After listening to Han Liang's words, Guo Sheng licked his lips, locked the door, and squinted at him: "How do you want to cooperate?"

"When we requisitioned the land before, the two of us chatted and asked you to collect the list of leaders in Xinfa Factory who can take the lead and resist selling the factory, how are you prepared?" Han Liang asked as he lit a cigarette.

"The list is very simple, we are all old colleagues who have been together for many years, I don't need to collect it at all, everyone's name is engraved in my head. Guo Sheng paused: "Where's the money?"

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of money. Han Liang waved his hand slightly, and a young man next to him directly took off the cross-body travel bag he was carrying, put it on the table, and after opening it, it was full of red hundred-yuan bills.

"How much is this?" Guo Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw the cash.

"150,000 is considered a deposit. Han Liang paused: "When I confirm that the list you provided is correct, I will give you the remaining half." ”

"You don't need to confirm this kind of thing. After listening to Han Liang's words, Guo Sheng's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he still did not hesitate to pick up the travel bag containing money and put it in a cabinet in the office: " I am a very realistic person, I don't have Zhang Mingyu's kind of vain feelings, and he doesn't have his kind of fraternity that gives up his small family to protect everyone, in this factory, I have a large part of the shares, once the factory is sold, the amount of cash I use to support the elderly, there is no problem at all, the reason why I always stand on the same front with Zhang Mingyu is just because I don't want to be the first bird, standing on the opposite side of everyone. ”

"Now it seems that Zhang Mingyu's attitude is more beneficial to us. Han Liang played with a pen on the table in his hand: "What I want you to do now is not to sell the land, but no matter what, you can't sell Xinfa Factory to the people of Juding." ”

"Do you know how much money I can get once Xinfa Factory is sold?" Guo Sheng asked rhetorically with a very snobbish eye.

"As long as you can make Juding unable to take the Xinfa factory, how much loss do you have, we Changjin will make up for you, in this way, it is equivalent to you getting a sum of money for nothing, and the shares of the Xinfa factory can still be held in your hands, this business, how to count it is not a loss." Han Liang said with a smile.

"If that's what you say, I can work with you. Guo Sheng is a shrewd person, and he instantly smelled the benefits that this incident could bring him.

Han Liang grinned and handed over a cigarette: "Hehe, the entire Xinfa Factory, you Boss Guo is an understanding person." ”

"Tonight, the people of Juding Company made an appointment with Zhang Mingyu for dinner, if you make good use of it, this matter may be an opportunity. Guo Sheng lit the cigarette and continued to add.

"Okay, since you nodded, even if I didn't come in vain today, I'll go back and study the rest. Han Liang got up from the table: "Hurry up and send me the list by text message." ”

......

At six o'clock that night, in a restaurant with a good grade in the city.

Lin Tianchi, Yang Dong, and Teng Xiang rushed to the reserved private room at about half past five and waited, and when Zhang Mingyu's phone called, the three of them began to go downstairs to greet them.

"Squeak!"

Zhang Mingyu's Cruiser FJ stopped in front of the door, and he got out of the car with a young man.

"Director Zhang, welcome!" Lin Tianchi saw Zhang Mingyu arrive, and stepped up to greet him: "Come, let's go upstairs, please." ”

"Good. Zhang Mingyu nodded slightly, pointing to the young man beside him: "This is the driver in our factory, Xiao Dong." ”

"Come, a piece please!"

After that, a group of five people all walked into the hotel and returned to the private room, and after the personnel arrived, everyone began to eat and drink.

That night, Yang Dong invited Zhang Mingyu to eat this meal, just to get acquainted with each other, to shorten the distance first, plus they have not come up with any effective measures in the matter of land acquisition, so this meal, they have never talked about business during the whole meal, and have always maintained an atmosphere of drinking and chatting, and Lin Tianchi is indeed a good hand in this regard, although there is a certain generation gap with Zhang Mingyu in age and career, but there is no barrier at all when it comes to chatting, and Zhang Mingyu is also very happy.

......

At about half past six in the evening, Zou Dehao, the director of a workshop of Xinfa Factory, rode his Qianjiang motorcycle and returned to his home not very far from Xinfa Factory, Zou Dehao used to be an assembly line worker with Zhang Mingyu, and he was older than Zhang Mingyu, this year, he is fifty-eight years old, because he has been a worker all his life, so he is older, at first glance, he looks like an old man in his seventies.

Zou Dehao's residence, or the eighties of the last century, Xinfa factory belongs to the state-owned factory that distributed the family building, is the kind of corridor outside the door, a row of more than a dozen rooms, each room is thirty or forty square meters of tube building, at that time, this type of house is very trendy, but now, this old building has been on the verge of elimination, not only the water and electricity pipelines are aging, three days of water and electricity outages, and there is no property, so the yard is full of foul smell, there is no garbage cleaned up at all.

"Wife, what are we going to eat at night?" After Zou Dehao went upstairs, he took off the motorcycle helmet and put it aside, changed his shoes and asked, he was in Xinfa Factory, although he was a workshop director, but their factory itself was mostly welfare, so in addition to having more shares than others, his usual work was relatively leisurely, and his salary was not much different from ordinary people, and he didn't have a penny extra fast, and he was about 3,000 yuan a month.

"I just heated up yesterday's leftovers, and I'm going to finish eating, you can wait a while, I'll order you some noodles!" Zhao Yanhong, his wife who was mopping the floor in the back room, heard Zou Dehao's voice, walked out of the bedroom, and picked up the apron on the hanger.

"After finishing the noodles, take a cucumber for me, blanch a cup of small burning, and after drinking, I will go down and clear the garbage heap in the yard. After Zou Dehao changed his shoes, he began to stand on the edge of the basin shelf, washing his hands and face.

"Lao Zou, this afternoon, Yangyang is back. When Zhao Yanhong heard this, she put her apron aside again and handed over the towel.

"Since he came back, why didn't he stay at home for dinner?" Zou Dehao heard this, wiped his face and asked, Zhao Yanhong said that Yangyang, the only son of the old couple, is thirty-six years old this year, and is now working in an electronics factory in the city.

"He's not in the mood to eat. Zhao Yanhong sighed: "Yangyang said that he talked about a girlfriend in the factory, and the two of them have been in contact for a while, and the relationship is relatively harmonious, and they have the intention to take a step forward." ”

"Well, that's a good thing, Yangyang is thirty-six, and it's really time to get married. When Zou Dehao heard this, he also followed suit, his son's marriage, for so many years, has always been a piece of his heart.

"Yes, things are indeed good, but the woman said that if Yangyang wants to marry her, she must have a house in Big L, and she doesn't pick a place, if she can't buy it in the city, then go to Jin Z or L Shunkou, and you can settle it. Zhao Yanhong immediately added: "Yangyang means to see if the two of us can help him." ”

"Help him, what can I do to help him?" Zou Dehao's face instantly became gloomy when he heard this: "You also know the situation of our family, since I was laid off in '98, I have been working in Xinfa Factory, and you usually make money by doing odd jobs for others, and now that prices are so high, it would be good for the two of us to live! I want to help him, but where does this money come from? You tell him that if you want a house, you can earn it yourself! If you can't earn it yourself, you can move back and live with the two of us!"

"Lao Zou, isn't what you said purely angry! Our family has a total of one bedroom, and the child moves back, where do you let him live?" Zhao Yanhong also looked at Zou Dehao with a not very good-looking face: "You should know that our family is Yangyang, an honest child, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and smoking these bad habits, he doesn't touch them, usually three or four hundred yuan per month is enough for living expenses, and now in this society, how many children like him can live?" But now in this year, it is different from before, the house in the city, every move costs more than 2 million, even if Yangyang exhausts himself to death in the factory, he can't afford it!"

"Damn B, now this society is bad, the rich are dying and the rich are rich! The rich are bleeding oil, and the blood is poor without money! There is not even a kennel to live in, this JB house price, and the people are not allowed to live!" Zou Dehao scolded irritably, then lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa, a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He is also a father, in the face of a thirty-six-year-old son, who has not yet married a daughter-in-law, he is also uncomfortable, and his heart is anxious, but the naked reality is in front of him, with their kind of no education, two no ability, three no business acumen, will only work in a down-to-earth manner, and native, no way to leave the little people, want to buy a house in this kind of international bustling city, it is not realistic at all, and their living environment is not at all through hard work and struggle can be changed, after all, Zou Dehao's age and life have been fixed, even if he works hard, but the monthly rent, still can't even earn back the house price of dozens of square centimeters.

"Lao Zou, what do you say about living in this life? When you reach our age, isn't it just a child!" Zhao Yanhong sighed slightly, and looked at Zou Dehao with low eyebrows: "I heard, isn't your factory going to be demolished, I calculated before, with your shares, if the factory is sold, at least four or five hundred thousand yuan, right? It stands to reason that you are in the factory, and your words also have a certain weight, otherwise, you will pry Zhang Mingyu and let him agree to sell the factory!" In this way, we can use this money to pay a down payment to Yangyang, and as for the rest of the loan, when you reach the age of 60 and have a pension, I will go to do some odd jobs, plus the income of Yangyang's family, we will ......slowly pay it back."

"You're fucking farting!" Zou Dehao didn't wait for Zhao Yanhong to finish speaking, and then howled: "What's going on in Xinfa Factory, others don't know, can you still not know? Do you just let me cut off the livelihood of so many workers in the audience for the sake of my own family? Yes, the factory is sold, and I can get hundreds of thousands, but those grassroots workers who can only get 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, but lose their jobs, how do you let them live? Let me tell you, in the matter of selling the factory, not only Zhang Mingyu will not regress, but all of us will not compromise! This is the backbone of all the employees of Xinfa Factory!

......

"Squeak!"

Just when Zou Dehao and his wife were arguing fiercely about their children's house purchase, Han Liang's JEEP commander had already stopped downstairs at his house, and after a taxi on the side also stalled, several young people pushed the door and got out of the car and stood next to the car: "Brother Liang, what should I do?"

"On the second floor, room 2009, the owner is called Zou Dehao, you guys go up and go as planned. Han Liang glanced at the message sent to him by Guo Sheng, and commanded with a smile.