard to treat myself because I was unwilling to give up. I still had many ambitions to achieve. But my disease is already incurable. I know this. People must face reality."
Fang Zhicheng felt his throat dry. Wan Heng was one of the few cadres in his career who had ideals, abilities and ambitions. Unfortunately, his fate was too bad. He was plotted against by political enemies and villains. It was so unfair that a 40-year-old deputy department-level cadre could only retire sadly and use drugs to maintain his life every day.