The stakes are very high, and Yu Zhu no longer cares about any secrecy, so he wants to know about possible changes.

And Jing Jian seemed to be unaware, with a casual expression on his face and a relaxed tone, as if he was just chatting and fartizing: "This is actually not difficult to analyze. It is no secret that the domestic petrochemical market is hot, both at home and abroad. Then Formosa Plastics must know that too. If they invest in the mainland, they must be sure that the products will be sold and there is a need for expansion. In other words, they must invest, but in the mainland, or in Taiwan?"

"Uh-huh. Yu Zhu nodded, and took out the cigarette from his arms.

"Then as a capitalist, the more preferential conditions you give, the better. For example, if Formosa Plastics' investment in the mainland is blocked by the Taiwan authorities, what will he do? The most stupid thing is to go back honestly and obediently, and then the Taiwan authorities will give away some trivial benefits. You can't escape my palm anyway. What will the smart do?"

"How?"

"Dragging, of course. Threaten the Taiwan authorities, if you don't keep your master, your master will go somewhere else. Anyway, the delicacies of the mountains and seas are served, there are not too many bear paws, and there are not too few phoenix claws. And the mainland is stable with rhetoric. Give you this spare tire a wonderful fantasy. ”

"Haha, spare tire?" Yu Zhu was amused by this description. He understood what Jing Jian meant, "A crying child has milk to eat." ”

"Oh, yes. Jing Jian also smiled, "Old Yu, then think about it, our mainland is still in the dark, hoping to attract Formosa Plastics with more favorable conditions." Not to mention other wastes, let me just say one point: What should the Planning Commission do if it does not approve new petrochemical projects? If it is delayed for two years in one year and three years in two years, is it true that China has been waiting to be fed and spends a lot of foreign exchange to import petrochemical raw materials?"

Yu Zhu's face became more and more heavy, in fact, it was a little transparent, and this situation was extremely likely. Barely smiling, Yu Zhu said, "It won't be that bad, right?"

Jing Jianjian laughed loudly: "Hahaha! You're still trapped, we're just talking nonsense." It's nothing like that, salty and carrots are a big deal. In fact, even if there is such a situation, there is a way, Formosa Plastics can have a spare tire, but our mainland can't have a spare tire?"

"Hehe, yes, yes, a red heart is ready with both hands. Yu Zhu also laughed. Suddenly it didn't feel right, this "901 Project" was still secret, "We are chatting and chatting." Hey, tonight has been very rewarding!"

“……”

Then Yu Zhu was absent-minded, and it didn't take long for him to leave. When he returned to his home, he always felt that he had done something less. It wasn't until after getting into bed that he suddenly slapped the bed board heavily: "Eh, I forgot to talk about the transfer." This little thorn needs to get his hands on it!"

"It scared the hell out of me. What is the ghost of the third watch in the middle of the night?" Yu Zhu was immediately kicked a few times by his wife......

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, the flow of bicycles on the street has occupied half of the road, and it is the morning rush hour for work.

At a newsstand near the first street of the agency, an old man was unpacking and separating the newspapers and magazines that had been packed and transported, and laying them on the door panel in front of the newsstand.

There was a steady stream of people who came to buy newspapers and magazines, and this was the golden age of print media. The big newspapers in the organs are basically subscribed, but here the tabloid magazines are more popular.

A young woman with glasses was quiet, and she asked softly, "Uncle, is Tiannan Literature here?"

"Tiannan Literature" is a bimonthly literary journal of the Tiannan Provincial Writers' Association, although it does not have national influence, it is still relatively famous among provinces and cities. Of course, the people who come to buy are usually men and women.

The old man replied, "Just arrived, this is it." Five pieces of six. As he spoke, he pulled out a copy from the corner.

After paying, the young woman took the magazine, and when she looked at the cover, she said "huh". I saw a young Chinese man with sunglasses, a black windbreaker, and a seven-color rainbow pigtail wig sitting in the director's seat on the cover, with a camera and handsome foreign men and women beside him, and the Chinese young man was holding out his hand to direct with great momentum.

And this photo is from Jing Jian's royal paparazzi Berry. After taking a candid photo at that time, Jing Jian and them enjoyed it together, and Jing Jian felt that a few of them were not bad, so he asked Berry to print a few more sets. During Xu Guanwen's interview, Jing Jian refused to take a photo, so he gave Xu Guanwen this one.

On the cover, the magazine's flagship article "Ah, Oscar!" is also printed. The young woman was a little strange: "Uncle, who is this person on the cover?"

The old man glanced at it: "Oh! Our genius from Tiannan went to the United States to make a movie in that Hollywood." Foreigners bullied us, saying that the sick man in East Asia would not allow us to shoot, but later in this later life, it was filmed against all odds, but the eyes of those foreigners were blind. And also won an Oscar. Do you know what an Oscar is? It's like an Olympic gold medal, a jewel in the crown of cinema. ”

The old man's eyebrows fluttered to attract a few passers-by, and when he heard the end, someone joked: "Old man Li, I didn't see it, you still drag the text?"

"That's it. Old man Li was proud, "I also graduated from high school back then, and I can be regarded as a scholar in the neighborhood. Do you want to sell newspapers?" It can't be said to be a bragging, at least this old man Li has read this article, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make the introduction just now.

Talking and laughing, some people paid attention to the content of the introduction: "Haven't you heard of a Chinese director who makes a movie in Hollywood and wins an Oscar?"

Old man Li hurriedly retorted: "It's not Chinese, it's us Chinese, we Tiannan people." It's all said in the magazine. ”

"Ah, just dressed like this, full of roosters, is it really our Tiannan?"

He fought and made meritorious contributions in southern Xinjiang, and later went to a university in the capital, and later studied abroad. It's all in there, huh?"

"Aren't you just blowing this? Serving as a soldier and going to college, it's their turn to do good things?"

"Hey, what do you guys have to quarrel about? Didn't you find out that this is a fictional character from Tiannan Literature, but let Old Man Li take it seriously. ”

There was a burst of laughter. Old man Li couldn't figure out the authenticity, so he shrank back into the newsstand. The passers-by were about to leave, when suddenly the young woman let out a scream that stopped them.

"It's true, it's true. The young woman pushed her glasses, her face flushed with excitement, "This is reportage, a description of real people and real events. His name is Jing Jian, in 84 years Qingang college entrance examination science first, was admitted to Huaqing, and later when he was studying in the United States, he made a movie called "Infinite Trembling", and won three Oscars last year. The film in which the great musician Cheng Qinglun won the Oscar was shot by this Jing Jian. ”

During the argument just now, the young woman quickly flipped through the article and had already read the content roughly......