Zhao Changshu and a group of the Marshal's staff were still sitting in the next office drinking tea, wondering what the Marshal would talk to Zhou Wen. Zhao Changshu was a little worried that the things his junior had done recently might arouse the Marshal's dissatisfaction.
, for fear that Zhou Wen, being young and energetic, would not be able to bear the commander's reprimand and would start arguing with him.
But such a long time has passed, and sometimes the commander's laughter can still be faintly heard, and the worries in his heart gradually disappear. Zhao Changshu thinks about it. Although this junior is not old, he is very sophisticated, and his senior is far behind him in terms of dealing with people.
.In addition, he is thoughtful and understands the importance. I am afraid that he will only be appreciated by the commander.
Just as I was thinking about something, I suddenly heard the faint sound of arguing, and the sound got louder and louder, and there was even the sound of the commander slamming the table.
"...Don't do this to me, you little bastard. As soon as you stick your ass out, I'll know you're going to shit. You won't change 50% of the time. This is..."
"You, boss, are not letting people live anymore. The steel factory and the pharmaceutical factory..."
"No, you little bastard has said before that public affairs are public affairs and private affairs are private affairs. The ammunition factory I just mentioned is a public matter, while the steel plant and pharmaceutical factory are private affairs. Old man..."
"...Then my nephew has agreed that if you have nothing to do, don't ask me to go to the office to guard you all day long...I'm busy..."
"You little bastard, it's not unusual for me to come here...Senior Councilor, when I need you, I'll come and discuss it. If I don't need you, just go and stay somewhere to cool down, you know..."
'Does that mean it comes when you call it, and it goes away when you wave it away?'
"That's what it means. It's good that you know, otherwise you little bastard..."
Zhao Changshu and the others all looked at each other in confusion. What the hell is this? Why did they get into such a quarrel? Is it something public or private? When have you ever seen a commander arguing with someone like an old vegetable seller?
But it seems that the dispute is a dispute, and there is no intention of falling out, so let them go. Everyone looked at each other again, and they all drank tea in tacit understanding, but stopped talking, and everyone raised their ears, listening to this
Rare and rare.
Several staff members secretly admired and felt sorry for Director Zhou.
As expected of the Provincial Party Headquarters, who dared to slap the table and glare at the Marshal, he was really not afraid of tigers. He was too young. We have followed the Marshal for so many years, and we have seen a lot. We dared to fight with him back then.
The bodies of those so-called heroes whom the commander-in-chief challenged before his face have long since turned into withered bones lying under the loess, not even more than you, Director Zhou.
Zhao Changshu didn't have any worries at all. He was familiar with the commander's character, but he knew that if you can be called "little bastard" by the commander one by one, he has already regarded you as his nephew. How much?
Over the years, there have been countless heroes and capable men in the Marshal's army, but there are not many who can be called "little bastards" by the Marshal at all times.
Zhao Changshu just secretly admired him. He was indeed a junior disciple that he admired and valued. After only a few meetings, he fell into the Marshal's eyes and he was already treated as his own nephew.
The few people heard the argument next door gradually subsided, and after a while, they heard the commander's voice coming from inside, "Changshu, locust tree, you guys come in."
Zhao Changshu and others obeyed the order and pushed open the door. They saw Zhou Wenzheng putting a piece of paper into his pocket with a smile, and the marshal was happily wiping one of his personal seals with a cloth.
They looked like two foxes, the big one and the big one, who had succeeded in their conspiracy. Their smiles made those who came in behind couldn't help but look at each other, all looking confused.
When two people argue, someone always suffers and someone takes advantage, right? It looks like they take advantage, so who really suffers?
The Marshal pointed at Zhou Wen and said: "Since we are a family, I will introduce you to Director Zhou Wen. From today on, he will be the senior counselor of the Taiyuan Appeasement Office. From now on, you guys will get closer to each other."
Then he introduced several staff members present to Zhou Wen, and then he led them into a car and drove away.
Seeing the handsome car just driving out of the gate, Zhou Wen said to Zhao Changshu with a grimace: "Senior, hurry up and get some food. Look what time it is? I only ate two steamed buns today.
Just came, and now I’m so hungry that my belly is pressed to my back.”
Zhao Changshu slapped his forehead and said: "Oh! I forgot about it when the commander came. Let's go quickly. The cafeteria has already prepared a table of food and wine, and I'm hungry too. We just happened to have a few drinks to celebrate. Look at you here in the commander-in-chief
There are a lot of advantages here, tell me quickly..."
As he talked, he pulled Zhou Wen away. Zhou Wen quickly called Tian Boguang, who was still swallowing saliva next to the car, to follow him, and strode towards the canteen. On the way, he and Zhao Changshu recounted the conversation with the Marshal...
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The focus of the dispute between Zhou Wen and Marshal is actually the issue of profit distribution between steel plants and pharmaceutical companies and the issue of funding for the establishment of an intelligence agency.
Since the steel factory and the pharmaceutical factory are already controlled by three major companies, it would be too difficult for the commander to still hold shares. After all, Zhou Wen does not have the final say on this matter alone, and it would be too troublesome and risky to have to argue with the Liu family.
After losing his status as commander-in-chief, Zhou Wen proposed that 10% of the total annual sales of the two factories should be handed over to the Office of the Commissioner as management fees.
In fact, 10% of sales is not low, and the commercial taxes that should be paid are still paid. The sales plan of the two factories in the first year is about 10 million yuan, and it will continue to expand in the future. In this way
If so, the annual profit that the Office can receive is not a small figure. It starts at least one million oceans, and there is no need to consider the issue of profit and loss.
The Marshal is a business veteran and knows that this is the most appropriate way at the moment. After all, with his status, he is not willing to lose his status and argue with the three families for this little money, not to mention that this effect may not be achieved.
So I agreed to Zhou Wen's suggestion.
Zhou Wen invested 800,000 yuan in the early stage to establish the intelligence agency, and subsequent expenses were borne by the Office of the Commissioner.
This so-called 800,000 yuan actually counts as the total profit Zhou Wen made from the Taiyuan Arsenal before. The so-called brothers settled the accounts clearly, and since then they have settled things with the commander and no one owes anything to the other.
And now that Zhou Wen is rich and powerful, a mere 800,000 yuan is no longer an unbearable figure for him, but he can use 800,000 yuan to erase his dark history of being greedy for cheap, and at the same time, he can get the ending of getting along well with the commander.
, it can be regarded as a bad thing turning into a good thing.
The result of this negotiation may be more rewarding for Zhou Wen. Two worries were solved at once. One is that the commander-in-chief personally admitted that the two units carefully built by Zhou Wen, the Guard and the Security Team, were placed under the jurisdiction of the Security Department. In fact,
The government has already admitted that these troops have been included in Zhou Wen's sphere of influence. Of course, military expenses are completely borne by the provincial party headquarters (actually Zhou Wen).
