You should know that if a utility pole falls down in Beijing and crushes ten people, nine of them are mid-level or higher-ranking officials!
He put on his coat and went to the front yard.
At the main gate, several middle-aged men dressed in expensive suits, carrying briefcases and looking like nouveau riche, were shoving and pushing each other with the Lin family's guards.
Yes!
To protect the safety of Lin Huowang and his family, there were armed guards not only at the main entrance, but also many hidden guards in the surrounding streets.
It's no exaggeration to say that the security for some high-ranking officials is probably not as tight as that for Lin Huowang.
However, in order to avoid attracting attention, visitors like these who pose no threat are usually not stopped too much, and the guards at the gate will persuade them to leave.
The leader, a fat man with a face full of fat and slicked-back hair, was pointing his finger at the guard and cursing.
"What happened?"
Lin Huowang walked over slowly, hands behind his back and eyes squinting.
"Oh! Consultant Lin! You've finally come out!"
The moment the fat man saw Lin Huowang, his expression changed faster than flipping through a book. He quickly plastered on a fawning smile and stretched out his hands from a distance, saying:
"My name is Wang Defa, General Manager of the Third Industry Company under the Ministry of Materials. I have long admired Consultant Lin's name, and meeting you today confirms it..."
"Get to the point."
Lin Huowang didn't even reach out, he just gave him a cold look and said, "I don't serve idlers here."
Lin Huowang has seen a lot of people like this in recent years.
Of course, among those who specialize in this field, there are quite a few talented individuals, especially some of the talents that Lin Huowang knew in his previous life.
For example, Old Mou, who traded canned goods for airplanes, also came to him to boast and solicit resources.
Lin Huowang was quite interested in chatting with him for an afternoon. Although he eventually felt that the guy was exaggerating, he was still a bold and daring hero of this era.
Lin Huowang even developed a fondness for talent and wanted him to be a deputy in his Soviet team.
But to everyone's surprise, Old Mou, who was naturally unwilling to be second to anyone, also refused Lin Huowang's offer with great pride.
What happened next is known throughout the country: he really did trade canned goods for airplanes, earning hundreds of millions of RMB in one deal, and becoming famous nationwide.
After that, they became even more lawless, constantly talking about things like blasting a hole in the Himalayas, launching their own satellites, and developing this and that...
In the end, he ended up in jail...
These days, all sorts of "miracle figures" appear one after another, one wave after another, with all sorts of scams, such as qigong masters and water-to-oil schemes, too numerous to mention.
Lin Huowang just watched the spectacle; he didn't get too involved or expose any of the scams beforehand.
After all, the whole country, the whole society, and the whole people need to experience and grow. Children who are always protected and raised in swaddling clothes are like flowers in a greenhouse, unable to withstand the wind and rain.
Moreover, since the damage was limited, Lin Huowang did not intervene excessively.
As for the person who came to the door today, Lin Huowang didn't know what it was, and he just watched his performance with a cold eye.
Wang Defa, despite being snubbed by Lin Huowang, didn't feel particularly embarrassed. He chuckled and immediately struck up a friendly conversation, saying:
"Advisor Lin, it's nothing major. I just heard... you have a batch of special steel import permits from Russia? And that... lithography machine import quota?"
At this point, Wang Defa deliberately lowered his voice and said with a mysterious expression:
"As you know, the current market is such that 'nine out of ten people are out of business, and the remaining one hundred million are still looking.' These are scarce goods; you're just sitting there doing nothing. Why don't we... cooperate?"
"How exactly will we cooperate?"
Lin Huowang squinted at him, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Simple!"
Wang Defa patted his chest smugly and assured them, "Just give me the permit, and I'll resell it to those township enterprises in the south. The price will double with just one transaction! We'll split the profits 50/50! No, you get 60%, I get 40%! Just sign the papers, and I'll take care of the rest! It'll be a stealth operation! Only a fool wouldn't make money this easily! Don't you think so?"
After listening to his "grand theories," Lin Huowang remained silent, simply watching the greasy, fat con man quietly.
There's nothing I can do!
This was the chaos of the early 1990s!
Under the dual-track pricing system, scalpers run rampant.
People like Wang Defa, who have a little power or are "parasites" who rely on connections to work for state-owned enterprises, do nothing of substance and just make a fortune by buying and selling state resources.
They are like vampires attached to the tide of reform, sucking the blood out of the country while enriching their own pockets.
"Manager Wang, right?"
Lin Huowang suddenly sneered, "Do you even know what this batch of steel is used to make?"
"I'll build anything! As long as it makes money!"
Wang Defa said dismissively.
"Those are for building aircraft carriers. Those are for building our own heavy trucks. And that quota for lithography machines is for the Chinese Academy of Sciences to use for scientific research."
"You want me to resell these things to those township enterprises that make burglar bars? What use are lithography machines to them?"
"Oh, Consultant Lin, aren't you being too rigid?"
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