Chapter 8: Confrontation or Strife (3) (5)

Wang Gong also smiled, how could this be. We have signed a formal contract with the village, and we have to abide by the credibility. If the contract is unilaterally torn up, we will bear legal responsibility and compensate for liquidated damages.

Deputy Director Wang said that Mayor Yang does have this intention, and strives to let us cooperate with the town to jointly develop this project. However, our initial intention of cooperation is you, and it is you who will inspect in advance, and it is you who will formally sign the contract. If we really cooperate with them, I'm afraid that our God of Wealth, Ye Mu, will not agree.

Wang Gong also said, in fact, what we value is the sincerity of your mountain people and the resources and environment they have, and we will not casually negotiate cooperation with people who do not understand and the investment environment that is not ideal. The last time we visited, we had already inspected the town. From the perspective of resources, environment and product quality, the feasibility of building a factory here has been ruled out. Don't have any doubts, concentrate on building a new plant, and don't miss the start date next year.

Speaking of this, Wang Gong smiled again and said, "It didn't make you worry and be frightened in vain. At our request, the secretary of the township party committee has agreed to negotiate with the county power supply department to obtain the most favorable conditions and connect the power supply before the year. This can be regarded as a loss of the horse, and a bad thing has become a good thing, and it is worth the trip.

The heart that the xylophone was hanging in finally fell. As a result, she also saw the integrity of the Nanjing factory and the charm of a successful enterprise.

She returned to the Sifang dormitory with peace of mind, and rarely asked the bank to hurry up and open the wine bottle. She said, "Tonight, I've got to have a drink." You two have to drink it too. If we don't finish this bottle, we won't finish it.

After the Quartet and the bank figured out the meaning of the xylophone, they were also happy for the village. The two gathered around in unison, drinking wine, and talking to Xylophone about the operation of the hotel. They are very energetic, and they also think of bigger development plans. It's just that the old suspect is Laipi in the town, and he owes the hotel a lot of hospitality fees, but he doesn't repay the debt, and it is a little difficult to get the hotel's capital turnover on credit.

The xylophone was in an unusually happy mood. She encouraged the two of them to think in one place, work hard in one place, cooperate well, and strive to make the hotel business bigger and stronger.

Sifang Road, in the first half of next year, it will be the renewal of the contract. I heard that there are many people who are trying to fight for this territory. I don't know if we can hold on to it.

Xylophone said, no matter how difficult it is, you two must not let go, you must hold on. Whether it is management experience, business scale, or economic foundation, the two of you have advantages that others can't match. Compete with others without worry, and don't let go easily.

The encouragement of the xylophone increased the confidence and motivation of the two of them. Both of them said, don't worry, we won't stop. We must fight for this hotel and resolutely work to the end.

After eating this wine and meal, it was already the dead of night. The two tried their best to keep Muqin in the hotel, and had already asked the waiter to clean up a room. Xylophone said that he didn't live in a hotel. She insisted on asking the two of them to send her to the town hospital and live in Ye'er.

At this time, in the clear sky, there are 10,000 bright stars. Like a flickering eye, peeking into the hearts of pedestrians on the ground, speculating on the stories of sleeping people in their dreams.

The three of them walked on the hard and empty street, breathing the cold air, carrying their own thoughts and dreams that seemed to be boiling, and walked briskly forward. The footsteps of "Dong Dong" are like a chaotic drum beat, and the "pounding" heartbeat is beating on the cold streets of the town, echoing on the edge of the town's gradual dream. [End of Chapter]