Three days later, Feng Xingtai was pulled out of the grain processing factory by Li Shiqiang, stuffed into a small car, and taken to Ice City.
"Did your kid do something bad at school? Why do you need me to do it?"
The first thing Feng Xingtai said when he saw his son was to question him, which made Feng Yu very hurt.
"Dad, what are you talking about? Your son is so good, how could he do bad things? Good things are definitely good things."
"Quick, fart, the factory is busy. Yesterday, more than ten tons of soybeans were brought in and they are busy processing them. Where are those three old engineers? Return them to me as soon as they are used up. With them watching, the production speed Damn it, their speed is more than 10% slower this time."
Feng Yu's eyes widened, "Do you think those three Soviet experts were specially invited to process your small grain?"
"Dad, you are not the point. The point is that you want to start a company again!"
Feng Yu was waiting for his father's praise, but what he was waiting for was another slap on the back of the head.
"I'm too busy with this factory, and you're still running a company. You want to exhaust me to death!"
Feng Yu rubbed the back of his head with a sad look on his face: "Dad, have you ever taken charge of our Taihua Trading Company in Bingcheng? Why do I want to tire you to death? I said that the grain processing plant should be left to others to manage. Don’t worry about yourself.”
"That's right. Then tell me why you opened another company and what does this company do?" Feng Xingtai chuckled and rubbed his son's head.
"You know Bingcheng Machinery Factory, the plows, seeders, etc. used on our farm are all produced by this factory."
"You want to open a machine shop?"
"No, it's a stake in the machinery factory. Tomorrow you sign a contract with me, and then you will be a shareholder of the machinery factory. From now on, for every dollar the machinery factory earns, it will give you a dime."
"What, how much does it cost to invest in a machinery factory? With this money, it is better to buy a production line for processing soybean oil. Soybean oil is so profitable."
"Dad, the money has been paid."
Snapped!
"You prodigal son, who asked you to make the decision!"
Feng Yu took a step back, and after feeling that this distance was safer, he patiently explained: "Dad, investing in this will definitely make money, and I invested in it based on technology, using Soviet technical data. Think about it, this data is what we What's the use of holding it? Do you open your own machinery factory? I wanted to sell it to them, but they couldn't come up with so much money, so they converted it into shares. If you don't sign, the money will be thrown away. "
When he heard that if he didn't sign, the money would be thrown away, Feng Xingtai gave Feng Yu a hard look: "For the last time, if you do this again, I will beat you to death! Xiao Li, please look at him more and let him go to school well." , Isn’t the money you make now enough? You know money every day, I think other people are obsessed with money!"
Li Shiqiang was covering his mouth and snickering, but he immediately said seriously: "Uncle Feng, Xiaoyu did well in the last midterm exam. I have been supervising his studies."
"What's wrong with making more money?" Feng Yu muttered in a low voice.
"What did you say, louder?"
"It's okay, Dad, don't worry, I promise I won't open a company for you again!" Feng Yu thought to himself, when I go back during the Chinese New Year and get my ID card, I will open my own company in the future!
"Well, that's right. Study hard and get into a good university in the future. Only then will you be successful. Just having money is of no use. From now on, people won't call you an old hat." Feng Xingtai was very satisfied with Feng Yu's attitude of correcting his mistakes when he knew they were wrong. satisfy.
Next, Feng Xingtai began to talk about how prosperous his grain processing factory is now. The director of the factory said that he would definitely be given a big medal at the end of the year, and he would also be featured on the farm's TV station, and even submitted to the branch station to broadcast his advanced deeds.
Feng Yu listened patiently, and from time to time echoed with exclamations such as "Ah!" "Really?" "Oh!" "Really!" The red light on Feng Xingtai's face never disappeared.
"Hey, where is the kid from Dongjun?"
Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat, it was over, the secret was about to be revealed.
Sure enough, Li Shiqiang said casually: "I'm in class."
Feng Yu immediately felt a murderous aura coming, and quickly shrank his head back to avoid his father's life-threatening soul-seeking palm.
"You little brat, you skipped class again! If you dare to run away, I'll beat you to death! Xiao Li, stop him!"
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After Feng Yu was executed for a while, he lay on the sofa with a depressed look on his face: "Dad, I have to go to class tomorrow afternoon. Why do you want me to sit on the bench like this?"
"What afternoon, you go to school in the morning, no, go to school in the morning!"
"We have to sign a contract with the machinery factory in the morning."
"I will go with Xiao Li to sign the contract. It will be the same without you!"
"Dad, there are many traps in the contract. Do you know all of these? Besides, the technical information is still with me. If I don't go, they won't sign a contract with you. Don't worry, this is the last time. I will definitely not skip classes in the future. ." Feng Yu added in his heart that you won't be caught skipping classes in the future.
At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Feng Yu and the others drove to the municipal government. Zhang Ruiqiang somehow convinced the superiors and actually agreed to the restructuring of the machinery factory in three days. After that, Bingcheng Machinery Factory was renamed Bingcheng Machinery Co., Ltd., and of course it still mainly produced agricultural machinery.
Sitting on the main stage in the conference room, Feng Xingtai felt as if there were nails in his butt, and he couldn't feel comfortable no matter what. There are leaders next to them, big leaders, including the director and secretary of the machinery factory, the director of the Agricultural Machinery Bureau, the director of the Enterprise Reform Leadership Office, and the biggest one is the deputy director.
That was the deputy director, much older than the director of some farm. I actually shook hands with him just now, and his palms were still sweaty.
Feng Yu looked at the contract carefully, changed a few clauses on it with a pen, and then handed it to Zhang Ruiqiang: "Chang Zhang, these clauses must be changed. We do not accept the overlord clause."
"Is there any problem with this? Whoever holds the most shares has the final say."
"This is true, but we cannot be deprived of our right to speak. We must have the right to supervise finances. Any funds involving more than 10,000 yuan cannot be transferred without the signature of our authorized person. This principle applies everywhere. Also There is one thing: no matter how the company injects capital, our proportion of equity cannot be reduced. Another point is that in the company's leadership team, it is no problem for us to be only one person, but for proposals involving more than one million funds, we have one vote veto power!"
"The finance department still requires your signature. This is too troublesome. Also, why can't the equity be changed due to capital injection? If you contribute less, the equity will naturally be reduced. The last one-vote veto power is even more ridiculous. I have never heard of it. !" Li Mingde retorted loudly.
"For a joint-stock company, the finances are subject to our supervision. It's just a formality. This is the case for any joint-stock company. If you contribute more money, we will naturally increase the corresponding investment. You don't have to worry about this. As for the last one, it is the most important. , are you saying that you want to donate 10 million to the city, and everyone else has agreed, so I have to agree?" Feng Yu sneered.
There are still some problems in this contract, but Feng Yu has not changed it yet. He has already given the city enough money. If he cannot agree to these three articles, then he will never let his father sign!
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