Saying goodbye to the old social science professor in Dongcheng District, Ma Qianshan walked out of the alley intersection. He was a senior management member of the group, and a driver was waiting for him in a special car at the intersection.
In order to maintain the historical charm of the imperial capital, a large number of hutongs have been preserved in Dongcheng District and Xicheng District. Most of these residential buildings are low and dilapidated, and they look like shantytowns.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and after Ma Qianshan got off the bus, asked: "Director, did the woman who moved the house cry like that in the street? She has lost all face."
"Face?" Ma Qianshan came from the ministry and was used to hearing people call him "director". When he heard this, he looked back at the entrance of the alley again and said, "This is not just a loss of face."
"Aside from face, what else do you have?" the driver continued to ask, "Even if the house is sold at a reduced price, it will still cost hundreds of thousands. Isn't hundreds of thousands enough?"
"A few hundred thousand is really not enough." Ma Qianshan chuckled and shook his head: "The key is that this family has declined. The good positions of Beijing officials are gone, and the children who have gone abroad are also poor. There is no way out within three generations.
If it were you, you used to be a dignified person in front of people, and you would be cheered by everyone, but now you are like shit on the ground, and everyone is avoiding you. How can you feel this feeling of being hit from the clouds to the ground?"
"It's uncomfortable." The driver clicked his tongue and said weakly, "Mr. Zhou is really ruthless."
"Hard?" Ma Qianshan's smile faded and he snorted coldly, his heart tempered for many years in ministries and commissions as hard as steel, "The struggle is life and death, and Mr. Zhou is very angry.
This is the Forty-Nine City. How can the emperor be merciful? If you are not careful, everything will be ruined. If I were to take action, I would have to kill them all. Otherwise, it would not be enough to establish authority."
The driver, who was only in his early twenties, felt a chill running up his spine and couldn't help but shiver. He followed 'Director Ma' everywhere on weekdays and met many important people. He always felt that the person he spoke to was nice.
And kind.
I didn't expect this person to have another side.
Ma Qianshan didn't mean to scare the young people. He also felt that what he said was too harsh, so he changed the subject and asked: "How does this car drive?"
The question is about the car that the driver is driving. This is not an imported car or a domestically produced Santana, but a car made by the Holy Light itself.
In the 1990s, there were many domestic car companies, and each province had several car manufacturing companies. However, these companies had backward technology, poor product quality, chaotic management, and a lot of problems. Most of them would be dead before they could survive the new century.
Based on the concept of waste utilization, Zhou Qingfeng integrated more than a dozen automobile factories in several southwestern provinces and hired a group of engineers from Russia and Japan to transform the enterprises.
The production line has not been updated yet, but the management and quality have been improved. The product technology is still at the level of the 1970s and cannot be said to be very good. The main reason is to eliminate the bad management and retain the technical team.
The driver was an automobile soldier who retired from the army. He patted the steering wheel and commented, "It's not bad." "The configuration is not as good as Santana, let alone imported cars. But if the price is cheap, it will be no problem to drive it."
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Santana costs more than 200,000 yuan, and demand exceeds supply. The price of a brand-name car like "Holy Light" is less than 100,000 yuan. The leather is durable and the parts are cheap, so the requirements cannot be too high.
Ma Qianshan was relieved when the driver said, "It's okay." The advantage of "Holy Light" is that it can integrate the industrial chain. Once the integration is completed, it will make rapid progress.
Originally, the ministries and commissions saw that the integration of "Shengguang" was very good, and wanted to persuade Zhou Qingfeng to work harder to develop the automobile industry in 1994. However, the CEO was overheated and his attention shifted to building a university.
"Director, when will our domestic cars be as good as foreign ones?" When we talked about cars, the driver was also interested.
"I can't say for sure." Ma Qianshan didn't bring his secretary. He checked his schedule and asked the driver to go to the airport. "President Zhou said we need to lay the foundation, and I agree. There are indeed many places in China where the foundation is not good.
prison.
Now we have to pick up a foreigner, who was hired from the Allison Company in the United States. His major is automotive engines and transmissions. I hope these people can help us improve our technology."
The driver didn’t understand what ‘Allison’ was, so he asked again in a low voice: “The group is poaching people everywhere, will they be hated by others?”
Ma Qianshan was hesitant about this issue and said in an evasive manner: "It's not clear abroad, but it's not a big problem in China. For example, when a group builds a university, it recruits domestic teaching assistants and retired professors.
Teaching assistants can't teach and can only do odd jobs. Retired professors basically don't teach anymore, so it's good to be able to use their residual energy. At present, it seems that there are resistances, but they can all be solved."
The car left Dongcheng District and arrived at the Capital Airport an hour later. After waiting for another half an hour, a 747 flight from Tokyo landed on the airport runway.
Ma Qianshan took out his ID and contacted the landing passenger plane directly through the tower, asking the crew to confirm whether there was a 'Professor Jung'. If so, please let him get off the plane first.
At this moment, in the first class cabin of the 747, the fat Jung was staring at the port window with a frown on his face. He was trying to find a few military police officers with serious faces and guns standing at the airport, just like the authoritarian countries described in the Western media.
But the airport is very modern and there are no abnormalities seen.
The flight attendant smiled and came over to confirm Jung's identity and asked him to be the first to get off the plane.
"Is this considered preferential treatment?"
Jung was as big as a potato. He stood up from the first-class seat with difficulty, took his luggage, and muttered in a low voice: "I hope my decision is not wrong. At least this preferential treatment is quite pleasant.
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Ma Qianshan was waiting in the VIP channel of the terminal building when a chubby white man of medium build came out. This guy was probably less than forty years old, and he was considered the youngest among the experts from the United States.
"Hello, Professor Jung, welcome to your arrival. My surname is Ma."
"Hello, Mr. Ma."
The fat Jung looked around, "The situation here is better than I thought."
"Which aspect do you mean?"
"The social atmosphere is different from what I imagined."
Jung shook his head, "Forget it, I don't care about this. I actually came here to solve my obesity problem. I have severe obesity, can't control my appetite, and don't want to undergo gastric reduction surgery.
I hope..."
Ma Qianshan listened patiently to Professor Jung's nonsense, and took a look at the other person's body shape. This guy was indeed a bit too fat, with a medium build but a weight of at least two hundred kilograms.
"I have taken the special weight loss pills you provided, and I am very satisfied with the results. That's why I came to you for this matter. Please tell me..."
Jung came closer and lowered his voice.
"Do you have a better weight-loss drug? It can not only lose weight but also improve your ability in that area. Do you understand what I am saying? You must understand, right?"
Jung blinked, trying hard to let Ma Qianshan understand what he meant. Director Ma looked at the fat white man's figure again, a little suspicious that his CEO had made a mistake.
Could this guy be an expert on car engines and transmissions? Is he here to cheat on you with food and drink?