Song Jianfeng was in a good mood. He suddenly stood up and walked to the table and pressed the intercom: "Xiao Miao, come in."
The little policewoman who delivered tea just now opened the door and came in and asked: "Bureau Song, what's going on?"
"Take Liu Ziguang to the Human Resources Department to go through the procedures." Song Jianfeng said with a big wave of his hand.
"Hello, please come with me." Policewoman Xiao Miao smiled at Liu Ziguang and made an inviting gesture. For some reason, Liu Ziguang felt that the policewoman's eyes were quite ambiguous.
After Liu Ziguang went out, Song Jianfeng happily picked up the phone and made a long-distance call to the provincial capital. He raised his voice and said, "Deputy Director Cao, the things you arranged have been completed."
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Xiao Miao was walking in front with a file folder in her arms, her blue short-sleeved uniform tied into her police trousers. She had a small waist and a bar and a flower on her shoulders. She seemed to be a recent graduate of the police academy. She walked in.
In the elevator, Xiaomiao suddenly said excitedly: "I am your fan, can you sign your name for me?"
After saying that, he handed an exquisite small book with a sheepskin cover to Liu Ziguang, and also stuffed a signature pen over it. The small book still had the body temperature of the policewoman on it. Liu Ziguang boldly picked up the pen and wrote his name.
, Xiao Miao was overjoyed, and pushed even further: "How about we take a photo together?"
Liu Ziguang shrugged: "No problem."
Xiaomiao jumped up excitedly, took out her mobile phone and held it in front of her face. She raised her legs and put her arms around Liu Ziguang's shoulders. She leaned close to him and clicked the shutter button to see the effect. It was not bad.
"Great, now I can show off in front of them." Xiaomiao happily put away her mobile phone. At this time, the elevator door also opened, and several male police officers appeared at the door. Xiaomiao immediately changed his face, and Bin
He politely pressed the elevator button and waited for a few colleagues to come in before going out.
The Human Resources Department has received the notice from above and helped Liu Ziguang to create a file without saying a word. His current identity is the instructor of the Jiangbei City Public Security Cadre School, and his police rank is police inspector. Of course, all this is for the purpose of participating in the national competition of the public security system.
The preparation was personally arranged by the leaders of the provincial department, so no one would make irresponsible remarks.
Filling out a form here, Xiao Miao ran to the logistics office and picked up a bunch of clothes, including blue spring and autumn uniforms, summer short-sleeved uniforms, shirts, belts, ties, large-brimmed hats, and epaulettes and police badges, etc. Liu Ziguang wore
He put on a police uniform and took a full-frontal photo without a hat. The photo was developed on the spot, laminated and stamped with plastic, and even a work permit was made for him. He did a full set of dramas. When attending the competition, these are all necessary attire, so
No carelessness is allowed.
Holding the warm black leather work permit, Liu Ziguang's heart was surging and he exclaimed hypocritically: "I never dreamed that we would become a member of the public security team."
Xiaomiao also jumped up and down: "We will be colleagues from now on, treat guests to guests."
After completing the formalities, Liu Ziguang went to Song Jianfeng's office and sat for a while. Old Song promised that he could practice shooting at the Public Security Bureau shooting range, and the supply of bullets was open, but he must ensure that he got an excellent ranking in the competition.
"It's not a big deal, just wait and hold the trophy." Liu Ziguang said nonchalantly.
Song Jianfeng also had a look of joy on his face. He patted Liu Ziguang on the shoulder and said, "Of course I trust the soldiers from Langya. Work hard. If you figure it out, the door of the Criminal Police Team will be open to you at any time."
The two shook hands and said goodbye. Xiao Miao came over panting and carrying a big bag, which contained a full set of clothes, shoes and hats issued by Liu Ziguang. Song Jianfeng looked at his watch and said: "Xiao Miao, help me see off the guests, I still have some
A conference call."
Xiaomiao agreed wholeheartedly, and sent Liu Ziguang to the parking lot with a smile. After watching his car leave, he proudly took out his mobile phone and sent the photo taken just now via MMS to "Rong Rong" in the address book classmate series.
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Liu Ziguang returned to the office and hid all the police uniforms in the cabinet. Now his identity is a bit complicated. He owns companies, and is also the chairman and major shareholder of several entities. He also has the identity of the state-owned Chenguang Factory and
The militia reserve and so on, and now there is an additional identity of a public security cadre, which is really dizzying.
Sitting on the revolving chair and thinking for a while, he realized that there was something he couldn't do. He immediately called Bei Xiaoshuai: "Xiao Bei, Wei Qiang hasn't come to me to apologize yet. I gave him a chance and he didn't want it. The following things will happen."
Leave it to you."
"Okay, I know how to do it." Bei Xiaoshuai agreed neatly.
After making the call, Liu Ziguang picked up the financial statement on the table, with last month's salary slip attached below. This statement made him fall into deep thought. Even though he was enjoying great success now, no one knew the trouble behind it.
Huaqing Pool was closed, and income dropped sharply. Due to the severe crackdown, the bar business was average and barely maintained a balance. The kindergarten has been operating at a loss. Kestrel Airlines is a bottomless pit. Those planes are all fuel-drinking tigers. One flight costs tens of thousands.
The cost of renting and maintaining the apron is astonishing. The security company's business scope is narrow and the competition is fierce. The contract with Kokang is about to expire. By then, there will be hundreds of mouths to eat and support their families. Where will Liu Ziguang go?
Make money.
After all, only the sand dredging field and the dump truck fleet under his name are making money, and the rest are operating at a loss. The family is big and the expenses are huge. He has seen the profit and loss statement, and it shows a net loss of 500,000 to 600,000 yuan every month.
There is also the old problem of Chenguang Machinery Factory. Liu Ziguang has invested a lot of money in it secretly. Unfortunately, the factory is too big and has too many people to support. The government does not support it and the banks do not provide loans. It is very difficult to develop it.
, that’s why Lu Tianming paid so much attention to a small contract worth hundreds of thousands for a rubber tapping knife.
When Cao Cao arrived, Lu Tianming called. He wanted to borrow money from Liu Ziguang, and he wanted a hundred thousand yuan. Liu Ziguang asked in confusion: "Uncle Ming, why didn't you mention it when we were in the factory yesterday?"
"The situation has suddenly changed. The steel supplier has torn up the contract and raised the price by 15%. There is nothing I can do. If you have difficulties, I will find a way." Lu Tianming said helplessly.
Liu Ziguang knew that Lu Tianming was also a tough guy and would never ask for help unless he had to. For a mere hundred thousand dollars to put him in such a difficult situation, he felt uncomfortable as a junior. He immediately said: "That's not what I meant. I'll think about it for one hundred thousand dollars."
There is a way, but it would be too unethical for the other party to tear up the contract, so let Zhuo Li go to them and ask for an explanation."
Lu Tianming said: "I can't blame them. Whatever the upstream price increases, what can the downstream do? In the end, it will not be borne by consumers. The country has no ability to negotiate down the price of iron ore. The price of steel is always in the hands of others. This is
There’s nothing you can do about it.”
Liu Ziguang asked: "Why don't you get the goods directly from Hongqi Steel Factory? Our two factories have cooperated for more than ten years."
Lu Tianming sighed and said, "It's not like you don't know that Hongqi Factory has declined even more than our Chenguang Factory. Last time, a foreign company came to reorganize. After half a year, it withdrew its capital after seeing no future. Now the workers in the factory don't even have the minimum wage."
They can only be sent every other month."
Liu Ziguang had an idea: "By the way, Uncle Ming, does our factory use a lot of steel?"
"It goes without saying that we are a machinery factory and we deal with steel. However, there is not much business now. We buy everything from the steel market, so we are not considered a big customer."
Liu Ziguang pondered for a while and said: "What I mean is that since we need to use steel, it is better to eat up the Hongqi Factory and make steel for ourselves."
There was silence on the phone for a long time, and then Lu Tianming said leisurely: "Young people are courageous, but where are the funds? That's an old state-owned factory with a long history."
"What do you think of this idea? If possible, I will help with the funding."
Lu Tianming paused for a while and finally replied: "You and I have different starting points. I am willing to acquire Hongqi Factory because I want everyone to have food to eat, my children to go to school, and my life to be smooth."
Liu Ziguang said: "Me too!"
"Then, I support it!"
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Before getting off work, Liu Ziguang found the cashier and asked her to write a transfer check for 100,000 yuan. He took it to the Chenguang Factory. The factory was still clean, but only the lights in two workshops were on.
Yes, there are too few orders, and 80% of the workers still have to stay at home and receive a minimum living allowance of 400 yuan a month.
I found Lu Tianming, handed him the check, and then talked about the Hongqi Factory. These two factories were originally launched as supporting projects. They were settled in Jiangbei City one after the other. They were both prosperous at that time.
The factory was closely related to each other, and many workers also got married. This was a famous story in Jiangbei City in the 1980s. Liu Ziguang's father was a worker at Chenguang Factory, and his mother was a worker at Hongqi Factory. He himself was the result of this marriage, so he said
, my feelings towards Hongqi Factory are by no means worse than those of Chenguang Factory.
The Hongqi Factory boasted faster than the Chenguang Factory. After the market economy, due to backward technology, it could not produce ultra-thin civilian steel plates. Therefore, the Hongqi Factory plummeted and workers were laid off. Liu Ziguang’s mother came down at that time and worked as a self-employed sanitation worker.
Working as a street sweeper, her situation is a true portrayal of the laid-off workers at the Hongqi Factory.
"The Hongqi Factory is a provincial enterprise, so the city has been thinking about it but has not been able to move it. I don't know how many developers have been coveting this land before. It is probably because of the care of a certain high-level provincial official who once served as the leader of the Hongqi Factory.
The Hongqi Factory has been barely maintaining its operation. Some time ago, a company from the south came to invest in reorganization, but due to the sharp drop in steel prices, the reorganization was abandoned halfway."
Lu Tianming talked eloquently, and Liu Ziguang also put forward his own ideas: "We have limited funds now, and it is unrealistic to eat up the Hongqi Factory in one go. The feasible way is to inject capital to make her live. Uncle Ming must know many acquaintances from the Hongqi Factory.
Bar."
Lu Tianming smiled: "Of course, I have known the deputy chief engineer of their factory for many years."
"Then the relationship must be very good?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Yes, how many years have passed, I wonder if she is okay..." Lu Tianming sighed and fell into thinking about the past.
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That night, Liu Ziguang came home and asked his mother: "Mom, I heard that Uncle Ming has a good relationship with the deputy chief engineer of your factory?"
Mom put down what she was holding and said, "Why do you want to ask about this?"
"I'll just ask."
"That's good. The two of them were in love, but it's a pity that it didn't work out in the end."