Jin Peng didn't sleep well all night, and memorized all the problems and coping methods explained by Li Ye many times, for fear that when the meeting was held the next day, he would encounter an unexpected situation and he would not be able to react.

But the next day, as soon as he arrived at the place where the meeting was held on Silk Street, he encountered a problem that Li Ye had never explained.

A group of individual businesses blocked the door of the venue.

Among these people, many of them are known to Jin Peng.

Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is a situation that opened up on Silk Street, and now it also conducts a discount promotion from time to time, and even the small merchants and vendors around who sell needles and threads, repair shoes and roast sweet potatoes, also drink a sip of soup.

Seeing Jin Peng coming over, Wang Laohan, who sold roasted sweet potatoes, hurriedly greeted him warmly, and took the newspaper to Jin Peng and wrapped a piece of sweet potato for him.

"Manager Jin, are you here to ask for an explanation? Do you want to go in for a meeting? ”

Jin Peng took a bite of the sweet potato, and asked with a smile while feeling hot: "Then what do you think I'm here for?" ”

"Hey, you see that there is something wrong with what I asked," Wang Laohan smiled and said: "Manager Jin, you are from a regular unit, and you must have been invited to come over for a meeting, which is not the same thing as those of us who have no father or mother." ”

"What do you mean by having no father and no mother!" Jin Peng was also amused, and said: "I remember that you are a Beijing hukou, and the street is your maiden home, so I am really a bottomless outsider!" ”

"Manager Jin said and laughed, said and laughed."

Wang Laohan waved his hand and said: "It's true that I occupy a capital hukou, but who takes me seriously in the street!" You need to have a seat here!

"That's not the same, if I have a son in the future, I can't let him come to the capital to go to school, but your Wang Laohan's grandson has a quota as soon as he is born, right?"

"That's it," Wang Laohan felt a little more comfortable, and finally had a sincere smile on his old face.

Jin Peng finished eating the roasted sweet potatoes in two bites, and asked in a low voice: "Old Wangtou, what are you doing here?"

We're acquaintances, I advise you not to be stupid, I heard that there are still people in the district today! Don't put eye medicine on the street at this juncture, your arms can't twist your thighs, you know? ”

"How dare we take eye medicine!" Wang Laohan was taken aback and said, "We just heard that Silk Street is going to be renovated, so where are we going to set up stalls in the future?"

Although I can't earn a couple of dates every day, if there is less income at home, life will be sad, right? ”

Wang Laohan pouted to the west and said in a low voice: "Actually, we just came here to listen to a letter, and I will go to other places to set up a stall in the future, but those people over there are really anxious!" ”

Jin Peng looked to the west and found that they were basically all vendors selling department stores on Silk Street.

They are not like Wang Laohan every day, who only earns a couple of melons and jujubes, taking advantage of the spring breeze of the times, they have quietly made a small fortune, and there are not no people with a net worth of more than 10,000 yuan.

These people all know Jin Peng, an "outsider" who has stepped on shit luck, but after meeting Jin Peng's eyes, they all look unkind.

Originally, they all took the goods from Boss Hou, and they hugged each other in Silk Street, which was considered moisturizing, but Jin Peng, a foreigner, did not pay attention to the rules after he came, and a discount sale robbed everyone of a lot of business.

Boss Hou from the south is rich and wealthy, and he brags all day long, but as a result, he was coaxed in an instant, and he turned to differentiated management.

Pengcheng No. 7 Factory mainly sells clothing, shoes and hats, and Boss Hou's gang sells electronic department stores.

But as a result, those hawkers who originally made money on clothing have shrunk a lot of profits every month, and even Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is not pleasing to the eye.

But so what?

And for everyone's "righteous and upspoken" master, he planted it, and he didn't know where to eat free imperial food at this time.

The famous Hengsan on the road was even more miserable, more than 20 people were beaten by the people of Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, and they were all lying in the hospital, so they collectively liked to carry a pair of silver bracelets.

Isn't that clear enough?

Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is not an alien old hat, it is a dragon across the river.

"People said that you are going to collude with each other to buy and sell Silk Street to the tyrants! Cut off people's way of life. ”

Wang Laohan whispered: "I heard the big Liu Tou in the back street say that the big boss from the south also wanted to participate in today's fair, but he was rejected, so these people who followed the big boss to eat together came to petition!" ”

"Petition? They deserve it too! ”

"Did they pay their taxes? It doesn't matter if the small businessman doesn't make much money, but he Hou is the big boss who makes a lot of money, and all the money he makes is in his pocket, why should he be treated with us? ”

Jin Peng smiled disdainfully, wiped the sweet potato powder off his mouth, and walked to the meeting site of the street office with his head held high.

Don't look at the squatting outside the venue today, but there are two hat uncles at the door, and no one has the courage to come over and shout.

Jin Peng arrived, took out the notice of invitation to the meeting, and was put in.

In this instant, the sense of superiority in Jin Peng's heart rose.

Pengcheng No. 7 Factory and Boss Hou are essentially engaged in a business, that is, buying and selling, and in a serious case, speculation.

But now he, Jin Pengjin, the manager, can come in for a meeting in a dignified manner, but the rich boss Hou can only squat outside with greedy eyes.

That's the difference.

At the beginning, Jin Peng didn't understand Li Ye's request to pay taxes according to the rules, why should he share the hard-earned money earned by his hard work and ability!

Even when I arrived in the capital, when the tax system came to collect taxes, I was also very surprised by the "correct attitude" of Pengcheng No. 7 Factory.

But now it seems that those taxes are really not paid in vain.

Li Ye said to Jin Peng - a big taxpayer can live in the sun openly, and he can only hide in the cold darkness if he evades taxes and is very rich.

。。。。。。

However, Jin Peng's sense of superiority only lasted for a few minutes.

When he entered the venue, he was arranged in a corner, and in front of him sat figures with heads and faces.

In this environment, Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is really an inconspicuous little shrimp.

"In order to regulate the chaos of Silk Street and create a better business environment, we plan to raise funds to renovate this block.

Everyone is a connoisseur of commercial retail, and you should be able to see the bright future of Silk Street in the future, so don't be so reserved! ”

After the meeting began, the person in charge of the host said a set of words, and then hoped that everyone would donate generously to help the commercial transformation of Silk Street.

But everyone attending the meeting frowned tightly and kept silent.

Because everyone learned from the "plan" in their hands that the renovation of Silk Street was much bolder than expected.

Originally, everyone thought that it would be good to renovate the streets, and then build a few rows of open-air stalls to guide 1,200 small traders and vendors to settle in.

Everyone invested a few small sums of money to arrange flexible employment for some difficult households and related households in their own units, and the booth fee was better than nothing, and it had no impact on themselves.

But now it seems that this renovation plan is really not small, not only with open-air stalls, but also to build a multi-storey comprehensive commercial storefront, and the amount of money that needs to be raised is not a small amount.

What they don't know is that if according to the original history, 85-year-old Silk Street is a "lite version" composed of two or three hundred open-air stalls, and the attitude of the managers is almost "free-range".

But Li Ye only chatted with Wen Guohua for a while, but he raised the scale by several levels, and even carried out a bold experiment with the fundraising that he tried many years later.

This step is indeed too big.

Jin Peng looked at the rostrum in front of him through the shoulders of the participants, and found Wen Guohua of the transformation team.

Wen Guohua is just an "officer", but looking at the position he is sitting in, Jin Peng, who has been in the capital for many days, can naturally appreciate the subtlety.

However, when Jin Peng saw the representative of the tax department, the other party smiled slightly and glanced at him.

He slammed into the spirit.

Don't look at Jin Peng, who usually loses the upper hand in front of Li Ye, but that's mainly because of the problem of vision, in fact, Jin Peng is a very smart person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to run a big mess, and he is like a fish in water in the capital.

Now the other party's look made him figure out a lot of things.

Why did people invite Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, an outsider? Why did you send someone to get a loan from the bank?

This is to ask him Jin Peng to be a gunman. Oh no, take the lead!

If you don't know your official size in the capital, any commercial unit can pull out a few bureau-level cadres.

Even if the street office in the capital is one level higher than that of other cities, but in the capital, it really instructs people not to move, in case it is cold, it will not look good on the face.

In particular, the commercial renovation of Silk Street is still a move that is beneficial to self-employment.

There are many people from large shopping malls who definitely have money in their hands, but they themselves reject this business model that tends to be self-employed.

According to their intentions, all self-employed people should be banned, and all customers should go to their own shopping malls and buildings to buy things.

So Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, a unit with a strong self-management style, doesn't he show it?

Or have people seen through that you are self-employed?

[Ono didn't tell me about this stubble, I was going to give everyone eye medicine! ] 】

Jin Peng was a little apprehensive for a while, a few days ago he had just negotiated with Xicheng Department Store about "settling in and operating", and he also got on the line with several other commercial institutions, and the situation was peaceful.

Isn't it a bit too embarrassing to jump out and give everyone a "sample" at this time?

Sure enough, the people above saw that no one was talking below, so they directly ordered Jin Peng's general.

"Don't be restrained, everyone! We're just a business meeting, and we're not kidnapping tickets, so it's good to give a suggestion without paying for it!

The young man at the end, I see that you have been holding back your words for a long time, so tell us a few words! ”

Where did you see me holding back my words?

Jin Peng changed his expression with a smile and said modestly: "Our Pengcheng No. 7 Factory has a small plate, and we are not very familiar with the situation in the capital, so we really don't have any suggestions or anything."

"Don't be nervous, if you have something to say, you've been very prosperous in the capital recently! Monks from outside will chant scriptures, talk about it, and everyone will learn from each other's strengths."

In this case, Jin Peng had no choice but to follow Li Ye's script.

"Then I'll make a statement!" Jin Peng smiled humbly: "Let's pay a deposit first, and after the street is arranged according to the situation, just give us a small share, if the money is not enough, we can take out a loan." ”

This posture is quite low.

The peers around him all felt that Jin Peng was sensible and knew that he would drink soup at the end.

"Hahaha, young people are really straightforward! It's a down-to-earth attitude, so it's no wonder I've been hearing from you lately! ”

The person who presided over above was also very happy, after all, Jin Peng didn't make a detour, and directly took out the money, real money is better than any suggestion.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked Jin Peng with a smile: "What kind of deposit do you have, and how much are you going to take?" There has to be a number! ”

Everyone around looked over, and Jin Peng, who felt pressure, had no choice but to raise a finger and pretend to be a simple youth with a simple smile.

"Ten thousand? You this. Be stingy! Young people be bold! ”

The people above were a little disappointed, but they still had a smile on their faces, after all, Jin Peng's performance was still okay.

But the next moment, Jin Peng said sneeringly: "No, we can give a deposit of one million." ”

“.”

~

After a brief silence, I don't know who cursed a swear word in a low voice.

As soon as the number of one million came out, Jin Peng's "low profile" just now, it seemed pure at this time to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and what to bite people is not called.

How big is the scope of Silk Street, you will invest 1 million cash in it when you come up, and the back is not enough for a loan?

If you want to wrap up Yuan'er yourself, just say, won't it be over if we make room for you?

But if you're a childcare, hehe.

Even the boss on the stage was puzzled and asked again: "That. What's your last name. Xiao Jin, right? Do you mean a million plus a loan? Or is that what kind of margin? ”

One million in '82 may be a piece of paper for a public bank, but it's a big number for a business.

"It's a deposit, we are very optimistic about the Silk Street project, it is very close to the embassy area, there are many overseas friends, we think that Silk Street may be a window to the outside world in the future, at least we can understand what kind of products foreigners like."

Jin Peng was very determined to explain, after all, judging from the faces of many people at the scene, they thought he was a "nursery", joking and talking empty words.

"Although our Pengcheng No. 7 factory is small, but the ambition is not short, we are still only operating in China, but we hope that one day, we can sell our products abroad, so that the yellow-haired people can also see, we plant the goods of the flower family, not bad at all."

"Hahaha~"

"Young people's hearts are really big!"

"Hey, how can I say that this little comrade is also courageous, that is, he has a little bigger appetite."

"O people now! As soon as I saw the scenery of exporting foreign exchange, I was very excited, but who knew the difficulties behind it! ”

Jin Peng was a little stunned, a little angry, and a little impulsive to ridicule each other.

When Li Ye said this to him before, Jin Peng could occasionally see Li Ye's strange eyes, although he resonated somewhat, but he didn't fully agree.

After all, he always felt that he was a little person who had just come out of Qingshui County, and it was too ignorant to talk about them.

But now, Jin Peng has a strong unwillingness and ambition.

Look at the people sitting next to me at this time, all of them are people with pens in their jacket pockets, why are they so timid? As soon as you hear about making foreigners' money, you will destroy your prestige first?

If others can make our money, why can't we make foreigners' money?

At this moment, Jin Peng suddenly agreed with Li Ye's "ambition".

The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, and the illiterate boxing style still knows how to "raise the prestige of our country"?

We now have money in our hands and want people, so why can't we compare with foreigners?

"Papapa~"

The boss above suddenly slapped lightly, and the voice was not loud, but it suppressed everyone's whispers.

"Young people have ideas, what's wrong? Is it that funny? ”

Everyone was silent, it was okay to laugh at Jin Peng, and it was not a joke to laugh at the person above.

"Xiao Jin, when will your one million be in place?"

"Today, we checked with the bank, there is a million funds in the account, and they are also willing to give us a loan, 6.9 interest, which is quite a large amount."

Jin Peng is no longer the big brother on the street in Qingshui County, so he quickly adjusted his emotions and answered seriously.

"6.9 interest? Clerk, go and get in touch with Comrade Xiao Jin to see if you can provide some help. ”

Wen Guohua nodded and stood up, and took Jin Peng directly out of the venue.

After leaving the venue, Jin Peng felt the tightness in his chest better, and he reached out to touch the cigarette, but Wen Guohua handed one over first.

Jin Peng hurriedly took it, and then gave Wen Guohua some first.

Wen Guohua took a puff and asked Jin Peng: "What you just said is casual talk!" Or is there a detailed plan? ”

Jin Peng smiled and said, "I don't know, but we have an economic consultant, and if you want to know more, you can talk to him." ”

Wen Guohua looked at Jin Peng, and couldn't help but wonder: "Okay!" I'll go and talk to you about the loan interest first, and then I'll talk to Consultant Li. ”

"The interest on the loan is fine, we've made sure of it." Jin Peng confirmed.

"The highest loan interest is only 7.2, are you sure you want to use the 6.9 kind?"

“.”

Jin Peng habitually smiled and touched his scalp.

"As long as he dares to lend, I dare to use it."

"That's what your economic advisor said?"

"Hey, hey."

Jin Peng smiled and didn't speak, your Wen Guohua's aura is naturally overwhelming, what can I tell you?

If you have something to say, you can ask your future brother-in-law directly.

The state is not good.,It's late to update again.,If there's a typo, please bear with me.,I'm revising.。

(End of chapter)