002 [Desperate]

In a short period of time, it is impossible for the father to be fished out. The fact that he committed something so big has already alarmed the province that no one dares to overturn the case for him.

This time period in 1993 was very embarrassing, the central government was crossing the river by feeling the stones, and the people were also rushing recklessly. The whole country knows that reform is necessary, but no one knows how to reform and to what extent.

And the state-owned enterprises are the most sensitive area, and they will not be spared if they collide.

Song Weiyang wants his father to be released from prison quickly, and there is only one way to do it, and that is to strengthen the power of the Song family and strive for commutation, commutation, and commutation.

The trial ended for more than ten minutes, and it was not until the staff cleared the venue that Guo Xiaolan left the table in a trance, stumbling under her feet, and Song Weiyang and her eldest brother hurriedly supported her.

"Mom, don't worry, you can also fight for a commutation. Song Weiyang comforted.

Guo Xiaolan seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, she nodded and said, "Mom knows, you have to study hard, and you will take the college entrance examination next year." ”

Song Qizhi has a big heart and enlightens his mother and younger brother: "In the future, there will be me at home, and when my father comes out in three or five years, we can make a comeback!"

Brother Song's smile didn't last long, and he was quickly shocked by the situation at the door of the court.

Dozens of workers have come to the factory, as well as enterprises, fruit growers, and distributors who cooperate with the cannery, and there are more than 100 people in a dense crowd. As soon as they saw the Song family come out, these debt collectors immediately surrounded them and shouted:

"Director Song, let's settle the salary for us first. ”

"Boss Song, your canned food can't be sold at all, so you have to refund part of the payment. ”

"Boss Song, you haven't paid for the sweet oranges you received last year. ”

"Director Song, the canned bottles you purchased have not been paid for two quarters. ”

“……”

These people all know that the Song family has fallen, and if they don't come to ask for money, they won't have any chance in the future.

In the face of more than 100 debt collectors blocking the road, and there were reporters and crowds watching next to him, Brother Song didn't dare to lose his temper, so he could only promise loudly: "Money, I will definitely find a way, even if it is to smash the pot and sell iron, I will pay back everyone's money!"

The crowd surrounded Song Qizhi in three layers and three layers outside, for fear that he would run away, and urged: "Director Song, let's follow you to get money." ”

How could Song Qizhi have a way to get money, he could only fool and say: "Please give me a little more time, give me a little more time!"

"What we have in time, we want money!"

"It's just, every time it drags time, don't think about running again today!"

"If you don't give money, you will pay for your life!"

“……”

In his last life, the eldest brother planned to divorce his wife, and wanted to hand over the tens of thousands of cash left in the family to his wife to take away, and let his wife secretly take care of his mother and younger brother. But the sister-in-law disagreed, and after the unexpected death of the eldest brother, she relied on wholesale clothing to support her mentally disturbed mother-in-law, raise her young son, sponsor Song Weiyang to finish college, and even repay most of the Song family's millions of arrears.

Song Weiyang recalled his mother's aging and haggardness, recalled his sister-in-law's hardships, and the scenes of his previous life clearly appeared in front of him.

Perhaps, God gave him a chance to be reborn by letting him come back to compensate his family.

Seeing that the debt collector was forced to come over, and he had already begun to entangle with his eldest brother, Song Weiyang took a deep breath, forced himself into the middle and said, "Don't do it, let's talk civilly." The money is no problem, I'll pay it back, but I'll have half a year!"

"Who is this?"

"The second child of the Song family, still studying, I've seen it before. ”

"Student baby who doesn't understand fart, get out of the way!"

“……”

Brother Song pulled Song Weiyang back, and said hurriedly: "Little brother, don't make trouble, I'll be responsible for everything." ”

Mother Guo Xiaolan also said: "Yangyang, don't make trouble, go back and study with peace of mind!"

In the eyes of everyone, Song Weiyang is just a stupid boy who doesn't know the height of the sky. But this stupid boy didn't take millions of debts seriously, and slapped his chest and shouted: "I can make a military order and write a guarantee for you." As long as I can't repay my debt within half a year, I'll pay you my life!"

A debt collector sneered, "What do I want your life for?

"Yes, we just need money!"

Guo Xiaolan hurriedly argued: "If you want money, you have to give us time to raise it slowly!"

The man before said excitedly: "I've already given you time, since Boss Song was arrested, the payment for the canning factory hasn't arrived, it's been several months!"

Another debt collector said, "Sister Guo, I know that Boss Song is wronged. The Song family single-handedly built a distillery, and the money is rolling, but now it has been confiscated by the government, and there is only a money-losing cannery in your hands, and you are also very aggrieved. But we also have to think about it from our point of view, our glass factory is a small business, and the whole factory is waiting for the hundreds of thousands of goods to pay wages!"

"Can you get the money if you force it like this?"

Without waiting for his mother to speak again, Song Weiyang suddenly said sharply, "Let me tell you, now the canning factory owes more than 3 million yuan, and this is not counting the bank loan, but the Song family only has tens of thousands of yuan in cash, and the bank account has long been frozen! You now have more than 100 people, plus even more who didn't come today, how much can you get on average with tens of thousands of yuan? A person can get a maximum of 100 yuan!"

The man said, "What do you say?

Song Weiyang immediately said: "My father is the most successful entrepreneur in Rongping City, and I am his son, do you dare to gamble that I will turn tens of thousands of yuan into millions within half a year! If you lose the bet, you will only lose 100 yuan per person! Now make a choice, whether to force the Song family to death and divide some money for each person, or fight to get back all the arrears and interest!!"

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly not knowing what to say.

On the one hand, they do think that the coercion is fruitless, and tens of thousands of yuan is not enough at all; on the other hand, they are infected by Song Weiyang in a daze, because the expression and tone are too confident, and they are too similar to Song Shumin, a once powerful entrepreneur.

Although Song Shumin has been imprisoned, his reputation is there, and people still have a little awe and admiration in their hearts. As Song Shumin's son, even if Song Weiyang is just a student, the creditors still subconsciously have an inexplicable sense of trust.

This is an era of miracle beliefs, and there is an endless stream of news about getting rich in society.

Perhaps, can the Song family really turn over?

Of course, there are also people who think otherwise, such as the workers of the canneries.

The wages of these workers were not high, and they were only owed a few months' wages, which added up to one or two thousand yuan each.

"Don't say so much, settle the wages for us first!" shouted the workers.

Before, it was a promise with a smile, but now it has directly turned into a threat, Song Weiyang squinted and sneered: "Don't give me a chance, right? Then we will die in the net, and I will file for bankruptcy tomorrow and auction the fixed assets of the factory to repay the debt." According to the law, the first thing that should be repaid is the bank loan, and then the three million that are owed to you! This money is repaid proportionally, and ordinary workers can get a maximum of a dozen yuan in wages! Moreover, at that time, the Song family will be able to reasonably avoid debts, and it will be illegal for you to collect debts again!"

The workers were dumbfounded, they didn't know that they could still play like this, and they didn't know that workers' wages were prioritized over social debts - of course, bank loans were more preferred, and Song Weiyang did not lie.

Although China had a "bankruptcy law" in the 80s, it was not until the early 90s that private enterprises were allowed to go bankrupt, and it has not yet become popular, and even some local governments do not agree to the bankruptcy of private enterprises at all.

So much so that in the previous life, the Song family never thought of filing for bankruptcy. It wasn't until half a year after Brother Song's death that the court and the bank joined forces to liquidate and conduct an auction, but the land and machinery were unsold, and only after ten years of inactivity did a real estate developer buy it for development.

First promised to be reasonable, and then there were living threats, and these debt collectors were finally "convinced" by Song Weiyang.

They are really afraid that the Song family will play the bankruptcy trick!

"Okay, we'll believe you!" The debt collector of the glassware factory, which had the most debts, suddenly said that the canning factory owed them more than 800,000 yuan, and it was impossible to force them to pay for the goods.

"Wise choice!" Song Weiyang smiled.

He had to laugh out loud and be convinced that he was capable of paying it back, and the grief of his father's imprisonment could only be put aside for the time being.

These people didn't ask Song Weiyang to write any guarantees, and they dispersed with complicated feelings, talking about it a lot.

Guo Xiaolan glanced at the crowd of reporters who had not left yet, and said in a low voice: "Let's go back too." ”

……

A seventeen-year-old high school student keeps saying that he can make millions in half a year, and no one will believe it.

The debt collectors don't believe it, they are just frightened by the threat of bankruptcy, afraid that they won't get a penny by then - in the mid-90s, there was a sudden wave of bankruptcies in China, and most of them were playing the trick of "fake bankruptcy, real debt evasion".

Song Weiyang's family didn't believe it either, and after returning home, his mother and eldest brother sat frowning, racking their brains and unable to think of a way to get money quickly.

"Brother, can the canning factory still work?" asked Song Weiyang.

Song Qizhi said depressedly: "What kind of work are you doing? The warehouses are all piled up." I have been running the market for the past two months, and the advertising cost has dropped hundreds of thousands, but the canned food in the factory cannot be sold at all. ”

Song Weiyang began to help the eldest brother sort out his thoughts: "Brother, have you ever thought about why our canned food can't be sold?"

Song Qizhi said: "In the past, when I gave gifts, I gave malt milk essence and canned food. Now gifts, health care products are given, and only a small number of farmers use canned food as gifts. Also, I heard that Europe and the United States have joined forces to anti-dump China's canned food, and those large canned food enterprises cannot be exported, so they are engaged in price reduction competition in China, and small and medium-sized canneries are forced to wait to die. ”

Song Weiyang analyzed: "In other words, the competitive pressure is increasing, while the market size is decreasing. ”

"So it's no problem!" Song Qizhi said.

Song Weiyang said: "Have you ever thought about changing the positioning of canned products? We don't sell canned food as gifts, but as daily consumer goods. ”

"It's useless," Song Qizhi shook his head again and again, "Who buys canned food to eat and play? With that little spare money, it is better to buy drinks, biscuits and candy." ”

Song Weiyang said again: "We can ......"

"Don't say it," Song Qizhi didn't want to discuss it anymore, "the canning factory is definitely not saved, not only our factory, but also the entire Chinese cannery." Little brother, I know you want to help the family, but there are many things you don't understand. You should study with peace of mind, take the entrance examination to a good university next year, and go to work in a big city and a foreign company after graduation, so that you can live a decent life. ”

Song Weiyang wanted to say more, but the eldest brother had already discussed countermeasures with his mother, and the family didn't believe in his ability at all.

After a while, the mother began to make frantic phone calls:

"Hey, I'm looking for Director Yang...... I'm Guo Xiaolan from Jiafeng Wine...... Director Yang is not here...... Okay, I'll call again. ”

"Hey, President Zhang, I'm Guo Xiaolan...... You're going to have a meeting...... Okay, that's another day. ”

"Hey, Manager Li......"

Guo Xiaolan made more than a dozen phone calls in one go, all of whom were friends who had been close to each other before, but it was obvious that she didn't borrow a penny.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua has returned from the hospital with her son, she said, "Why don't I go back to my parents' house and ask?"

Guo Xiaolan shook her head and said, "My father-in-law is upright, and he probably hasn't saved a lot of money." ”

Cai Fanghua's father used to be the director of a state-owned enterprise, but he retired three years ago, and only one brother was left in his mother's family to work in the Qingshui Yamen of the Archives Bureau.

Brother Song smoked a cigarette and said helplessly: "Just file for bankruptcy." ”

The mother was a little moved and worried: "I'm afraid that the government will not approve it, and there is no precedent for the bankruptcy of private enterprises in our city." ”

Brother Song said: "Although people go to tea and cool, Dad's face still has a little bit." It should not be difficult to file for bankruptcy. ”

The mother clapped and said, "I'll go to the leader tomorrow!"

Song Weiyang didn't speak again, and if he said it, his family wouldn't believe that he really had that ability. His only contribution was to propose a solution to bankruptcy, at least leaving a way out for his mother and brother.

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