Jiang Wenlan took another sip of tea, and her face became solemn and serious: "I won't hide it from you two. Now there is a problem with the Golden Street project. The original project was supported by a certain leader, and I also used resources to attract several people.
A foreign investor has joined, but there has been an episode recently. From a policy point of view, the Golden Street project may no longer have advantages, and several foreign investors are also facing divestment, so I am now in big trouble."
Fang Zhicheng frowned. The Golden Street project involves gold spot trading, which is an area that can shake up the national economy. If there is a lack of leadership support at the highest level, it will undoubtedly be extremely disadvantageous. On the other hand, the Golden Street project
The funds required are huge, and if the main investors withdraw their capital, this will also pose great risks to the later implementation of the Golden Street project.
Fang Zhicheng roughly knows Jiang Wenlan's difficulties, which may involve the position of senior leaders. The Golden Street project involves financial fundamentals. However, the current domestic financial system is still extremely underdeveloped. If external funds are allowed to influx, it is very likely that
Unforeseen consequences may occur.
The equity structure of the Golden Street project mainly consists of three parts, of which foreign capital accounts for nearly 30%. This structure with obvious foreign capital attributes naturally attracts the attention of senior management.
Ning Xiangxiang pondered for a moment and sighed: "This is indeed a big trouble..."
Jiang Wenlan smiled bitterly and said: "So the Golden Street project may need to be suspended for a while..."
Jiang Wenlan's conclusion made Fang Zhicheng frown. This was no small incident. To Jiang Wenlan, it might not be important, because the Golden Street project was still in the early stages of construction, and only a very small amount of funds had been input. However, for Dongtai, this was a
Extremely bad news will affect the situation in Dongtai, especially for myself, which will undoubtedly be a thunderbolt.
He was able to be promoted from the investment promotion director to the deputy county magistrate and then to the Standing Committee so quickly. The political achievements of the Golden Street project undoubtedly accounted for a large proportion. If the Golden Street project came to nothing, wouldn't it become a laughing stock and be taken away by others?
Look at yourself through colored glasses.
Fang Zhicheng said solemnly: "Are there no remedial measures? For example, changing shareholders?"
Jiang Wenlan shook his head and explained: "It's not a matter of changing shareholders, but a change in the country's policy direction..."
Fang Zhicheng looked at Ning Xiangxiang deeply and asked, "Isn't there any remedial measure?"
Ning Xiangxiang frowned and said, "How about I ask Grandpa to try..."
Jiang Wenlan sighed lightly: "This may be the only way at the moment. Mr. Ning is a senior veteran of the Central Advisory Committee. If he can say a few words in front of the chiefs, he may be able to change their minds."
After that, the three of them chatted for a long time. When they sent Jiang Wenlan away, Fang Zhicheng felt as if there was a stone in his heart. He originally thought that many things were under control, but who could have imagined that there would be unforeseen circumstances?
On the Golden Street project, Fang Zhicheng felt a sense of powerlessness. This was a situation that he could not change because his current level was too low. Even Wendi Song could not directly change this situation.
No wonder some people say that an official career only truly begins when you reach the ministerial level, but Fang Zhicheng is obviously still far away from that level.
Even though he knew that he was a low-key person, Fang Zhicheng still told Song Wendi the news. Song Wendi pondered for a long time and sighed quietly: "This matter has involved the two vice prime ministers' different views on domestic economic trends. It is no longer something I can control. I
I will communicate with Secretary Siyuan to see what the consequences will be. I can only do my best and listen to fate."
The Dongtai Golden Street project was suspended, which quickly dissipated the good news about the opening of Huijin Commercial Plaza.
The entire investment promotion system of the Dongtai County Government suffered a catastrophic blow, and a series of branch fields derived from the Golden Street project were shaken.
As the main person in charge of Dongtai's investment promotion system, Fang Zhicheng naturally has a responsibility in this matter, and has been tactfully criticized by Sun Weiming many times on the Standing Committee.
Sun Weiming believes that Dongtai's investment promotion work has made great progress in the past two years. It seems to have achieved a lot and the results are gratifying. However, these fast-food investment promotions have a huge bubble. Once the bubble bursts, the impact on Dongtai's economy will be extremely serious.
Therefore, the investment promotion work in Dongtai must be slowed down and carried out steadily. We can no longer pursue speed instead of quality as in the past.
At the same time, Sun Weiming also instructed the China Merchants Group to follow up on the Golden Street project. If the project is "unfinished," the main person in charge must be held accountable.
Of course, Xing Jike and Qi Yun have expressed support for Fang Zhicheng. The reason why the Golden Street project has stalled is not a subjective factor, but an objective problem. No one can be blamed. After all, the project is accidental, and it will take time for it to grow smoothly.
Good location and good people.
Although everyone knows that the problems with the Golden Street project are not Fang Zhicheng's fault, they still subconsciously place the blame on Fang Zhicheng.
There are good times and bad times in the officialdom. Although Fang Zhicheng can understand the changes in his situation, he still feels a little disappointed.
In the evening, the rain started to fall. Fang Zhicheng was walking on the road when it rained heavily. He didn't bring an umbrella, so he could only take temporary shelter under the eaves of someone's house. After waiting for about ten minutes, the rain didn't stop.
Fang Zhicheng opened his briefcase and wanted to take out a cigarette to smoke to pass the time, but found that the rain was so heavy that the cigarette case inside the briefcase had been soaked, making it impossible to smoke.
Fang Zhicheng squinted at the outside world through the rain and fog, and suddenly felt a sense of dislocation. The road he used to take every day was different at this moment... Suddenly a pretty figure came into view, wearing white clothes.
The woman held a snow-white cat in her arms. She walked quickly and walked to Fang Zhicheng. The cat meowed. The woman raised her eyes and saw Fang Zhicheng and smiled: "It's you. I didn't expect it."
What a coincidence."
The original haze in Fang Zhicheng's heart disappeared a lot, and he smiled and said: "This is fate."
The woman holding the cat was none other than her neighbor Hua Zhanglu. She brought an umbrella, but the rain was too heavy, so the umbrella must have become a decoration.
Hua Xianlu sighed softly: "I originally thought the weather was good, so I wanted to sketch with the sunset as the background, but I didn't expect it to rain right away."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said: "Actually, if you think about it, this rainstorm is an excellent material."
Hua Zhanglu turned around and took a deep look at Fang Zhicheng, then smiled and said, "That's a good suggestion."
The rain finally subsided. Fang Zhicheng took the umbrella from Hua Xianlu. They walked side by side and parted at the door. I went home and took a bath, thinking about the several meetings with Hua Xianlu. I always felt a little strange.
It's a strange feeling, but I don't know where it is.
Fang Zhicheng always had the feeling that he was no stranger to Hua Zhanglu, as if he had met him in many places before, but he couldn't remember exactly where.
Hua Xianlu returned home with the cat in her arms. After changing her clothes, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. A man's rich voice came from the other side, "Xiao Hua, do you have anything to report?"
Hua Zhanglu said softly: "From my observation recently, Fang Zhicheng seems to be in a bad mood, especially since the previous Golden Street project has stalled, which seems to have hit him hard."
The man pondered on the phone for a long time and said: "The Golden Street project is an issue related to the scale of the country's economic reform. If you are not careful, you may get burned. The central government is also discussing this matter very intensely. It will never be so
It's easy to succeed, so I'm afraid it's difficult to reach a conclusion on this matter. Your main responsibility is to monitor him. As for other things, you only need to pass the news to me in time."
Hua Zhanglu said in a deep voice: "I know!"
After hanging up the man's phone, the expression on Hua Xianglu's face suddenly changed. The solemnity and solemnity she had shown when she was on the phone were gone. She was completely different from the other person. She was still the same female painter who looked fragile and had an artistic flair in her movements.
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The heavy rain stopped in the middle of the night, and Fang Zhicheng suddenly woke up from his dream. He couldn't sleep anymore, so he called Xie Yuxin. Whenever he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, Fang Zhicheng's first reaction was to call this woman who knew no difference between night and day.
The anchor calls.
Xie Yuxin was very happy to receive the call and asked with a smile: "What? I'm thinking again and can't sleep? Be honest!"
Fang Zhicheng sighed: "Yes, I have been under too much pressure at work recently and my sleep quality has been poor, so I asked the goddess for sleeping pills again."
Xie Yuxin pursed her lips and said, "It turns out that talking to me is so boring, just like sleeping pills, right?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong! What I mean is that chatting with you is very comfortable. You can forget all worries, so it can help people sleep."
Fang Zhicheng speaks from his heart, while Xie Yuxin is a professional broadcaster and host. Her voice is particularly sweet, magnetic, and has a feeling of penetrating the soul.
Xie Yuxin was happy after hearing this, but she said disdainfully: "But every time I chat with you, it's not that easy, so I decided to answer fewer calls from you in the future, especially in the middle of the night..."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said: "It's so bad, isn't it torture?"
Xie Yuxin snorted softly and muttered: "I am not anyone like you, but I have no obligation to sing lullabies, tell fairy tales, and coax you to sleep like an old lady."
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled, and suddenly became a little speechless. Xie Yuxin's words spoke from his heart. The reason why he felt that Xie Yuxin had a strong attraction to him may be due to the maternal love revealed in Xie Yuxin. Xie Yuxin and her mother
It was so similar to a single mother living alone with her children. That kind of empathy made Fang Zhicheng uncontrollably want to get close to Xie Yuxin.