It rained all night long, and there was a lot of water on the paths in the No. 1 Middle School campus. Hua Xi Que and several teachers from the Political Education Department brought some bricks from somewhere and placed them in the puddles for students to walk on. Some naughty boys deliberately slipped and fell into the water, splashing water on the girls, which caused bursts of exclamations and laughter.
As soon as Wen Liang walked into the school gate, what he heard most was the sports festival that had just ended. Groups of people were excitedly talking about the interesting things that happened at the sports festival. As an iconic figure who promoted this change, Wen Liang's name also appeared from time to time in their topics.
As soon as he entered the classroom of Class 6, Huang Gang pulled him aside to talk about the grand occasion of the sports festival, how interesting, how lively, how sensational, and how envied by students from other schools. Wen Liang listened with a smile, but didn't take it to heart. In the future, this is actually nothing. Not to mention the most normal sports festival, slightly unusual festivals such as food festivals, carnivals, and cosplay festivals have also begun to prevail in various schools. Times are changing, concepts are changing, and the way of education is also changing.
What remains unchanged are only the young mood, the joy of youth, and those bits and pieces of memories!
At noon, I had a meal with Xu Yao and the other two girls. They were very dissatisfied with Wen Liang for not participating in the sports festival. In order to prevent him from neglecting exercise and premature aging, they agreed that he must not miss the autumn outing this weekend. Wen Liang calculated the days and estimated that he should have nothing to do on the weekend, so he patted his chest and agreed.
The second period in the afternoon was physical education class, and classes six and nine attended the class together. During free time, Wen Liang and Ren Yi squatted by the playground and chatted.
“You said that during the autumn outing, should I buy Song Wan some drinks?”
Song Wan was in Class 28. Although it was not far from Ren Yi's Class 29, they were busy with their studies and it was difficult for them to see each other. The only chance they had to talk was during the autumn outing.
"Buy it. What's the matter? Are you short of money?"
Ren Yi shook his head, a worried look on his face, and said, "It's not about the money. Hey, if I give her a drink in front of her friends, will it embarrass her?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "If a girl gave me a drink in front of you, I would feel very proud..."
"How can they be the same? You are shameless, but my Song Wan is respectable!"
"Hey, you're not even starting to make a move yet, and you're already going to stab your brother for a woman?"
"That's not what I meant..."
Ren Yi was getting a little anxious, and Wen Liang couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he said, "Seriously, I think it's better not to send her off. The girl has told you very clearly that studying is the most important thing right now. If you shamelessly get close to her, it might backfire. It's better to be generous and chase her after her when she gets admitted to Peking University. Who dares to refuse her then? You'll risk your life for her!"
"Yes, that's right!" Ren Yi gritted his teeth and said, "I'll just endure it for a year or so, and pretend I didn't see it!"
Wen Liang gave a thumbs up and said, "Man!"
After a moment, "Brother Wen, what if I can't get into Peking University?"
"... Then, we can only use force..."
"Okay, but you have to help hold down my hands and feet..."
Two days later, Wen Liang was waiting in the Guanshan Airport lobby. At nine o'clock, Lei Fang and Gao Zhan walked out of the passage one after the other. Wen Liang greeted them and gave Lei Fang a warm hug. He smiled and said, "Brother Lei, do you want to go to the company first, or find a place to rest first?"
"Let's go to the company. You won't be tired now after sleeping all the way."
"Okay, Teacher Fan has also made arrangements and is preparing to hold a grand welcome ceremony."
Lei Fang complained: "Why are you being so polite? We are all family. Just sit down and have a cup of tea and introduce me to everyone. Don't make it too much trouble."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "It's only right. Brother Lei has come from afar, so Fan Bo and the others should show some appreciation."
When they arrived at Guanshan Science and Technology Park, Lei Fang didn't say anything, but when he saw Fan Bo and a group of senior executives of the company waiting outside the headquarters building of Bencao Ruolan, he couldn't help but reveal a look of joy on his face.
If he had been a broker in Sijiu City, it would have been fine, but he happened to be involved in the grand plan of Hengsha Mining, saw a completely different world, and experienced the pleasure of rising power and status brought by doing serious things. That kind of pleasure is like some kind of addictive drug. Once you try it, you will always recall it and miss it.
People are not afraid of being poor, but are afraid of falling back into poverty after becoming rich. There is always a sense of unwillingness in their hearts, and the unwillingness will lead to thoughts. After thinking over and over again, they had that conversation with Wen Liang, expressing their intention to do something for Bencao Ruolan.
Although Bencao Ruolan is not as big as Hengsha Mining, Lei Fang knows from the side that the market of health products is worth hundreds of billions of dollars. The funds flowing through the account every day are astronomical figures. The small amount that seeps through the fingers is the money he can't make even if he pimps for decades in Sijiu City. Especially Bencao Ruolan jumped into the Yellow River and became famous all over the world. In the past few months, it has conquered cities and territories and has been invincible. It has demonstrated great competitiveness under the modern enterprise management system and is hailed as the rising star in the industry who is most likely to surpass Sanshu's leading position.
When Lei Fang gave the money to Wen Liang to buy shares, he had never thought about this day, so after considering it for a few days, he really couldn't resist the temptation of intervening in the huge profits that Bencao Ruolan would bring. Risking the dissatisfaction of Ning Xi, he proposed to have a share of the pie, not only dividends, but also power!
As for whether Wen Liang would be dissatisfied, he didn't really care. No matter how much he had lost power in the Lei family, he was still a member of the Lei family. The confidence in his bones as a child of a noble family made him never regard Wen Liang as an insurmountable obstacle.
Moreover, as a major shareholder holding 30% of the shares, it was natural for him to be in charge of the company. Even if Ning Xi was biased, it was not right for her to scold him too much.
After a lively welcome ceremony, Fan Bo announced that Lei Fang would be the deputy general manager of Bencao Ruolan, in charge of the general office, logistics, material control, equipment and other departments. This was a foregone conclusion. Lei Fang would not expect Wen Liang to ask him to be in charge of important departments such as personnel, finance and sales right away. A tall building starts from the ground. What he needs to do now is to observe, learn and comprehend, and then seek further possibilities when the time is right!
Wen Liang left Lei Fang at the company and went to a coffee shop in a remote part of the city. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Tang Ye came in wearing a hat and scarf, wrapped tightly, and sat down to talk about the recent developments in the province. Yin Qingquan and Wu Wenyue were fighting fiercely in secret. They argued several times at the Standing Committee meeting about the investment of 100 million yuan in Lingyang Port to build two 100,000-ton crude oil terminals and the corresponding crude oil transfer terminals, deep-water channels, breakwaters, etc. If it weren't for Yu Peidong's mediation, it might really be out of control.
Wen Liang frowned and asked, "Where's the contradiction?"
He knew that Lingyang Port Group was transformed from the predecessor of the Port Authority in 1988 and was one of the 51 key state-owned enterprises. It was very powerful and had been a major taxpayer in Lingyang City for many years. However, he had never paid much attention to things like port trade, so he didn't understand why Wu Yin and the others refused to give in and made things so ugly.
"The contradiction is that Jiangdong Province has more than one Lingyang Port..."
Wen Liang suddenly realized and said, "If my guess is correct, Yin Qingquan supports Lingyang Port and Wu Wenyue supports Guanshan Port, right?"
Tang Ye stroked the black hair on his forehead, smiled and said, "Yes, Wu Wenyue pointed to Guanshan, saying that Guanshan has mature conditions, complete equipment, a long history, and its achievements in the past five years are obvious to all. The annual cargo throughput has exceeded 50 million. It is also a provincial capital, so it should be given priority for development. However, Yin Qingquan's reasons are also very sufficient. Among the seven port cities in Jiangdong, Lingyang Port has come from behind. Through management innovation, technological innovation, and business innovation, it has successively set dozens of world, national and group loading and unloading records, and has won many awards and honors. Recently, it has vigorously developed deep-water, dedicated and large berths, and the infrastructure conditions have improved a lot. It is reasonable and should be supported by the provincial party committee and government. Besides, they are all born by their parents, so they can't be divided into first, second, and third levels. The provincial capital should be taken care of, and the non-provincial capitals should be sidelined. It's not right..."
Wen Liang chuckled. Tang Ye's last words imitated Yin Qingquan's tone so vividly that one could almost imagine Wu Wenyue's anger when he heard these words.
"Anyway, each of them had their own reasons, which made the people below at a loss. I heard from a friend that the atmosphere in the provincial party committee compound was very solemn during this period. When people met and greeted each other, they used their eyes to signal and did not dare to make loud noises..."
Wen Liang was silent in deep thought. On the surface, the two of them were arguing over the settlement of the crude oil terminal, which was a normal conflict due to different governance concepts. But at a deeper level, it was because Yu Peidong was about to retire in the next term, and the two of them had little time to prepare, so they had to seize every opportunity to expand their influence. For example, Yin Qingquan, if Wu Wenyue had spoken in the past and Yu Peidong had no objection, he would definitely agree with both hands, and would swallow his opinion no matter how big it was. But now he is openly confronting Wu Wenyue. Winning is good, but losing doesn't matter. The key is to let the people below see that he can speak and dare to speak, which is the most important thing.
Seeing Wen Liang in deep thought, Tang Ye added in a low voice: "Gu Shitong seems to be very close to Zhuang Shaoxuan recently..."
"Hmm?" Wen Liang suddenly raised his head and saw Tang Ye's eyes flickering. He immediately understood what she meant and said, "Gu Shitong also wants to do the crude oil terminal business?"
"Ports are all wholly owned by state-owned enterprises. He has no way to invest in them, but there are other businesses to do around dock construction. Minghua Group has a subsidiary called Minghua Port Construction, which has first-class qualifications for port and waterway engineering construction..."
Wen Liang's eyes were cold, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Two billion, what a big piece of cake!"
(Everyone understands that I don’t know what to do in this situation. I have been laying the groundwork for so long, and now I am facing this situation when I am about to start. I have to stop at a few things, or maybe I can’t even mention them. The outline I set is obviously no longer usable. If the plot seems awkward and incoherent later, please forgive me) (To be continued)