Tomorrow is National Day.
These days, National Day is quite a lively occasion.
Sure enough, on the day before the holiday, everyone's face was full of smiles.
I just arrived at the office and haven't even settled in yet.
The revival of the East is coming.
This time, he didn't bring a group of people with him; he came alone.
After the subordinates gave an announcement, Dongfang Fuxing went directly to their door.
Wang Shouren said with a hint of helplessness, "I just got back, and I haven't even had a chance to sit down properly. Why are you here already?"
Without further ado, Dongfang Fuxing first lifted the things he was carrying and placed them on the table.
Wang Shouren's eyes lit up. He took it, opened the packaging, and realized he hadn't smoked this cigarette in a long time. After all, back in the US, he smoked American cigarettes and wasn't used to them.
He lit one for himself first, then asked, "What's up? You've got your eye on my forex trading again?"
“You may have taken a liking to it, but that’s not my business, and I have no say in it.” Dongfang Fuxing shook his head: “Most of your foreign exchange has been converted into our currency. You’ve already done enough by doing this. I won’t make things too difficult for you. I came here today to ask you if you have any ideas about which market in the vicinity.”
"The nearby market, oh, you mean that one?" Wang Shouren suddenly realized.
Before 1979, this area was mostly deserted, with only a motorcycle factory located here. Around the 1980s, Dongfang Fuxing also tried to revitalize the market economy. After all, the higher authorities gave Wang Shouren a convenient opportunity to register a company, and even now, his company code is 001. He wondered if he could also help the citizens become self-reliant.
There's nothing we can do about it; there aren't that many factories or that many jobs.
So, a market was set up next to the motorcycle factory.
Dongfang Fuxing didn't charge much; they simply set up some temporary buildings, creating a small market. The market was chaotic, selling all sorts of things—food, drinks, and toys. Because the motorcycle factory offered good benefits, the market quickly attracted many vendors. As time went on...
The adjacent industrial park was also gradually completed. Wang Shouren's industrial park is a multi-functional industrial park.
It includes a variety of services such as dining, entertainment, and relaxation. He even set up a supermarket in the industrial park, and the factory employees jokingly say, "The money we earn in the factory is spent in the factory, and we don't even think about taking a penny home."
At the end of 1982, he also applied to the higher authorities to open a primary school, which was approved. This truly fulfilled the wishes of most of the workers in the industrial park. Of course, there was only one downside: there were no houses for sale. Their current housing consisted entirely of rental properties; as long as you worked at the factory, the factory would rent you a house at a low price.
As for what kind of house, that depends on your level; the types of houses you can apply for vary.
Wang Shouren really didn't dare to build houses directly. These workers really did move to the industrial park, and he really couldn't keep up with the demand. The land here was also a bit too small.
The complete transformation of the industrial park signifies the failure of that street's plan.
This is not good news for the revival of the East.
After all, he was the one who initially advocated for opening this trade street, and he had been working on improving it for the past two years. Its current state isn't exactly good, but it's not terrible either. It's just sitting there, half-dead. It's enough to worry him.
“I say, Brother Dongfang, as the mayor, it’s not right for you to rely on me for advice every time something happens,” Wang Shouren said with a smile.
"Hey, this isn't really asking for your advice. I already have a plan in mind, I just came to hear your thoughts. You little brat, are you starting to look down on me now?"
"No, please don't say I'm looking down on you. Tell me your thoughts, okay?"
“I’ve been thinking that the market over there is just too chaotic right now.” Dongfang Fuxing didn’t mince words and said directly, “The market has all sorts of things. I think we should just consolidate and reorganize the market. It’s not appropriate to rebuild it now. Instead, we can build a food street on the existing market, focusing solely on food. What do you think?”
"You're attracted by the price range here, aren't you?" Wang Shouren chuckled.
Goodness, they've even set up a food street. None of these people who've gotten to this point are simpletons.
"Hey, let's give it a try. But the specific plans are still under consideration. When the time comes, some of the food stalls in your Qin Family Village should also come and support us. I've already contacted Donglaishun and Bianyifang, and they're both willing to open shops here."
This is traffic generation.
To be honest, this Eastern revival really has a knack for it.
"Then it will probably take you a long time to work on this, and the whole place will need to be renovated. However, if you put all the best food in Beijing here, the workers in our industrial park should be very interested. Or rather, the people in the industrial park can ensure the activity of this street, and you can turn it into a pretty good tourist attraction."
“There are many hidden talents in Beijing. You might even find a few descendants of imperial chefs.”
These days, there are far too many people who live in anonymity. Maybe they want to show off their skills too.
"You could even create a ranking, where people can choose their favorite restaurant. That would be a kind of honor."
“But if we follow your idea, this street won’t be small. If no one goes there, wouldn’t that be bad for the businesses?” Dongfang Fuxing asked.
A food street—it's a street with countless shops. Giving diners the right to rate it is inappropriate, as it's impossible for them to eat their way through the entire street.
"So, this event doesn't really have much to do with whether it's delicious or not. It's just a gimmick; it's about who's best at attracting customers."
“I’ll think about it when I get back.” Dongfang Fuxing scratched his chin, still undecided. Then he changed the subject: “By the way, tomorrow is the 35th anniversary. The higher-ups want you to go to the inner venue to watch it. You can bring your family, but…” At this point, Dongfang Fuxing paused and looked Wang Shouren up and down: “Don’t bring more than five.”
Everyone in the world knows this guy has a lot of women.
Don't make a fool of yourself.
"Okay, then I have to go."
The 35th anniversary was the first celebration showcasing our country's military strength since 1959. That's why he came back so early this time.
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