Xi Shuhui said: "Juanjuan is in Rome? She said that your old man is going to make fashion again as soon as he slaps the table." Erming, can we have a main line? I'm almost completely unable to keep up with your train of thought now, what are you going to do? Or do you have to do everything?"

Zhang Xingming said: "The main line of industry, heavy industry is always the most important business. Then there is the computer-related part of Godfather Liu's side, and the others are actually secondary, which is dispensable. ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Xingming reacted, and immediately said: "Investment in this area is heavy industry and computers, or other industries, it is the hematopoietic machine of all industries, no matter when, investment is the most important." Not one of them. ”

Wiping a handful of non-existent sweat on his forehead, listening to Xi Shuhui snorting gloomily on the phone, Zhang Xingming found a reason to hang up the phone. It's so scary to talk to a woman.

Back to the house, I found my diary and flipped through it, sixteen years, most of the original memories have been virtualized, and many things have even been forgotten. However, the notes only record some relatively important events, and there are still many things that need to be touched by relevant information to recall.

The human brain is not a computer, and there is no permanent panel.

After flipping through my notes for a while, I made up for the recent events, and I couldn't help but think of China again. The curtain of state-owned enterprise reform is about to open, where should you start?

There are so many enterprises in the country at this time, but how many are left in '98? What kind of baptism has the working class experienced in these eight years? Countless enterprises have been artificially dragged down, and countless workers have been displaced just because some people want to satisfy their own greed.

Joint-stock system, privatization, people's hearts and minds are exposed, up and down, without a little shame, staged one ugly plot after another, there is no most shameless, only more shameless, so many workers' families are inexplicably involved in this bloody capital grab, life is difficult, and even the family is ruined. No one will look at it.

In the early and mid-90s, the hottest topic was triangular debt, but how many people knew the inside story? Why was it that after the end of the privatization boom in the late 90s, the country's helpless old and difficult problem was quietly solved, and no one mentioned it again?

Why are so many factories suddenly insolvent? Why are so many saviors willing to risk bankruptcy to "bravely" rise to the occasion and take over the mess from the government, and why do they immediately take on a new look when the mess arrives in their hands? Are they all reborn? When they stand on the podium and receive commendations, does their conscience hurt?

And in the process, who cares about the workers who gave their all for the factory?

Moreover, it was in the process of bloodletting that the state began to vigorously develop the economy of Yanhai, with a large amount of investment, a large reduction in taxes, and the entire southern Yanhai rapidly became rich, but these people turned around and scolded the backwardness and ignorance of the northern industrial provinces after wiping their big mouths and sucking blood, as if their development capital had fallen from the sky. How can they be so at ease?

The blood of the inland industrial areas was drained by the hands of the upper and lower hands.

When the small grocery stores of three or four square meters in the north were weighed down by the heavy tax of more than 1,000 yuan a month, the 300-square-meter restaurants in the south enjoyed the low tax policy of 200 yuan a month with peace of mind. That's how the world is fucked up.

A group of people who don't eat minced meat have in their pockets the dollars that their Japanese, German, and American fathers have in their pockets, manipulating policies and regulations as they like.

Closing the note, Zhang Xingming lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling in a daze, the contradiction suppressed in his heart boiled at this moment, at this moment, he wanted to return to Prague and live his leisurely and lazy life without caring about anything.

He fell asleep in a daze, and in his dreams, he saw countless people, people who covered the sky and the sun, wearing blue uniforms, with blood in their eyes, and screaming silently with their big mouths open, and stretched out their hands to him.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xingming walked out of the bedroom with a tired face, his sweat-soaked pajamas were wrinkled, his hair was messy, his face was pale, and he was weak.

This image made the four assistant little girls panic for a while, and tried their temperature to ask the doctor to pour boiling water and order a nutritious meal, Li Chun didn't know what to do, so he carefully checked Zhang Xingming's bedroom.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare last night. Just take it slowly. Zhang Xingming drank some water and said to a few people.

When he took a shower and changed his clothes, he came to the living room again, and the person was already tidy again, but he seemed to be in no energy. The body temperature was normal, and the doctor came to check it, but it was a little false, so everyone put their minds at ease and pulled Zhang Xingming to the restaurant for breakfast.

After eating breakfast and listening to Su Yan and Xu Xiaoya read the newspaper for a while, Zhang Xingming felt itchy under his nose, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and a dense blister came out under his upper lip and nose, and his lips were a little swollen.

At half past nine, Chambers, who was still very young at this time, came to the hotel.

Big rush, fairly thick blonde hair, square face and broad nose, light blue pupils full of confidence.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Su Yan made coffee and brought it over, Zhang Xingming was restricted from drinking coffee for a week, and could only drink bitter tea.

"Do you want cigars? There's Havana here. Zhang Xingming pushed the humidor in front of Chambers, who smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Your Excellency." ”

Zhang Xingming looked at Chambers skillfully cutting his cigar and asked, "Is it still a pleasure to work at Wang An?"

Chambers shrugged his shoulders. Although he has been Wang An's vice president in the past few years, in fact, he is a herald for Wang Legend, and he has no power, because Wang Legend is too controlling, and it is difficult to trust others.

He has a kind of distrust of foreigners in his heart.

Zhang Xingming said: "I plan to acquire Wang An, wholly owned, do you have any good suggestions?"

Chambers intoxicated took a puff of smoke and said, "Wang An is no longer the Wang An he used to be, far away from customers and willing to hurt him." The king only trusts his son, or Edward, but Edward only knows how to dismantle and sell, and dismantles what he thinks is bad and sells it, and the promised new products are not visible at all. The market share is getting smaller and smaller, and it is divided by Micro Element and IBM. ”

Chambers shook his head in frustration: "I used to work hard, but I was defeated by the king's stubbornness. ”

Zhang Xingming can understand Chambers's mood at this time, the biggest difference between Chinese and Europeans and Americans is in this aspect, it is difficult for Chinese workers to work hard as their own, and they always dream of starting from scratch. However, the concept of getting ahead in Europe and the United States does not only refer to this aspect. The social status of a professional manager is no worse than that of a boss.