Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Little Reporter Who Wants to Make Waves

"You little kid, what can you understand?" Zhang Guilan was a little angry when he saw that Li Feng didn't open any pot and which pot he mentioned, and said, "Adults talk, children don't interject, eat your food!"

However, Li Wanmin knows that his son has suddenly opened his mind these days and has become quite brainy. Not to mention anything else, just running an Internet café is almost entirely Li Feng's hand, and his ability to do things is even stronger than that of adults.

The son's sudden offer to invest in a toy factory in the countryside must have his opinion.

"Guilan, don't make a statement, when your son grows up, let him express his opinion. Li Wanmin sandwiched a piece of braised pork to Li Feng as encouragement, "Son, what do you think, let's exchange and exchange together." ”

Although Li Wanmin is not very bright, he is relatively modest, knows how to listen to the opinions of others, and is good at thinking and digesting to form his own understanding, which is also a major strength of his character.

"Okay, then I'll say it. Li Feng put down his chopsticks and said with a serious expression, "If Nanqiao Toy Factory continues to operate according to the current model, it will inevitably go bankrupt within one to two years." ”

"Hahaha, what are you going to say?" Zhang Guilan smiled, "Your logic doesn't make sense, you want to invest for a while, and then you say that you want to go bankrupt, and you still invest in the factory that is going to go bankrupt?"

"Mom, I'm not done yet. Li Feng said, "It is precisely because the factory is in a difficult situation, now is the time when its valuation is the lowest, and the investment pursues to buy on dips and sell on dips." We should not only invest, but also participate in management, change today's extensive business model, strengthen the construction from brand building, product positioning, quality control, cost control, marketing and other aspects, and make the factory bigger and stronger. ”

Li Wanmin listened with relish, and from time to time put braised pork in Li Feng's bowl. Zhang Guilan on the side also felt a little logical when he heard it, and did not interrupt Li Feng's words.

"Mom, haven't you experienced it yourself? Li Feng introduced the case that his mother knew, "The Xianhu Woolen Factory had to be restructured because of the serious unsalable products, and the valuation of the entire factory at that time was only 13 million. Now after being taken over by Cao Jianguo, the factory is immediately booming, and the valuation may have increased at least tenfold. ”

Zhang Guilan said: "That being said, but when Cao Jianguo took over, I think the valuation of the factory was far more than 13 million. ”

Cao Jianguo's, in fact, Li Feng knew.

In June and July 2002, the province sent an investigation team to Xianhu City to investigate.

After more than a year of investigation and judicial trial, Cao Jianguo was finally imprisoned, and several big leaders in the city were also involved, which caused quite a stir in Xianhu City.

"What my son said still makes sense. Li Wanmin listened to Li Feng's analysis and felt that it was very reasonable. In fact, he also wants to go back and invest in Nanqiao Toy Factory, after all, he is also a native of Nanqiao Village.

At present, his third brother Li Wanhua is in difficulty, and he should help himself as the second brother. Besides, when he left the village and entered the No. 2 Machinery Factory to work, the eldest brother and the third brother also gave full support and took on the burden of supporting the elderly at home.

"Even if it makes sense, our family doesn't have the money to invest. Zhang Guilan said, "Now that I have been laid off, it will be your turn next year." When the time comes, the two of us will be laid off together, and we won't be able to live our lives, how can we invest?"

Li Wanmin glanced at Li Feng, he felt that the time was almost up, it was time to tell Zhang Guilan about the opening of the Internet café, then put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Guilan, tell you something." But be warned, you are not allowed to get angry......"

"Yo, what's the matter with such a formality?" Zhang Guilan felt that Li Wanmin must have something important to say, and his heart couldn't help but get nervous.

Then, Li Wanmin told Zhang Guilan the details of the past two days, and she was completely stunned.

"Mom, it's all true, my dad and I have been busy with this matter for the past two days. Li Feng said, "Now, all the preparations have been carried out in an orderly manner, and I plan to officially open in November, and you will have to help when the time comes." ”

Zhang Guilan took three minutes to digest the whole thing, and his eyes were still a little dull: "You two have been sneaky recently, and you actually gave me such a big show! Is this thing reliable, invest 50,000 yuan at once, what if you lose money?"

"Don't worry, Mom, this business is very reliable. And I borrowed the money from a rich classmate, and in case I lost money, I went to their hotel to brush the dishes to pay off the debt. Li Feng patted his chest and said.

Li Feng said, took out an Internet café work manual, handed it to Zhang Guilan and said, "Mom, this is a work manual, you should familiarize yourself with it first, and then you will run this Internet café." I will invite another student from Fairy Lake University to come to work and assist you in management. ”

Zhang Guilan gasped and took the workbook: "I'm about to be scared to death by you two! It's okay, the old lady also has a job to do next, and she cooks for you at home every day, and she is about to become an old mother." ”

The matter of opening an Internet café was recognized by Zhang Guilan, and Li Wanmin's heart hanging in the air finally fell.

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At this moment, at the Xianhu City Reporter Station of Donghua Morning News, Ma Hongbo, an intern reporter who has just been on work for less than a month, has received a new interview task, that is, to go to Xianhu No. 1 Middle School at half past seven in the morning next Monday to report on the first results of the Internet ban action in primary and secondary schools in Xianhu City.

Ma Hongbo worked for six days in a row and rushed to more than 20 venues, but he was so tired that he couldn't breathe and sat down on the sofa where the reporter was standing.

Even if he had the only Sunday day off, he still had five manuscripts to write. Nima, it's a full five, thin skin and stuffing, it's really TM day!

Now that it is close to noon, Wei Dashan, the person in charge of the reporter station, called again to remotely command: "Hey, pony." You have to leave a little early on Monday morning, and the Monday morning meeting at Fairy Lake No. 1 Middle School is half past seven in the morning, so you have to arrive before a quarter past seven. ”

Lao Wei's words mean that Ma Hongbo will get up at six o'clock again.

"Director Wei, I've been to more than 20 venues this week, and my legs are no longer listening, why is it me next Monday?" Although Ma Hongbo is a newcomer who has just joined the company, he is obviously unhappy.

"Recently, there have been a lot of interview tasks and a lot of workload, and our reporter station is understaffed. Of course, as a newcomer, this is also a kind of training for you, but you can't be emotional. Lao Wei said a few beautiful words that were not nutritious, "By the way, the Xianhu City Education Bureau also communicated with me about Monday's interview task, and it is important to report from the perspective of the harm of the Internet to young people, highlighting the effectiveness of Xianhu No. 1 Middle School in the Internet ban activity." ”

"What? Where does the Internet endanger young people?" Ma Hongbo's face was full of disdain, and his tone was a little rushed, "If there is no Internet, our press release will not be sent back to the Jiangzhou City Headquarters." ”

"Hey, Ma Hongbo, what's the matter with you? If you are told to write like this, you can write like this!" Lao Wei also heard Ma Hongbo's unhappiness, and his attitude hardened, "I am going to Nanhang City on Monday, this manuscript is too late to be reviewed, you remember to finish it early, and send it back to the headquarters immediately, I have already greeted them, and this manuscript will be used first." ”

"Got it. Ma Hongbo replied weakly.

After hanging up the phone, Ma Hongbo continued to sit on the sofa. As one of the most influential newspapers in East China, "Donghua Morning Post" has always prided itself on its independent views, and Ma Hongbo chose to join because of this.

As a socially responsible journalist, if you don't have your own independent perspective and viewpoint, and write purely according to the intention of the leader, isn't that a brainless writing robot?

Besides, the few manuscripts I wrote before have no angle restrictions, how to write how you like, anyway, there are people in the editorial department in Jiangzhou who check it, and they will naturally publish it if they write well.

Only this interview on Monday, but you still have to TM limit the angle?!

Fuck it! I can write as much as I like, it's a big deal, what a bullshit job!

Ma Hongbo's mood is already extremely unhappy, and he is almost a fuse to explode the gunpowder in his heart, it seems that Monday's interview must set off a little storm!