On the way from the hotel to Ni Runfeng's house, the two of them didn't have much communication.
Because, with the end of the Changhong board meeting, news of the arrival of the country's richest man in Chengdu spread.
Last year, the National Bureau of Statistics issued the "Reform on my country's GDP Accounting and Data Release System", and subsequently postponed the tertiary industry census originally scheduled for 2003, and planned to conduct the industrial census and basic unit census in 2005 and 2006 respectively. The merger will also include the construction industry in the census, collectively known as the economic census.
In other words, the first national economic census will be conducted at the end of 2004 this year.
ˆ GDP is becoming more and more important, and it has an irreplaceable position in many job interviews.
So, the calls Fang Zhuo received along the way were getting higher and higher.
From the China Merchants Bureau to the city leaders to the provincial leaders, everyone’s attitude was very enthusiastic and they wanted the richest man in the country to have a thorough inspection of the city and province.
As for the implementation of the tens-billion-budget project in Luzhou last year, all leaders at all levels knew about it. The news spread all over the country, saying that the man could make money, really spend money, and dare to spend money.
At that time, he was not yet the richest man in the country. This year, he went one step further. This "come" was not called "come", but was called "come" on the phone.
The car arrived at the community where Ni Runfeng lived, and Fang Zhuo answered the last call. It was actually from Lu Jingmin, the deputy state-owned assets bureau who had just separated.
Many leaders wanted to find out what project Mr. Fang was here to inspect. They asked around and found out that it was related to Changhong. They also learned from Lu Jingmin that the two of them could get in touch, so they asked this man to be a go-between.
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Lu Jingmin half-actively and half-passively accepted the job. This phone call was no longer what Fang Zhuo said when he left the conference room, "Tomorrow I will apologize to the leaders." Instead, it was the leaders trying to answer Mr. Fang's case.
In just a short journey, Fang Zhuo, who had just finished a board meeting, was scheduled to be the guest of the provincial and municipal leaders the next day.
Ni Runfeng also heard Mr. Xiao Fang's constant calls along the way. After getting off the car, he smiled and said: "Mr. Fang, our Sichuan and Sichuan leaders have always been hospitable to guests. Do you realize that?"
Fang Zhuo lamented: “This fully reflects the contradiction between the people’s growing material and cultural needs and backward social production.”
Ni Runfeng was stunned and didn’t know how to answer the question.
“Haha, I remembered the newspaper I read when I came here today.” Fang Zhuo smiled slightly, “Speaking of which, today’s flight was a bit delayed, but Lao Ni, you will never guess who’s calling me.”
Ni Runfeng almost forgot about this. He really couldn't get through Mr. Xiao Fang's phone number before the meeting.
"I wanted to buy an American basketball team, the one Yao Ming played for. When I got here, the team owner Alexander called me and wanted to talk about the sale of the team and asked me to do some things after buying the team.
Promise." Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "I was very anxious on the way, but I had to be patient and deal with it over there."
Of course this was half true and half false. He did receive a call from Alexander. The acquisition of the Rockets was progressing, but he also deliberately waited before arriving at the hotel. When he and Lao Ni chatted, there was something similar that made both of them excited.
A legitimate reason to believe.
If nothing else happens, there will be many things that both parties need to be willing to believe next.
As expected, Ni Runfeng didn’t say anything, but thanked him: “Thanks to Mr. Fang this time. If it weren’t for Mr. Fang, Zhao Yong’s board of directors would really be a sure thing this time.”
“Are you really a board of directors? Twenty or thirty people are participating.” Fang Zhuo shook his head repeatedly, dumbfounded, “When I go back tonight, I guess a lot of people are planning to buy Changhong stocks.”
Ni Runfeng's footsteps paused. Zhao Yong must have thought that today was a sure thing and called many middle and high-level executives. Unexpectedly, a piece of good news suddenly came and the stock was about to rebound.
If we really want to be serious, the China Securities Regulatory Commission may hold us accountable.
He shook his head: "This meeting is to impress me, and the participants are beyond my expectations."
Ni Runfeng took Mr. Fang to the door of his house. As he opened the door, he asked as if unintentionally: "Mr. Fang signed a contract with APEX, have you seen Ji Longfen?"
Fang Zhuo replied calmly: "I didn't see it. I arrived in China, and then the news came from New York. The conditions of Ji Longfen's two companies are already very bad. If Yike doesn't take over, your overseas products of Changhong will be ruined."
Lost."
Ni Runfeng felt relieved, sighed again, and invited Mr. Xiao Fang into his home.
He called his family on the way back. At this moment, wine and food were set on the dinner table, and a slightly immature young man in his twenties quickly came out of the kitchen to say hello.
“Dad, you are back. Is this Uncle Fang?” The young man hesitated when he saw Fang Zhuo.
Ni Runfeng did not hesitate: "This is your Uncle Fang, the President Yike Fang that I often mention to you."
He then introduced Fang Zhuo: "This is my son Ni Boren. He is 21 years old. He is studying in Rongcheng. He is a senior this year and is now interning in Changhong."
Fang Zhuo chewed on the meaning of the name, smiled and shook hands with the young man, and said: "Your dad and I have been friends for many years. In fact, I am not much older than you. We have different things. I call your dad, Brother Ni."
', just call me 'Uncle Fang'."
Ni Boren breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.
Ni Runfeng looked back at his silly son.
Ni Boren took two steps and realized that this was still "Uncle Fang"!
"Mr. Fang, sit down. My son is a good cook. I don't have enough time today, so I asked him to buy some cooked food and cook two plates of his specialty." Ni Runfeng greeted, "My wife is in Fucheng. She is here today.
But you can’t control my drinking.”
Fang Zhuo smiled and said: "You can't drink too much, it's better to be a little tipsy."
Ni Runfeng agreed with this and asked his son Ni Boren to accompany him at the table.
The two of them spent the first three glasses of wine just chatting. Before the fourth glass of wine started, Fang Zhuo asked angrily about something he had asked before.
"Old Ni, you Changhong have too many goods at APEX. Including the current overseas warehouses and Wal-Mart's warehouses, there are still 1.48 billion. I don't understand how you Changhong gave away the goods so easily.
"
Ni Runfeng did not mention the insurance coverage with APEX Company this time. He shook his head: "Mr. Fang, I am actually very embarrassed, really very embarrassed. Even though I am the chairman and general manager of Changhong Electric, there are some
Things, alas..."
Fang Zhuo ate his food and waited for the next step.
Ni Runfeng sighed and continued: "State-owned enterprises often do things based on the wishes of their leaders. Mr. Fang, who is a private enterprise, doesn't know our troubles. What the leaders value is to make the company bigger and bigger."
“In order to grow bigger, we would rather sacrifice profits in exchange for sales scale. Compared with increasing profits, this can bring more contributions to the leadership.”
Fang Zhuo already understood, this may indeed be a reason.
Ni Runfeng added: "Like Fucheng, where Changhong is located, our Changhong did overseas exports for the first two years. Every leader smiled when they saw me. Mr. Fang, what do you think I can do?"
“The group has absolute control. I was replaced once, Mr. Fang, in 2000. Zhao Yong was in office at that time and he wanted to reduce production capacity. Then I came up again. What will I do if you are in my position?”
Fang Zhuo frowned slightly and did not answer the hypothetical question. He just raised his hand and drank another drink.
Ni Runfeng was already tipsy after four glasses of wine. He began to attribute Changhong's overseas strategy to administrative factors in front of President Xiao Fang.
Fang Zhuo listened quietly, thinking about how to show the head of Changhong both soft and hard tactics from President Yike.
On the soft side, Changhong’s overseas channels have been controlled. Whether to control it or not, this listed company is completely different.
On the hard side, some of the intrigue between Changhong and APEX was recorded by Ji Longfen. At this moment, Fang Zhuo had an M1 player with the recording in his pocket.
But how to balance it so that Ni Runfeng can better realize the win-win situation of mutual cooperation, or occasionally give up his win?
This needs to be handled more artistically.
Fang Zhuo thought about it and felt that the child should be taken away first.
“Xiao Ni, I see you haven’t drank for a long time, but you have been sitting here. Take a sip and go about your business.” Fang Zhuo picked up the wine glass and looked at Ni Boren.
“Let’s have a drink with your uncle Fang.” Ni Runfeng greeted his son and said with emotion, “My son was brought up by my mother, and he is more bookish.”
Ni Boren smiled shyly and drank half a glass of wine.
Fang Zhuo calculated his age in his mind, but suddenly something happened in his heart and he changed his original idea.
He opened his mouth to praise and said, "Old Ni, you are very thoughtful in naming your son. The name has a really good meaning."
Ni Runfeng looked nostalgic: "Xiaoren's name was also given by my mother. I'm ashamed to say that my mother spent more time with her children than I did. I have been busy at work for the past few decades and I owe a lot to my family."
“When my mother passed away, I was still on a business trip abroad, and I didn’t even see her for the last time. Sometimes when I think about it, I don’t know what I wanted.”
Ni Runfeng sighed and drank a glass of wine by himself.
Fang Zhuo drank a glass with him silently, and said, "Then your mother also has high expectations for her grandson, Ni Boren. Ni Boren is knowledgeable and dedicated, asking questions and thinking closely, and Ren is among them."
Ni Runfeng was startled and hesitated: "Yes, my mother is very particular about naming."
Ni Boren on the side said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Fang is right, grandma got her name from here."
"The old man is very particular because he thinks of you and wants you to follow the way of a gentleman." Fang Zhuo smiled and said to Ni Boren, "The phrase "learned and determined" is a saying in "The Analects", but many of our Chinese cultures are similar.
.”
Ni Boren said politely: "Uncle Fang, please give me some advice."
"Confucius said that benevolence is the character of a gentleman. How to achieve it? You must be knowledgeable and determined, and you must ask questions and think deeply." Fang Zhuo said, "How do you explain being knowledgeable and determined? The Ercheng theory of the Northern Song Dynasty means that learning is not profound.
If you don’t keep your promise, you won’t be able to carry it out.”
“Simply put, you need to study extensively before you can go deep in one direction. Jie means concentration and pure meaning.”
Fang Zhuo poured himself a glass of wine: "To be knowledgeable is to keep the promise. Let's talk about it in a nutshell. This person has gone through all kinds of polishing and all kinds of temptations in society. He fell, got up, and fell again.
Climb again, only in this way can a heart be polished to purity, but this purity still needs to be 'keeped' to achieve the final benevolence."
“If you don’t observe it, it will be difficult to achieve the ultimate benevolence of a gentleman. This is often the case with people and things.”
“Xiao Ni, your grandma hopes that you can stick to your heart even if you go through ups and downs in the future. It is very important to stick to your heart.”
“Small words Xiaoyi, the name given to you by the old man has a profound meaning. You must always remember your grandma’s good intentions.”
After Fang Zhuo said this, he took a sip of wine and lowered his head to eat the vegetables.
Ni Boren listened thoughtfully. In the past, he only knew that his name came from "The Analects of Confucius". He didn't expect that he could continue to explain a lot of truths: "Uncle Fang, you just said that the second Cheng of the Northern Song Dynasty was the Cheng of Zhu Neo-Confucianism.
?"
"It's Cheng Hao, Cheng Yi. Their explanation of "The Analects" should be "Er Cheng Cui Yan"." Fang Zhuo pondered for a while, "I read more complicated books, so I should remember it correctly."
Ni Boren nodded with admiration.
He was about to eat food when he suddenly noticed that his father Ni Runfeng's eyes were a little red, and he said in shock: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Ni Runfeng waved his hands and was speechless.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Only when the truth is combined with personal experience can people's hearts suddenly tremble.
Ni Runfeng's mother has passed away a long time ago. Now that her son's name brings out her good intentions in naming him, coupled with the recent turmoil, the emotion and shame in his heart are intertwined, making his nose sore.
I have been in Changhong for decades through ups and downs. Now that I am approaching retirement, I still cannot "keep" my original intention.
How difficult is it to keep a word?
Ni Runfeng rubbed his eyes with his hands, took two deep breaths, and the other party always said: "I'm losing my temper. I think of my mother. She was a middle school Chinese teacher. She raised me up by herself since I was a child, and she also taught me many ancient Chinese principles.
"
“I actually don’t like these things. I liked working with machines when I was in school. In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.”
Fang Zhuo said very understandingly: "Parents treat their children like this, and I believe you treat your children the same way, Lao Ni. I saw Xiao Ni today and he is a great young man. When your daughter comes back from the United States, she must have experienced it."
Very capable.”
Just as Ni Runfeng was about to nod, his heart suddenly shook, and his right hand holding the wine glass also trembled.
boom!
The wine glass fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Ni Runfeng looked at Mr. Xiao Fang blankly. He had never mentioned his daughter, let alone that she was in the United States, and he deliberately avoided this, because as long as he mentioned that she was working at APEX, all the connections would be obvious.
Whatever administrative factors, whatever leadership pressure, the words that were previously so high-sounding excuses have become the worst performance.
From this moment on, any admirable old entrepreneur or the head of color TV who has been in trouble for decades has become the funniest joke.
Fang Zhuo looked at Lao Ni calmly.
"Oh, dad, have you drunk too much? I'll get another wine glass." Ni Boren didn't hear anything wrong, he just thought his father drank too much and couldn't hold the wine glass firmly.
Fang Zhuo said calmly: "Xiao Ni, don't take the wine glass. It's not good to drink too much. Let's stop here today."
Ni Runfeng’s mouth was a little dry, and most of the alcohol in his head had faded.
He opened his mouth but could not speak.
"I have to have a meeting when I go back to the hotel in the evening. I had a lot of fun today. Xiao Ni, you can give it to me." Fang Zhuo stood up and greeted Ni Boren, "Your dad drank a lot. I won't let him give it away. Let him
have a good rest."
Ni Boren turned his head and glanced at his father. Strangely, he didn't get any response. He quickly said, "Okay, Uncle Fang, I'll see you off."
He felt that his father had really drunk too much tonight.
The two quickly got up and went out.
Ni Runfeng is the only one left in the family.
He sat on a chair, looking in the direction of the door alone, and slowly covered his face with his hands.
