When Wei Qian and San Pang arrived at their destination, Lao Xiong had already greeted them in advance. The friend who introduced the project to them last time held a cardboard sign cut from a shoe box and greeted them in the car.
Old Xiong’s friend was originally named Li Goudan, but when he grew up, he changed himself to Li Fengya. He is an entrepreneur who was born as a farmer. In his early years, he worked as a contractor and led a construction team to make a fortune. He met Lao Xiong while pouring tea.
Li Fengya's sideline business is selling local products all over the country, and her main business is two, one is construction, the other is demolition, demolition and re-building, one-stop service, package.
However, what he earns is still mostly hard-earned money, and those who have been watching the investment and development have been jealous for a long time, but it is a pity that he can't get that much money at hand, so he wants to recruit people to join the group.
It's a pity that the old bear took a look last time, and he didn't seem to show much interest. Li Fengya came to think that this matter was trivial, but she didn't expect that there would be a turning point, so she was very happy to accept the person.
Li Fengya is in her forties, unattractive, dark and thin, with sunken eyes, less than 1.7 meters tall, and less than 2 feet 1 waist. At first glance, she looks like a piece of black beef jerky.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he was not too cold, with his coat in his hand, and a brand-name shirt with rolled sleeves. It hadn’t been washed for an unknown amount of time. It was rubbed like a piece of dried pickle, and the front hem was tucked into the waistband of his trousers. , the back hem was exposed outside the waistband of his trousers, and when he walked, he jumped up and down with his cheerful steps, as if he was wearing a fart curtain.
Although it is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, but there is such a kind of person in the world, even if he is wearing a jade robe, others will only think that he has taken out the bamboo mat at home and tied him up.
Wei Qian had already met him once, so he was not surprised, but San Pang had never seen such a rich and poor man, so he was taken aback, and secretly whispered to Wei Qian: "Hey, which coal mine did this big brother crawl out of?"
Wei Qian said: "Huang Shiren Pit No. 1."
San Pang wanted to sew his mouth shut.
There are guests coming from far away, according to the rules, Li Fengya naturally wants to entertain them. After three rounds of drinking at the dinner table, and shamelessly flattering each other as "youthful talent" and "scheming" before Li Fengya starts to talk about the topic : "Last time I thought it was too simple. Now besides us, several other companies are staring at this land. I heard that one of them invited a foreign designer to design. The dog has long horns to dress up in foreign countries. Quite the case."
San Pang hurriedly asked: "We are all foreigners and don't know how deep the water is inside, so do you think this is reliable?"
Li Fengya took a sip of the wine, shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say."
"how?"
Li Fengya lowered her voice, scratched the table with her chopsticks dipped in wine, stretched her neck, and said in a lower voice, "Because I've been thinking about this, I've also made a lot of connections. I'll tell you two little brothers." Well, I can talk to both the Land Bureau and the city government—of course, don’t think that I’m so great, bro, I can talk to others, and of course others can talk too. Dare to come up with the idea of this matter, right—the director of the Land Bureau, Zhou, used to be a fellow from our hometown. I just had a drink with him two days ago and chatted with him. Oh, it’s really hard to talk about this now. You know how many pieces of land The commercial street in the middle, right?"
Seeing the two people nodding, Li Fengya continued: "It was invested by a local company. Their boss is surnamed Zhang. This Zhang is always the cousin of our secretary. Now it is like this. A commercial street is booming. But Mr. Zhang didn't know which tendon was wrong. He only rented it and didn't sell it. He said that he wanted to ensure the grade and not let this commercial street become a wholesale market for small commodities. Now that the grade is there, the capital chain is broken. Hundreds of millions of projects have been invested in, and the loans are due. Otherwise, the surrounding residential land can be cheaper for us? Impossible, even now, every family is waiting in a hurry, and the premise is that they hope that the surname Zhang will not get it. If you have money, everyone can eat what leaks out between people’s teeth, and if you always want to open it, you’ll sell the commercial street or get new funds, we’re all in vain.”
San Pang: "Why doesn't he sell it?"
Li Fengya slapped her thigh: "I can't think about it!"
Sanpang: "If he has no money, he can find someone to cooperate with. With such a strong background, is there no one to lend him money? Borrow a little bit, and then find a partner to contribute capital, isn't it all work?"
Li Fengya gestured and said: "No, fat brother, you don't understand. To put it mildly, it's because he can't get the money back for a while. To put it bluntly, his cash chain has broken. 'Crackling', it's broken." , It's dead! Do you understand?"
Li Fengya loves to use onomatopoeia very much, as if it can increase his vocabulary, the word "ga bang" sprayed three fat faces with saliva.
San Pang wiped his face, feeling from his heavy saliva, the difficulty of taking this matter down.
"No matter what his background is, he is still a private company. What are private companies most afraid of? No money, my fat brother!"
Li Fengya said, reached out and grabbed a big elbow on the table, gnawed it three times, and wiped his mouth: "I'm telling you, Mr. Zhang is a bit sour. I've met him once. Oh, my old lady, then He frowned and looked condescending, I think he just came back from a business trip at Nantianmen - people look down on us rich locals, otherwise would I have to go all the way to find you?"
Only then did Wei Qian ask: "Brother Li, according to your opinion, he has no other choice but to sell this commercial street in his hand?"
Li Fengya pondered for a moment: "It's not necessarily true, he may have a hard time actually starting the construction, but if he is willing to borrow a cover, find someone to come forward to package a new project company for him, and then establish a project financing in the name of the project company to win the project." It is not impossible to sell this land directly at a premium, and return a large amount of cash, but it will take a long time, and if this matter is put on my head, I will do it, Mr. Zhang, I am not with you Have you said it? The old man may not be willing to do this kind of thing under the table."
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and finally discussed with Li Fengya for a while, and the group decided to visit the commercial street the next day and stop by nearby.
When he returned to the hotel at night, Wei Qian took a shower in lukewarm water to wake up from the wine. He didn't even wipe his hair, so he found his previous planning book and tore it up.
Sanpang watched coldly, and said sarcasticly: "Is it different from what you expected? Are you dumbfounded? Are you out of luck? Let me tell you, let's pack up and buy a ticket to go back tomorrow. Listen to your coughing, panting There was a noise, the valve cores of both lungs fell off, and there was a continuous air leak.”
Wei Qian glanced at him, suspecting that the old bear had malicious intentions in letting San Pang follow him.
San Pangmei played the role of Zhu Bajie, and when he seized the opportunity, he proposed to divide the luggage and go back to Gao Laozhuang, which is really the best weapon to shake the morale of the army.
Old Xiong, who has a simple and honest appearance and a monkey spirit at heart, may have known it the last time he came, and he just wanted him to retreat.
San Pang then said: "Qian'er, I don't think this matter is going to work at all. The old Li is a snake in the water, what else do you want? Is it possible to send your third brother and me to seduce government officials? Let me tell you." Ah, soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated."
Wei Qian managed to stop his coughing, and gave San Pang a painful look: "Third brother cough cough, I beg you, show some face!"
"Don't frame me, my integrity is as immortal as my fat." San Pang got up and twisted his waist, "Well, you old man is thinking about it slowly. I think it's good to eat that roast chicken at night. Before our class teacher returns to the court, I decide Wholesale a few more, go back and give the children a taste."
Wei Qian opened a blueprint that Li Fengya got for him through the back door, spread it on the bed, and said in a low voice, "If you want to go back yourself, I won't go anyway."
San Pang sat down on the edge of the bed: "You don't cry when you see the coffin!"
Wei Qian said calmly, "I won't cry when I see the coffin, what's the use of crying? It's okay, I have a second plan."
Sanpang's eyes lit up: "You're pretty cool, I expected it earlier"
Wei Qian: "I'm thinking about it now."
San Pang looked at him silently for a while: "Qian'er, I don't understand why - you were like this before you got on the train, you were like this on the train, and you were still like this when you got to the place to understand the situation - your confidence is all from the beginning. Where did it come from? Why do you think you can definitely take it down?"
Wei Qian raised his head, because of illness and poor rest, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, but the eyes were heavy. Although there was a bit of gloom that did not reveal it for a long time, the core was firm and undivided.
"To fight against the outside world, we must first settle down inside." Wei Qian said, "I have limited energy, and I have decided what to do. If I keep doubting and hesitating again and again, then I really don't have to do anything all day long. What, but I have already decided to do it, and under this premise, I don't think about anything else."
San Pang then became serious and asked him, "Then what if you fail?"
Wei Qian shook his head calmly: "I don't think about it."
San Pang was in a hurry: "How can you not think about this? Aren't you messing around? Did you consider Mr. Zhang before you came here? There are always things you can't think of. You don't think about anything, don't you think you are too rash?" ?”
Wei Qian smiled at him: "Temporary failure is not a failure, it's just an accident. Soldiers will block you, and water will cover you. Even if there is an accident, what I need to consider is how to make up for the loss and take advantage of the opportunity brought by the accident. Nothing else."
San Pang had accepted his weird, almost cult-like mental state, and resigned to his fate to bid farewell to his dear little roast chicken for a while, and went to another bed to lay his body.
Wei Qian and the others have been away for several days, and Wei Zhiyuan is finally on vacation—that means the Spring Festival is here.
The big brother is not here this Spring Festival, and the whole family is having a boring time.
Only when the New Year's bell rang, Wei Qian made a phone call home, but there was the sound of firecrackers blowing up everywhere, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't even hear clearly when he said when he would go home.
The boy hung up the phone and began to seriously think about his doomed rough love journey.
Wei Zhiyuan knew that his feelings were too shocking to the world, no one could accept it calmly at the first hearing, let alone someone like Big Brother.
Wei Zhiyuan actually thought about it, if he shows a little inclination, will the eldest brother hinder his feelings, pinch his nose to understand a little bit, tolerate a little bit, and then get used to it slowly
It would be a long seesaw process, and Wei Zhiyuan didn't have the confidence that he would succeed.
In the face of teenagers' worries, people will always be sentimental and hesitant involuntarily, not to mention this secret love that is destined to be dark.
It's rare for Wei Zhiyuan not to be confident in this aspect. He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know if his elder brother will treat him like he treats Xiaobao, willing to back down repeatedly for him, and even has no bottom line.
What if he simply thought he was crazy
What if he finds it disgusting beyond what he can accept and back off from
There was a loud noise, huge fireworks exploded in the air, and the private car downstairs screamed in shock. Wei Zhiyuan's ears were a little ringing from the shock, and he couldn't help but tilt his head, rejecting this idea.
He couldn't accept that Wei Qian was a stranger to him, and when he thought of this, his fear of being abandoned all the time from his childhood would submerge him again.
He has to be steady, peaceful, and effective.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't know how much time he had left. He thought that he first needed to create a subtle environment, just like a spider weaving a web. He had to have a big framework first, and then proceed step by step.
Beyond that, he thought he needed a teammate.
Wei Zhiyuan shifted his gaze to Mrs. Song who had been sleeping on the sofa for a while, and skipped over her after a while—she was harder to convince than the elder brother, maybe it would be painful to explain the whole thing to her.
Finally, Wei Zhiyuan's eyes fell on Xiaobao.
Why do you keep calm and try to get her to find a way to be by your side
When Wei Qian left, he didn't even catch up with the registration for the start of the last semester. It was Wei Zhiyuan who took his student card to the school and registered for him.
During this period, Wei Zhiyuan seemed to be suffering from a mental illness, and his home was filled with all kinds of difficult books, materials and literary works. Content design, philosophy, psychology, sociology, and even some strange art and so on.
Mrs. Song was illiterate, so she was in awe when she saw a large book. Every time she found Wei Zhiyuan flipping through the book with shallow myopia glasses, she even tiptoed past.
But Xiaobao felt that her little brother was a bit abnormal. Among the teenagers, teenagers who didn't do their homework and didn't play football in their spare time didn't seem very normal. One class, no one is going to watch this stuff.
Xiaobao felt that he was too gloomy, and it happened that in the Chinese class of the new semester, he chose to read the works of lying poets.
She told her grandma first, but grandma didn't believe her story, thinking that she was ignorant and didn't study, so she didn't like other people's reading.
For the first time, Song Xiaobao looked forward to his elder brother coming back soon.
Wei Qian didn't come back until March in Yangchun.
At the end of the first lunar month, when Wei Qian laid out several agreements in front of the old bear, the old bear fully explained what it means to be "stunned" with his expression.
At that time, Wei Qian walked around the commercial street, and immediately knew it in his heart.
He began to investigate intensively, market positioning, and at the same time presented a difficult problem for Li Fengya—to ask him to get in touch with Mr. Zhang.
This makes Li Fengya worry, he really doesn't want to deal with such a high-end and foreign person as Mr. Zhang.
He lost a lot of his hair during Chinese New Year, but at this time, "God" gave him a chance.
Mr. Zhang's son is in junior high school, and the local folk customs are relatively tough. Junior high school boys often scratch and fight on the side of the road when they disagree with each other. When Li Fengya saw the boy, he was surrounded by seven or eight gangsters. .
Li Fengya did not forget to make a fortune, and was willing to drink and eat meat with his fellow migrant workers during festivals and festivals. At that time, there were several men who were slightly drunk by his side. But Li Fengya and the others are used to seeing gangsters fighting. At Lao Li's age, he no longer knows how to yell when he sees injustice.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the mentally disabled victim loudly reported his identity: "My dad is a big boss, and my cousin is an official! Kill you, believe it or not?"
Wei Qian put pressure on Li Fengya all day long, asking him to contact Mr. Zhang. The huge pressure almost made Li Fengya weak. .
The migrant workers stopped and craned their necks to watch.
Lao Li thought about it for a moment, then pointed out: "What are you doing all this for the New Year's Eve? Tell them not to fight!"
He gave an order, and even though no one moved, a few punks got scared when they saw this lineup, glanced at each other, whistled, and ran away.
Lao Li pretended to be amiable and pulled the "victim" up to ask. If he closed his eyes, someone would hand him a pillow. This two-headed boy is Mr. Zhang's precious son!
The tortoise jumped up and patted the dirt on his buttocks, stretched out his hand to put Lao Li on the shoulder with straight eyebrows, and said in a casual way: "Man, thank you! From now on, you will be my big brother. I will cover you if you have anything to do." looking at you!"
Li Fengya said heartily: "This little bastard must be short-sighted."
With a haha smile on his face, he said with pride: "It's not a matter, it's all fate!"
After San Pang learned about it, he said to Wei Qian with emotion: "That grandson of Lao Li is quite talented! You are lucky to be able to come, lucky general."
Wei Qian's voice was hoarse due to his own coughing, but it didn't prevent him from sneering at San Pang in the least. He said, "I hired those bastards."
Three fat: ""
In order to prevent them from appearing intentionally, Mr. Zhang was always contacted by Lao Li.
However, the tricks of the evil spirits are just supplementary materials. What really moved Mr. Zhang was the framework agreement handed over in the name of Lao Li.
On the surface, this agreement is between Lao Li and Mr. Zhang. Lao Li contributed 25% of the shares, and at the same time agreed to monopolize the upstream and downstream projects. Mr. Zhang, as the major shareholder on the surface, took the remaining shares and was responsible for the entire project. Project management.
But Mr. Zhang has no money, so a third-party invisible shareholder was introduced here. Li Fengya did not introduce Wei Qian and the others to Mr. Zhang until then. Wei Qian and Mr. Zhang signed a second agreement, in the framework of the entire project In the agreement, it is bound to Mr. Zhang. As the unregistered actual shareholder, Lao Xiong is responsible for paying the money. Mr. Zhang, as the nominal shareholder registered on the register, is fully responsible for the entire project, including land acquisition, formalities and sales. Enjoy 15% dividend right.
Mr. Zhang and the others played with nothing but the "asset-light" concept, which was extremely cutting-edge at the time. While mitigating risks, what attracted Mr. Zhang most was that he could integrate the surrounding residential buildings and commercial streets into a whole.
The reason why he refuses to sell the commercial street is that he hopes to produce such a landmark and branded thing. Zhang is always an untimely idealist. He dreams of digging out a piece of land in the city center and making a A piece of architecture with a very personal style like his own kingdom, but unfortunately it was too carefully crafted, which caused the previous project cycle to be too long, and even the capital chain broke.
In Mr. Zhang's opinion, entrusting him to manage the business is much more exciting than charging a premium for a land based on connections.
He and Wei Qian hit it off immediately, and won the land use agreement at the end of the month. During this period, Wei Qian and San Pang were not idle. With the help of Mr. Zhang, they used wine bottles to pave all the relationship channels, with an average of two to three meals a day. The first thing I do when I return to the hotel every night is to vomit to death.
At the same time, follow Mr. Zhang to run the early stage, stare at the plan, get up in the middle of the night to study piles of legal clauses, draft various agreements, and send them to professionals for review. Various calculations and cash plans are revised one after another, and printed out The waste manuscripts are stacked up to two feet thick.
Following Wei Qian, a workaholic, San Pang's fat that claimed to be as immortal as his integrity actually lost ten catties a month, and his belt was loose in a buttonhole.
Old Xiong didn't expect that 30 million yuan would be gnawed down by these two children alive.
And Wei Qian originally wanted to follow the project until the pre-sale of the project started and the capital returned. Anyway, there are no classes in the second half of the semester of senior year. It is enough for him to show his face when he submits his thesis defense, but he did not expect to be successful in the end. He died first—the dead fat man was a prophecy, his lungs really leaked, and he coughed for a whole winter, and lived up to expectations and turned into pneumonia.
In the end, the old bear came and carried it back, and threw it at home to recuperate.
Wei Qian returned home like an African refugee, but Granny Song took the opportunity to yell and ate chicken stew for three days straight, which made him sick when he saw the casserole.
When he returned home this time, he had an intuition that something was wrong with Wei Zhiyuan, but at first glance he was as sensible and hardworking as ever, Wei Qian couldn't tell what was wrong.
At the weekend, Wei Zhiyuan reckoned that his invisible accomplice Song Xiaobao was going to report the situation with his eldest brother, so he went out early as usual to take extra classes, leaving the opportunity for Xiaobao to play.
Song Xiaobao really lived up to expectations, and couldn't hold back her words for a long time. As soon as Wei Zhiyuan went out, she secretly ran over to Wei Qian and said, "Second brother may be suffering from autism."
"" Wei Qian, "You should go and watch cartoons."
"Really!" Song Xiaobao swore to the sky, "I won't lie to you! If you don't believe me, go and have a look in his room!"
Wei Qian: "How old is he? He's still autistic. If he doesn't want to talk to you, he's autistic? I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Song Xiaobao and Mrs. Xiong agreed to go to her place to learn dancing on weekends, and it won't take long. Seeing that her elder brother didn't take her words seriously at all, she jumped up and dragged Wei Qian, pushing him all the way begging for nothing. Arriving at the door of Wei Zhiyuan's house, he opened the door: "Look for yourself! I won't tell you, I hate it! I'm leaving."
Support: Please share with your friends!