After hanging up the phone, Xing Baohua asked Xie Yingying, "Tell Director Min in Shanghai that I don't have time to go and discuss things with him, and ask him to come over before the weekend. There are some things that need to be decided."
Xie Yingying put down the documents, took out a notepad from Xing Baohua's desk, and asked, "Could you briefly explain what needs to be decided?"
"Tell the design firm to produce a sand table model. No data is needed, just make one based on your imagination. The main purpose is to explain it to those foreign investors, and also to prepare invitations, inviting people from several companies to Shanghai to see that wasteland."
"Wasteland? No worries!" Xie Yingying replied.
In Xing Baohua's memory, he may have been deceived by the film and television, and he really didn't know whether he was panicked or not.
"Don't panic. We still need to discuss when would be a good time to invite those idiots over. We can use this time to clean up Jiangdong," Xing Baohua said.
"Okay! Anything else?"
"To avoid an embarrassing situation like the satellite project, we should not publicize it in a big way. City leaders should not appear in public for the time being. It is not too late to appear when the agreement is signed."
In fact, Xing Baohua was afraid of embarrassing the leaders. He couldn't afford to offend any of the current leaders in Shanghai.
Of course, inviting Director Min over wasn't just about this matter; there were other things as well, such as port express lines, airport express lines, and so on.
Director Min had previously told Xing Baohua that preparations for Jiangdong Airport had begun and were just waiting for approval.
Shanghai already has an airport, so it is necessary to build another international airport.
Perfect timing! Xing Baohua could also apply for a window at the airport and use his transport plane business to attract customers.
It not only transports goods for itself, but also provides international transportation services to other companies.
Xing Baohua had an excellent relationship with the head of the post office; he could get the qualifications approved with just a word.
Seeing that Xing Baohua was not giving any more instructions, and noticing that his phone was ringing again, Xie Yingying excused herself and returned to her office to contact the Shanghai authorities.
Xing Baohua answered the phone. It sounded like Captain Han's voice. The other person said, "Are you free tonight? How about we go fishing at sea together?"
“Sure! Should I or you make the arrangements?” Xing Baohua said with a smile.
"Where would I get the money to rent a boat! You, the richest man, should just hire one yourself!"
"The richest man's ship hasn't arrived yet. I'll go borrow a ship. It's at 8:50 PM at Pier 5." Xing Baohua said and then hung up the phone.
Captain Han smiled helplessly. Even the richest man in the country doesn't have a ship like that! He was envious from the bottom of his heart.
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