Several vans and trucks drove into the compound of the cement factory, and a group of people jumped out of the car like driving ducks, looking around with red eyes.
Lang Jianping looked at the leader and said loudly, "These people who want accounts are all dogs. As soon as the summons came, they all smelled it?!" She worked in the financial office and was very familiar with these people who wanted accounts.
Well, in this society, it seems that everyone in the courthouse has acquaintances and they are well-informed. "Let's go down and take a look." Yue Wen went out, Hei Ba looked around, picked up the mop behind the door, glanced at Lang Jianping, and felt confident
Man Man followed Yue Wen downstairs.
"Move the tables, these sofas, and chairs." The corridor on the first floor was already noisy, and a burst of hurried footsteps came towards the second floor. "The finance office is on the second floor, go and have a look."
Someone immediately responded, "Offices and chairs are not valuable, but equipment is. Let's dismantle the equipment first."
Amidst the noise, several vice presidents who were still in the factory also walked out of their offices. Yue Wen looked at the vice president surnamed Zhou, put down the phone in his hand, "Brother, you grabbed it in broad daylight?"
"You're here to ask for a bill too, right?" The other party looked at him, and then at Heiba behind him, "Brother, you are too civilized. Is it easy to use a mop, and can they pay back the money?"
With my appearance, when did I become a debtor!? Yue Wen turned around and saw Heiba holding a mop like a blasting tube, guarding the door of the financial room.
Several vice presidents were a little panicked. Some hurriedly ran into the room, probably to call Wang Jiandong. Some seemed to have nothing to do with it and looked on coldly. Only Mr. Zhou stepped forward and shouted loudly, "I owe you the money you owe."
You can't rob money in broad daylight, right?"
"Take it quickly, otherwise it will be gone." The man in the lead had a good temper, "Lao Zhou, don't be angry, you are just a vice president, with a big head and thick neck, either the vice president or the cook..."
When Yue Wen heard this, he was amused. These people are the most talented people. But before he could laugh, someone shouted from outside again, "There are cars here, there are cars here!"
A group of people rushed out of the building in an instant, but there was a commotion in the financial office. Lang Jianping's shouts, Heiba's shouts, mixed with the rude curses of several people, could bring down the building.
But Yue Wen was not worried. He went to the finance room and wondered if his head had been kicked by a donkey. Wasn't this obviously sending him to prison? Before he could walk out of the building, several people rushed downstairs with bruises and bruises.
"Damn, Xiaoman is pretty awesome!"
"Thankfully you didn't touch her. You know who her brother is, the big bad wolf!"
"Come on, Qiu Zhengji, the coal delivery guy, is here too. This guy is the worst thing. Don't let him snatch the car away!"
A group of people rushed to the factory. Someone took a tilt bar. It seemed that the equipment that could be disassembled would be dismantled on the spot. Even if they sold scrap metal, they would not be able to give others a discount.
"Let's see who dares to demolish it!" Mr. Zhou also went downstairs, and several vice presidents followed him, "Brothers, let's get people to come to our house, beat them up!"
The good-tempered debt collector was not angry and shouted, "Lao Zhou, why are you so weak when you pay back the money? We have sent you a summons from the court. If we don't get it, what will happen to us if we don't get one from the execution court of the court?"
No more, Lao Zhou, you have to touch your own conscience, you use our woven bags, when did I say no to you, they are all the hard-earned money of our workers!"
"Beep beep beep——"
Another group of people jumped out of the car, but the leader was a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. As soon as he got off the car, he shouted, "Brothers, we are late. Get out of the car quickly and pull back anything you have."
"What do these people do?" Yue Wen was puzzled. In a moment, three groups of people came, and all of them seemed to be Huang Shiren, but there was only one Xi'er.
The fight is about to begin.
"There are woven bags, anthracite, triangle belts, and limestone..."
Damn it, I’m really not afraid of itching when I have too many lice, I can get credit for anything, I can owe you anything!
"Brothers, we can't fight among ourselves," Good Temper shouted again, "Brothers are here just for money. Take whatever you can. If you hurt someone, if you don't get the money, you have to pay for it!"
Haha, there are capable people among the masses. They do ideological work and can solve big problems with just a few words.
Several groups of people rushed to the workshop. The workers in the workshop, under the leadership of Mr. Zhou, were ready and a conflict was inevitable.
"Ohh Ohh ohh--"
The red and blue police lights were flashing as they drove into the cement factory compound, followed by two Passats. However, before the police car in front stopped, another police car came in behind with sirens blaring.
Facing the violent law enforcement units, the workers of the cement factory and the creditors who came to snatch things were weak. With the court in front and the police behind, the battle was indeed quite large.
Everyone was talking about it, and Mr. Zhou quickly walked aside, presumably calling Wang Jiandong to report, "Report the situation here to Secretary Chen." Yue Wen told Heiba, but when he thought something was wrong, he immediately changed his words, "It's me.
Report it yourself."
The people from the court were very quick and quickly sealed the workshop and the finance room with seals. President Zhou came forward to negotiate, but the people from the court ignored him.
When the police officers from the police station saw that the two parties were unable to fight, they got out of the police car and observed the execution of the court closing down the factory.
"Hello, are you from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China?" Yue Wen looked at a middle-aged woman with thin eyebrows and red lips, wearing a bank uniform. She looked like a middle-level person.
The woman looked him over and said, "I am the assistant director of Furong Street. My surname is Yue. Look, this factory is in such a difficult situation now. If you close the factory now, how can these people survive?"
"Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite," the woman said in Mandarin. "We don't want to. The debt has not been repaid, so this is the only way."
"Aren't there still real estate companies?"
"That's Wang Jiandong's own business."
Yue Wen looked at Wang Feng, and everyone's eyes were also on her. Wang Feng ignored the people at the bank and turned around to make a phone call.
It was getting dark gradually, and under the thick night, the yard of the cement factory was dark, and the office buildings and workshops were all dark. Only the dim lights of the family building reflected the huge factory area.
Life is difficult when operating with debt, banks do not grant loans, companies cannot operate normally, cars are towed away by creditors, and the door to the financial office is sealed...
Yue Wen swallowed hard, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth, and then realized that he had not drank water for a day.
"Let's go. I've been anxious and angry all day. I'm going to treat you tonight at Wanghailou. I won't call anyone. Please invite Mr. Xiao Wang and Section Chief Lang."
"Haha, Old Song," Yue Wen licked his chapped lips, "This is the first time I've seen you take the initiative to treat a guest. Okay, you two beauties, let our Director Song express his feelings today." He saw Hei Ba and Lang Jianping.
He was very serious and immediately changed his title and took the initiative to mention him to build up his prestige.
Wang Feng had no objection, and Lang Jianping had no objection. The four of them got on the Cheetah and drove towards the gate. "Oh, these people have left, why is the door not closed?" Hei Ba honked the horn, but no one came out of the communication room.
, "Wait a minute, I'm going to find someone to close the door."
He got off the car and ran into the reception room, then walked out with a smile and took the remote control key, got in the car, and when the car drove outside, he pressed twice on the electric folding door, but the door did not move at all in the darkness.
"Is the battery out?" Heiba looked at Yue Wen, "No, the indicator light is still on!"
"Isn't the door hard to use?" Yue Wen said.
Heiba immediately got out of the car and said, "Come quickly, this door has been stolen!"
The three people were so angry and funny that they got out of the car. Sure enough, the electric folding door was missing!
"Wen, how does this comply with that law?" In the darkness, through the car lights, Yue Wen saw a narrow smile on Heiba's face.
"What law?"
"The first law of unlucky, any object must maintain uniform linear motion or a stationary state until Yue Wen forces them to change to an unlucky state!"
Wang Feng and Lang Jianping looked at Yue Wen and both laughed.
"Oh, it's like this on the first day here. I'm unlucky enough." Yue Wen defended Bage's face and didn't argue.
"We brothers all say that whoever follows you will be unlucky," Heiba said more enthusiastically, "Now, you are the rat, yes, you are the rat that steals oil!"
"A rat that steals oil?" Wang Feng was puzzled.
"Isn't there a song that can be sung well? The little mouse climbs up to the lampstand, steals oil to eat, and can't get back down. Isn't it difficult to get off without riding a tiger?" Heiba said proudly.
Lang Jianping also laughed, "Call mom, mom is not here, gulu gulu roll down, yo yo, ouch!"
"Ouch, ouch," Heiba also yelled, but was kicked in the butt by Yue Wen. Wang Feng laughed so happily that he bent down, causing Yue Wen to look twice at the aura on his chest.
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However, jokes are jokes and reality is reality. Faced with the almost desperate situation of the cement factory, what should we do? Yue Wen didn't figure it out until he finished eating.
However, there are only two ways out. One is to leave him alone and go back to the streets to live freely and find another place to move to. The other is to make peace with the situation and bring the cement factory back to life.
"I thought I was guaranteed a sweet potato, but I didn't expect that I was guaranteed a piece of sweet potato." Wang Feng said with a smile.
"Peel off the burnt skin on the outside of the battered sweet potatoes, and they will taste better." Yue Wen also smiled, "The cement factory cannot be collapsed. What do you think?"
"I grew up in a cement factory since I was a child." Wang Feng looked at the dark factory area and then at the starry clear sky. "I know what my dad means. He wants to engage in real estate here, but I still hope that the cement factory can
Get well again.”
"No contradiction, real estate will also be developed in the future," Yue Wen said with a smile, "and the cement plant will also be revived."
"But it's so difficult!" Wang Feng lamented.
"How will you know it's difficult if you don't try?" Yue Wen gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows, "I'll give you a message..."
Many years later, when Yue Wen became the helmsman of this national-level new district that included Pingzhou, Jiaocheng and Canglang districts, he could still think of that starry night and what he had told Wang Feng.
The passage on the title page of "The Life of Iacocca"——
"I understand that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and I also understand that no matter what happens, we must move forward bravely..."