(was blocked for a chapter, simply deleted that plot and let the protagonist go home directly.) The brain is a little messy, and there is only one shift today, so let's think about it first. ）

When Song Weiyang left home, the rice was still green and yellow, and when he returned, it had turned golden yellow.

Farmers wore straw hats and coarse coats, and the scorching sun was blazing in the fields, and the sound of rice ears hitting the buckets could be heard everywhere.

Hundreds of thousands of luxury cars are speeding on the pothole county road, and you can see scattered villages in the distance.

On the walls of the peasants' houses and fences, there are many words written crookedly in paint, most of which are advertisements such as "pigs can increase their meat by eating one pound of hope feed", which is plain and straightforward, exaggerated and absurd. There are also slogans from grassroots governments, such as "Set fire to the mountain, sit in prison".

The most domineering thing is "one person is overborn, and the whole village is ligated", which made Song Weiyang's crotch cold.

"It's not hard to drive. Zheng Xuehong said with a steering wheel.

"It's not difficult, you can learn it in one day. Chen Tao, who was sitting in the back row, said with a smile.

The two novice drivers without driver's licenses have already run two or three hundred kilometers each, while Song Weiyang only needs to sit in the co-pilot.

There is no reversing into the garage, no side parking, it only takes 10 minutes to get started, and it takes 10 minutes to learn to change gears - driving is too easy.

"It's in town, come for me. Song Weiyang said.

"It's okay, I'll come. You drove the night last night and must have been tired. "Zheng Xuehong has become addicted to driving.

Song Weiyang didn't bother to rob him, anyway, he pulled the handbrake when he encountered a situation, and he was not afraid of damaging passers-by at this slow speed.

Following the command all the way, Zheng Xuehong quickly drove the car to the staff community.

A large block to the south is an old-fashioned tube building, inhabited by ordinary workers of the distillery. To the north, there is a new-style building inhabited by factory management, including several other state-owned enterprises run by Mr. Soong.

In terms of human sophistication, to be honest, Song Shumin handled it smoothly and steadily, and all aspects were taken into account.

It's a pity that there are still people who jump back!

Song Shumin, the former secretary of the state-owned distillery, who was completely hollowed out, promised him 3% of the shares. This is already a lot, Song Shumin himself is only 30%, none of the old brothers who started the business together exceed 8%, and the total management equity is only 49% - the limit of the joint venture, no matter how many local governments do not agree. This shows the difference between the inland and the coastal, the state-owned enterprises in the entire city on the coastal side dare to package and sell them all, while the inland and remote areas dare not let foreign investors absolutely control.

Who knows, the secretary of the winery was actually unhappy, and his mouth was 15%.

After talking, Song Shumin promised to give the other party 5%, and the secretary agreed on the surface, and wrote a letter to the province when he turned around.

I don't know which line this guy hit, Song Shumin was arrested on the front foot, and he was appointed secretary and factory director on the back foot. He even rushed to kill them all, and only half a month after Song Shumin was sentenced, the Song family was forced to move out of the winery staff community.

"Oh, whose car is this?"

"This car costs hundreds of thousands. ”

"Santana costs hundreds of thousands, this car is more beautiful than Santana. ”

"Isn't that the second boy of the Song family in the car?"

"It's really! ”

"Alas, if only Director Song could come back, the current Secretary Zhong is a fool!"

"Be quiet, beware of him laying you off. ”

“……”

As soon as the car drove to the gate of the community, someone recognized Song Weiyang. They only watched from a distance, but they didn't dare to approach, for fear that they would be hated by Secretary Zhong and wronged if they were accidentally laid off.

There are no security guards in the community, and there is no take-off and landing pole to stop cars, but there is a mailroom at the door.

"Uncle, go on!" Song Weiyang rolled down the window and threw a pack of cigarettes to the little old man in the mailroom.

The little old man's name is Liu Changsheng, who has been widowed for many years, and has no children and no daughters under his knees. In the past, when Song Shumin was a rural educated youth, Liu Changsheng helped a lot, and after Song Shumin developed, Liu Changsheng had a city hukou, and he was also invited to the staff community to sit in the mailroom to watch the door.

It won't be long before Liu Changsheng will be expelled and move his hukou back to the countryside to farm.

Seeing Song Weiyang, Liu Changsheng was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Yangyang, where did you go, but you are worried about your mother to death!"

"It's okay, I've been out for a few days," Song Weiyang said, "I've called my uncle." ”

Because he didn't know if his family was forced to move out of the staff community like in his previous life, Song Weiyang directly remitted the money to his honest and reliable uncle. He also called his uncle to inform his mother and brother that he would be back soon and that the matter of the canning factory had been resolved.

The remittance was only 100,000 yuan, which was used to convince the mother and eldest brother.

The remaining money, 650,000 yuan was used to buy cars and license plates, and more than 300,000 yuan was used to save the cannery, which Song Weiyang drove back with him. He was afraid that if he remitted all the money back, his mother and eldest brother would use the money to pay off the debt, which would be tantamount to working in vain.

Liu Changsheng asked, "These two in the car are your father's friends?"

"Big boss, I brought in to invest in the cannery. Song Weiyang said.

"That canning factory can be saved," Liu Changsheng was happy at first, and then said urgently, "You go to the municipal party committee, there is an accident at the cannery!"

Song Weiyang asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Changsheng said: "Your mother made the canning factory bankrupt, and I don't know who spread the news, but now hundreds of workers and creditors are blocking the gate of the municipal party committee. I heard that they also pulled up banners and held signs telling the city leaders not to allow the canning factory to go bankrupt. ”

"Lao Zheng turned around and went to the municipal party committee!" Song Weiyang said helplessly.

Alas, although he remitted 100,000 yuan to his family and asked his uncle not to file for bankruptcy, his mother and eldest brother still didn't believe that he could save the cannery.

The winery and the staff community are on the edge of the city, Zheng Xuehong drove all the way, and there were no accidents, so it can only be said that the road conditions in this year are very suitable for novice drivers.

At the entrance of the municipal party committee, more than 200 people were blocked, and it seemed that all the workers of the canning factory had come.

The cannery was originally a municipal-run enterprise, and its scale was not large, but its personnel structure was extremely bloated. Anyway, the seven aunts and eight aunts stuffed it in, plus the secondary school students assigned every year, at the most, there were more than 500 employees, at least two-thirds of whom ate idle meals.

Why do state-owned enterprises lose all kinds of money?

That's a big reason for that!

After the eldest brother of the Song family took over the cannery, he directly threw 350 workers to other enterprises, anyway, those enterprises were in charge of his father. The remaining nearly 200 workers, in a very special situation, belong to the state-owned enterprise establishment, but work in the private sector, and their wages are paid by the factories to the government first, and then by the government to the workers.

There is no way, the Rongping Municipal Government does not allow the buyout of seniority, and the workers are reluctant to iron rice bowls, so they make this kind of four dissimilarities.

"The canneries belong to all the workers, and the capitalists can't say they're going to go out of business!"

"Resume production, protect the factory!"

"Pay back the hard-earned money of our workers!"

“……”

The creditors were all watching the play, and the workers were the most fierce.

Song Weiyang's mother and eldest brother were not at the scene, and the leaders did not show up, except for some police officers who were responsible for maintaining order and preventing the workers from storming the municipal party committee in their excitement.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Song Weiyang got out of the car and shouted.

When workers and creditors saw luxury cars, they subconsciously wanted to give way.

Suddenly, someone recognized Song Weiyang: "He is the second child of the Song family, I saw him at the gate of the court!"

Immediately, dozens of people surrounded Song Weiyang, and said menacingly: "Pay back the money, let your brother come out and pay back the money!"

Another worker said: "You can not pay wages first, but you can't let the canneries go bankrupt!"

"Wages must be paid, and the canneries must continue!" retorted another worker.

Song Weiyang said with a smile: "Everyone, the canning factory is no longer a state-owned enterprise, but a private enterprise. It is up to the boss and the government to decide whether to break or not. Even if you go bankrupt, your establishment is still the staff of a state-owned enterprise, and the government will make separate arrangements. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu has been working in a canning factory for almost 20 years, born as a canner, and died as a ghost in a cannery. Whoever dares to let the canneyard go bankrupt, Lao Tzu will find him desperately!"

"At the beginning, I said that the canneries could not be sold, and none of the capitalists had good intentions!"

"Director Song is inside, everyone rushed in and arrested him!"

“……”

The policemen were so frightened that they hurriedly shouted: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you will be imprisoned for attacking the municipal party committee!"

"Call the leader out!"

"That's right, call out Director Song and his mother too!"

Song Weiyang gave Zheng Xuehong a look, Zheng Xuehong immediately got out of the car, and shouted in a broken Cantonese pretending to be a Hong Kong cityman: "Don't move the green onion, don't move the green onion." Da Ga listens to me Hong Kong, I am a stalk to drop the big boss, I will send the rooster, I will send the rooster!"

"What did he say?"

"Looks like you want to pay us a salary!"

"It's a Hong Kong businessman!"

"Hong Kong businessmen are here, and the canneries are saved!"