The night is short and long!
The two men sat opposite each other, drank some tea, played chess, and had an in-depth and extensive conversation about the past, present and future of Xinxing Factory. There were no grudges, no schemes, no respect or inferiority, as if they were old friends of decades, opening their hearts to each other, talking at length, saying whatever they wanted, as if the sound of spring water flowing over bluestone, seemed comfortable and relaxed.
Ji Zheng is a cruel and wild man. He is not one to be under someone else's control. However, after several years of trials and tribulations, he has come to realize that the world is like a game of chess. Without a backer or a platform, he will be nothing more than a pawn if he relies solely on himself to fight for his whole life. Therefore, he has become more stable and experienced than before, no matter how he behaves or how he handles things, no matter his character or methods.
Wen Liang likes Ji Zheng now!
Before he knew it, the sky was getting light. He could hear the noise of people getting up in the morning outside. Wen Liang stretched himself, pinched his sore shoulders, and said with a smile, "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything delicious nearby?"
"There's a small restaurant next to the factory. Everything else is OK, but the sweet rice cakes and fried oil twists are delicious. You must try them."
"Okay, I'll listen to you and try it!"
It was not until I arrived at the restaurant that I realized that this restaurant was actually a branch of the famous Zhangjia Youxuan in Guanshan. Speaking of Youxuan, everyone who has eaten it will like it. When a certain great man came to Guanshan for inspection, he did not forget to pack up twenty of them to take away. So much so that Ji Xianlin personally wrote an inscription for Zhang's: soft, crispy and fragrant, Youxuan Zhang, which shows how popular it is.
Wen Liang ate five of them in one go, washing them down with sweet foam. It was truly a delicacy. In fact, real delicacies are often found in the market. The truth lies in the plain recipes. They have a unique and moving flavor compared to those foods that are carefully crafted with dozens of ingredients.
"Qinghe Soy Milk has opened a branch in Guanshan, right? They should absorb this kind of local specialty food..."
Wen Liang just said it casually, and didn't expect Ji Zheng to answer. He was not Li Shengli, and he probably didn't know much about Qinghe. Unexpectedly, Ji Zheng was thoughtful and said with a smile: "I mentioned it to Shengli at the last party. He heard that Qinghe had sent someone to contact them when they entered Guanshan. It seems that because the Zhang family, who is well-known, has a secret recipe passed down from their ancestors, they are not willing to resell it easily. No matter how high the price is, Shengli doesn't want to ruin Qinghe's reputation with other inferior products, so it has been put on hold for the time being..."
"If we can't buy it, we can think of other ways. When we are poor, we have to change. We will definitely encounter such a situation in the future. We can't just be helpless if they don't sell it!"
Seeing that Wen Liang was about to reprimand Li Shengli, Ji Zheng regretted his decision immediately. He had no intention of telling Wen Liang about his past, so he quickly explained, "I don't know the details, but Shengli must have made his own plans. Qinghe has made several big moves this year, and will soon open a branch in Suhai Province. I have always envied this achievement from the bottom of my heart."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "You are really watertight." But he didn't bring up the topic again. He also felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say these words in front of Ji Zheng. When people reach a certain position, they need to consider too much when speaking and doing things, which is very boring.
After dinner, Ji Zheng invited Wen Liang to visit the factory and talk to the management. Wen Liang was about to agree when his cell phone rang. It was a short message. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his head and smiled, "No, I have something else to do in Qingzhou. I'll meet you next time I come."
"Well, do you want me to arrange a driver... I haven't slept all night, and it's not good to drive when I'm tired..."
"Don't underestimate me. Let alone staying up all night, even if I stay up for three days and three nights, I can just wash my face with clean water and nothing will happen!"
Wen Liang joked and turned to get in the car. Ji Zheng remembered something and asked, "While we are making efforts in the south, should we continue to strengthen our cooperation with the Qinghua Factory?"
Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "The path that Qinghua Plant is taking is different from ours. In the future, apart from technical exchanges, the overlap in business will gradually decrease..."
The Qinghua Plant has a much deeper foundation than the Xinxing Plant, and has relatively complete technical reserves in many fields. Once the assets are activated, it will be easier to ask for policies from the government or investment from the bank. Under the strong adjustment of Wen Huaiming, its goal will be to focus on the fields of chlor-alkali chemicals, rubber processing and chemical machinery. The caustic soda, chloroprene rubber, propylene oxide and polyvinyl chloride produced will be at the forefront of the country, and the chlor-alkali plant has the characteristics of low cost, circular economy and clean production. It is also preparing to invest in the construction of all-steel radial tires, semi-steel radial tires, aviation tires, and giant engineering tire production lines. Other production lines for high-tech and high-value-added products such as polysulfide rubber, rubber sealing products, and new process soft and hard carbon black are also being prepared. Once it is fully exerted, it is conceivable that it will become a landmark giant state-owned enterprise in China's chemical industry. This is a product of the combination of innate advantages and acquired efforts. Xinxing Plant cannot learn it, and there is no need to learn it!
As for Wen Liang asking Ji Zheng to reduce business dealings, it was for political reasons. Previously, Xinxing Factory was registered under the name of someone else, and its cross-holding with Qinghua Factory was not noticeable. Now that the curtain has been lifted, it is inevitable that people will suspect that Wen Liang was using Wen Huaiming to divide up state-owned assets - although all the accounts can withstand scrutiny, and Wen Liang even suffered a small loss in some aspects, but the gossip of the people is a recipe for disaster, and as the saying goes, it is better to have less trouble.
Ji Zheng nodded and said, "I understand. We will set up a branch company to handle the business in the south, and it will no longer be related to the Qinghua Factory."
After leaving the Xinxing Factory, Wen Liang drove to a luxurious bathing center located in the downtown area. When he entered the door, there was a beautiful lady in cheongsam standing on each side. Her towering breasts and white thighs instantly made his adrenaline surge.
"Welcome!"
The two women folded their hands under their stomachs and bowed at the same time, their wide-open collars showing their deep cleavage. This style is no longer popular in luxury clubs in later generations. The more upscale the place, the more elegant the decoration must be, and the emphasis must be on being subtle but not revealing. However, in the mid-1990s, people's knowledge had just caught up with that of the south, and having such service was considered fashionable.
Wen Liang smiled and walked to the front desk. The front desk was also a beautiful lady who asked enthusiastically, "Welcome, sir, how many people are there? Do you want a private room or the lobby?"
"The private room has been booked!"
Wen Liang reported the room number, and the lady standing on the other side came over to lead him upstairs. When they reached the door, Wen Liang smiled and said, "I can go in by myself."
"Okay, sir, if you need anything, just call the front desk."
After watching the girl leave, Wen Liang looked around and found no suspicious people. He reached out and knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in. The private room was as luxurious as expected, but it was nothing in the eyes of Uncle Wen, who had been exposed to various entertainment venues in the future. Gao Zhan was lying on one of the massage beds, holding a Yan cigarette between his left fingers. His whole face was mostly covered by the rising smoke. At first glance, he looked a bit like a ghost.
"Master Wen, you are here!"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Gao Zhan raised his head alertly, and after seeing clearly that it was Wen Liang, he hurriedly got off the bed, his face filled with excitement. It had been such a long time since he followed Lei Fang to the capital, and it was the first time he had met Wen Liang alone.
Wen Liang reached out his hand and hugged him tightly, then looked him up and down and asked, "Are you feeling well?"
He was asking about Gao Zhan's hand. That time when he helped Lei Fang block a bullet, three fingers on his right hand were completely destroyed. Such trauma is a huge blow to a person, both physically and mentally. Gao Zhan did not speak, but took a step back. His left hand, which had been hanging down, did not move. Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared between his fingers, spinning back and forth between several fingers, like a dance full of rhythmic beauty, and then he made a beautiful knife flower, and then suddenly disappeared.
Gao Zhan, still the same Gao Zhan!
Wen Liang patted his shoulder and said, "Sit down. How did you get away?"
Gao Zhan is now Lei Fang's close confidant, so it's usually hard for him to have free time. He smiled and said, "I like to take a bath. Lei Shao knows that. I do it about once or twice a week. He'll give me some personal time."
"That's good," Wen Liang didn't pay much attention to these details. With his high-level combat ability, he should be able to do it without any mistakes. He said, "Since you are here, don't waste time. Go take a bath first. We can talk about anything later." (To be continued)