Although he drank a lot of beer at night, Fu Zhengyi still woke up at six o'clock. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Pushing open the window, the slightly moist air with dew outside lifted his spirits.

In the courtyard downstairs, Zhang Wenwu was playing with the stone lock, while Mishasha, who was squatting next to him, was surprised.

Ran Ying knocked on the door and came in and said that Hai Jianguo invited everyone to drink porridge together, and the people in the courtyard next door had already gotten up and waited.

Fu Zhengyi is a little strange. "Drink porridge, what kind of porridge?"

"Oh, people came over yesterday and made an appointment with you, did you forget about it when you drank too much later?"

"I forgot! What time is it?"

"It's okay! Hong Kong people can have morning tea until 11 o'clock......

When he arrived at the door of the porridge shop, Fu Zhengyi saw Hai Jianguo and Mi Guiya coming over, but he was embarrassed.

"Where, where, I just woke up not long ago, what you said yesterday, the more I think about it after I go back, the more I can't sleep, some questions still need you, the initiator, to solve the doubts......"

Entered the box and sat down, and without waiting for Fu Zhengyi to introduce Hai Jianguo, he smiled at Mishasha. "You're the hero Mishasha who won't let the eyebrows, right?"

Although Mi Shasha is used to being more spicy, she was still a little apprehensive in the face of a successful businessman like Hai Jianguo, who had his own momentum, and quickly stood up. "Hello, don't dare to be ......"

Pressed down with his hand and motioned for her to sit, Hai Jianguo turned to Mishasha and her mother Wang Danfeng. "You are Mishasha's mother, right? Such a daughter is very proud, my daughter did not attend her award ceremony this time, but I have complained for a long time, if you have the opportunity to come to Yanjing in the future, you must remember to give me a call, so that I can do the friendship of the landlord......"

took the business card handed over by Hai Jianguo, and when he saw the word 'group' on it, Wang Danfeng said in a panic. "Oh, Sasha can't afford to be complimented like this......"

Hai Jianguo said a few words of greeting, but then turned to Li Xueyao. "You're the ......"

Miguiya was startled, stepped on Hai Jianguo's toes with one foot, and smiled at Mishasha. "My surname is also Mi, let's count it five hundred years ago as a family, come and come, come and sit with me, this porridge shop has not been open for a long time, but the taste of porridge here is really good......"

Holding back a smile, Mishasha said. "No need, I'll sit here! But when it comes to drinking porridge, Teacher Fu said something about porridge last night, which makes me angry......

Seeing that the topic had been shifted to this, Hai Jianguo, who knew that he was speechless, hurriedly asked what was going on?

After explaining the ins and outs of the matter, Fu Zhengyi was about to drink porridge, and Mishasha quit. "Teacher Fu, yesterday you ran away when you said this, what is the final result of this matter?"

Fu Zhengyi is a little strange. "Didn't I say that last night?"

Mishasha said with a puffed face. "I didn't say it! I discussed it with Yaoyao until two o'clock in the night!"

"Oh, then let's drink porridge first, it's definitely not good to taste when it's cold......"

Seeing that he really raised his hand and motioned for everyone to drink porridge together, Ran Ying couldn't help it, so she burst out laughing, and Hai Jianguo saw that Mi Guiya also endured a little hard, so he shook his head and said. "Mr. Fu, you can just say it first, this porridge is very hot when it is just served, and it will be easy to eat when it cools a little! Say it quickly, say it quickly, I will also wait to hear the final result......

"No result! What can be the result of this kind of thing?" Fu Zhengyi sighed and threw a spoon into the porridge bowl before continuing. "The media is official, and if it's wrong, it's wrong, and no one is held accountable. The real estate developer said that the little ruffian who beat people was a temporary worker, and he was seriously dealt with and fired, but the old couple still lived in the hospital, and the breakfast shop was bulldozed and turned into a construction site. Although the local government still wanted to hold a commendation ceremony and let the old couple name the real estate company, the old couple had been giving porridge for so many years, and they were completely chilled when they encountered this kind of thing, and they quietly left the city where they had lived for decades after being discharged from the hospital and returned to their hometown in the northwest......"

Mishasha exclaimed. "How can this be?"

"The bystanders don't have to bear any responsibility, and the perpetrator is only expelled, the media that reverses black and white doesn't even need to apologize, the purpose of the real estate developer has been achieved, and naturally he is satisfied, and in the end he doesn't need to take responsibility, no one feels that he has done wrong, the indifference of the society has come to this, and the local government has sent a strong letter to the local government, demanding that the news be removed in the name of ruining the local reputation and smearing the government's face. Eliminate the impact and compensate for reputational damage, Yunyun ......"

Hai Jianguo smiled bitterly. "Mr. Fu, why do you think there is no hope in this society when you say this?"

"There is still hope, most of the reports in the Weizhi News are positive, promote good deeds, and encourage people to help others, but such a particularly typical event still needs to be reported, so that more people know what happened, otherwise the old couple really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash their grievances......"

The atmosphere in the box was a little dull, but as he drank a bowl of porridge, Fu Zhengyi felt that this porridge was not simple, and turned his face to Hai Jianguo. "Mr. Hai, this can cost you ......"

"Where, it's just a bowl of porridge, but what you said is really unappetizing, I can drink three bowls on weekdays, and today it's only two bowls at most......"

Mishasha drank three bowls in a row but was still unsatisfied, and it could be seen that the porridge bowl was empty, so she quietly grimaced at Li Xueyao.

Quan Dang didn't see that Mishasha was funny, Fu Zhengyi put down the bowl and said. "Since I mentioned porridge, I thought of another thing, it is said that Ju Shen and Shen once went down to inspect the disaster situation, and saw that porridge was being given at the entrance of the county government, so he grabbed the sand and sprinkled it into the pot in front of the hungry victims, who knows what this means?"

Misha Sha said. "It shows that this kind of huge greed is vicious, and he is not even willing to let go of such a thing as disaster relief, and wants to show his power in front of his subordinates and disaster victims......

Seeing Fu Zhengyi turn his face to look at himself, Li Xueyao pursed her lips and thought about it before saying. "The long-starved victims can't overeat, and the porridge mixed with sand will be drunk slowly, his starting point should be good, right?"

Although she didn't understand why Fu Zhengyi mentioned this, Mi Guiya still smiled and opened her mouth. "Actually, the original public opinion propaganda is very biased, the porridge is mixed with sand, so this porridge is only attractive to those disaster victims, and those who originally wanted to rub the porridge to drink will naturally not be interested in this porridge, and the disaster victims who need to be rescued can fully enjoy these free porridge ......"

Fu Zhengyi was a little surprised. "Assistant Mi, have you been trained in a business course?"

"Last year, I went to the United States to participate in a short-term training, this case students debated very fiercely, and finally the professor of the business school said that this is a problem of economic principles, on the surface, He Shen mixed sand in the porridge, which reduced the value of the pot of porridge, that is, turned ordinary commodities into low-grade commodities; Reducing the additional costs of screening can be said to be a multi-faceted ......"

Mishasha was stunned. "Wow, isn't it?

"When the porridge is not mixed with sand, this pot of porridge has value for everyone, but once the porridge is mixed with sand, those who do not belong to the category of disaster victims will lose the desire to drink because of the reduction of the value of this pot of porridge, so in the end, Heshen just sprinkled a handful of sand to achieve the purpose of 'soup porridge' itself is used for disaster relief, which is really convincing......"

always felt that he had something to say, Hai Jianguo hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mr. Fu, what do you want to say?"

"I also saw a thing, that there are some migrant workers called 'ant tribe' in Yanjing, who do those dirty and tiring jobs that city people are unwilling to do, and take low wages that city people can't even imagine, have no security, let alone savings, and even have to live underground, and the locals look down on them. Capable migrant workers look down on them, and even their children dare not tell their classmates what kind of work their parents do in Yanjing, but these people are an indispensable part of a big city like Yanjing, so who needs to think about it?"

This topic is a bit big, Hai Jianguo saw Mi Guiya's blank face, but he sighed and said. "Yes, who wouldn't want to see a clean city? But as far as the local government is concerned, there are a lot of things that need to be done first, and it's understandable that there are occasional omissions, right?"

"It's understandable, but it's unforgivable to turn a blind eye!"

Miguiya didn't think he was just saying it casually, so she asked. "But what can I do?"

"Mr. Hai, you are also engaged in real estate, what do you think you would do if you wanted to provide a place for these people?"

"Their income is not high, it is estimated that they can't afford to buy a small house, and the cheapest underground hostel in Yanjing seems to cost a lot of money a month, and if you want to provide such a cheap house for migrant workers to live in, this construction cost can't be reduced......

Seeing that Hai Jianguo was about to take out a pen and paper to calculate the cost for him, Fu Zhengyi waved his hand and asked. "Mr. Hai, have you ever heard of the Pareto standard?"