The factory director's office, smoky.

Guo Xiaolan left with a gloomy face, from a rational point of view, she knew that her son's choice was correct. But in terms of emotion, she is very disgusted with cooperating with enemies, and she doesn't want to sell Fan Zhengyang, who came out of the same village.

Song Weiyang was also unhappy, sitting on a chair and smoking cigarettes one after another.

What his mother didn't know, Song Weiyang knew.

In the next two years, Fan Zhengyang's strength continued to be eroded, and he was so focused on dealing with Huang Yunsheng that he would no longer take care of the Song family at all. Later, the more and more desperate she did, the sister-in-law asked Fan Zhengyang for help in the wholesale business, but she couldn't even see his face, and it could be said that she turned her face and didn't recognize anyone.

Song Weiyang hated Zhong Dahua, hated Huang Yunsheng, and also hated Fan Zhengyang.

Children only distinguish between right and wrong, and adults only look at the pros and cons.

The most advantageous way now is to find a relationship between Fan Zhengyang and Huang Yunsheng, and then take advantage of the situation to kill Zhong Dahua's bastard! As for Fan and Huang, at a critical time, Song Weiyang doesn't mind giving them some eye medicine, but he must do it quietly, without affecting himself.

Why is Song Weiyang so worried about smoking and thinking?

Because Huang Yunsheng saw through Zheng Xuehong and Song Weiyang's intention to fake a joint venture, this led to Song Weiyang's follow-up plan being completely disrupted.

It is impossible to pretend to be a Hong Kong joint venture, which is equivalent to sending his handle to Huang Yunsheng, and he will have to be an honest grandson in the future. If you don't turn your face, you can naturally get huge benefits, but this time bomb made Song Weiyang feel uneasy.

"Click!"

The office door was pushed open.

Uncle Guo Xiaochun didn't even knock on the door, he came in with a travel bag on his back, threw things on the table, and smoked a cigarette in a chic manner: "I got the company license, and the people of Hong Kong City can do things quickly, and they can register a company in a few days." ”

"Well, it's hard work, uncle. Song Weiyang extinguished the cigarette butt.

Guo Xiaochun didn't know what to call polite, so he picked up the tea on the table and drank it, shook the hair on his forehead and said, "I heard that the surname Huang has just come?"

"The cup of tea you drank was made for Mayor Huang. Song Weiyang said.

"Phew!"

Guo Xiaochun immediately spat and said, "No wonder it's disgusting and smelly!"

Song Weiyang reminded with a smile: "The canning factory has rules and regulations that prohibit spitting. ”

Guo Xiaochun trampled his saliva dry and asked, "The surname Huang is here to find fault?"

"On the contrary, he approached us to cooperate. Song Weiyang said.

"He really did it, put the father in the prison cell, and then came to cooperate with his son," Guo Xiaochun held a cigarette and kept gesturing his fingers, "Let me tell you, this surnamed Huang is a weasel who greets chickens for the New Year, and he is not well-intentioned!"

Song Weiyang said: "Well, I know. ”

"It's good to be clear!" Guo Xiaochun picked up his travel bag, "I'm gone, I haven't slept for a day and a night, and I'm sleepy." By the way, can you still get tickets for the bowling alley? It's a bit itchy to not play for more than half a month. ”

"I'll pick it up tomorrow. Song Weiyang said.

"That's okay, Goodbye!" Guo Xiaochun finished speaking and left.

Song Weiyang sometimes envies his uncle, he doesn't want to be stupid all day long, he just knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and live a lot of freedom.

Pick up the phone and dial the number.

Soon a voice came from the earpiece: "Hey, hello, the cadre building of the Mengping County Party Committee compound." ”

"I'm looking for Zheng Xuehong. Song Weiyang said.

"Wait...... Zheng Xuehong, Deputy Director Zheng, Tel!Zheng Xuehong......"

Within a few minutes, Zheng Xuehong came panting and came running: "Hey, who ...... Phew, who's looking for me?"

Song Weiyang said: "Lao Zheng, I am Dr. Ma. ”

"Hey, I'm finally waiting for your call," Zheng Xuehong said happily, "Can I bring the money here?"

Song Weiyang said: "You can come over, but don't pretend to be a Hong Kong businessman." ”

"Why?" Zheng Xuehong wondered.

"You were spotted by Mayor Huang. Song Weiyang said.

Zheng Xuehong exclaimed: "Impossible! That night, I had a very happy chat with Mayor Huang, he was so dizzy that I was deceived, how could he know that I was fake?"

"Alas, people have good acting skills. Song Weiyang sighed and said.

"Damn, I still laugh at him for being stupid, it turns out that he is a fool," Zheng Xuehong was a little panicked, "Will something happen if I go to Rongping City again?" Don't be arrested by the police. ”

"It's okay, just come here. Song Weiyang said.

Song Weiyang's original plan was not as simple as a fake joint venture to cheat tax rebates and loans, he wanted to do a fake show in the future, wear a Hong Kong-funded skin to ensure safety, and even raise funds and list the cannement factory in Hong Kong City. This requires people to cooperate with acting, Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao are the executors, otherwise how could they easily give them so many shares.

Now, all the plans are nullified, just because Song Weiyang is unwilling to be Huang Yunsheng's grandson.

Hanging up the phone, Song Weiyang left the office, ran to find the director of the factory office and the chief of the technical section, and instructed: "Director Yang, you immediately contact the construction team, build a few new factories, get more fruit processing workshops, rinse pools and pre-cooking pots at least three times the scale." Section Chief Li, you are responsible for supervising the whole process, don't make unqualified half-way rework. ”

Section Chief Li said: "Director Xiao Song, don't worry, I promise that there will be no problems!"

Director Yang said happily: "Factory director, are we going to expand production?"

Song Weiyang nodded and said, "Well, when the canned tangram cup is launched, we will definitely not be able to keep up with the production scale of our factory." ”

"It's good to expand production, but we don't have the land to build a factory. Director Yang reminded.

"Isn't there a big piece of wasteland to the east of the factory? Tear down the fence and build a new factory outside. Song Weiyang said.

Director Yang said: "Those lands are not ours. ”

"Whoever it is, let's talk about it after it is built," Song Weiyang suddenly laughed, "If anyone comes to find trouble, let them go to Mayor Huang." ”

Director Yang asked, "Mayor Huang approved it?"

Song Weiyang said: "It's Mayor Huang's meaning. ”

"Okay, I'll do it right away!" Director Yang left in a hurry.

Song Weiyang shouted: "By the way, call Section Chief Chen of the Propaganda Section!"

Director Yang strode forward, shouting as he walked: "Chen Weifeng, the factory director is looking for you!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Section Chief Chen rushed over, leaned over and asked, "Director Xiao Song, what task is there entrusted to our Propaganda Section?"

Song Weiyang said: "Take two enlightened people and follow me to the provincial capital on Monday." ”

"Propaganda?" asked Section Chief Chen.

"Well, shoot advertisements, advertise advertisements," Song Weiyang said, "study hard along the way, and when the factory grows, I will reorganize the propaganda department into the advertising and publicity department." Lao Li, this advertising and publicity department is very important, and the minister will let you be the one for the time being. But the ugly thing is ahead, if you don't do a good job, I will remove you. ”

Section Chief Chen hurriedly patted his chest: "Factory director, don't worry, I promise to study hard and will not drag the canneries back!"

"Okay, you go get busy. Song Weiyang waved his hand.

More than a month ago, the problem with the canneries was that they couldn't sell their products because they had a backlog. When the Mid-Autumn Festival advertisement is broadcast, I am afraid that it will be a headache for the production to keep up, and this broken factory has seriously affected Song Weiyang's normal performance.