After hanging up the phone, Sheng Xiping quickly told Zheng Xianyong that he was going to contact business.
Zheng Xianyong understood Sheng Xiping's meaning and quickly arranged a car to take Sheng Xiping to Songjianghe.
When Sheng Xiping arrived at Songjianghe, he met Hou Yashuang and his son Hou Mingliang at the inn in front of the station.
Of course, he also encountered Hou Mingliang's superior, General Manager Peng of the timber company.
General Manager Peng and his sales staff stayed at the Songjianghe Railway Station Hotel for almost a month.
Every day I made inquiries, trying to find the leader in charge of timber management at the Forestry Bureau to discuss purchasing timber.
Unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to him. No matter how many times they inquired at the bureau building, Old Wang, the gatekeeper, simply wouldn't let them in.
Later, they asked someone at the hotel to use their connections to find out who the leader of the timber business was, and they wanted to ambush Zhao Guangning when he got off work.
However, Zhao Guangning, having received instructions from Zhou Mingyuan, completely ignored the matter.
Then General Manager Peng realized that in Northeast China, it really doesn't work without connections.
Left with no other option, General Manager Peng had to call back and ask Hou Mingliang to come to Songjianghe.
Hou Mingliang was, after all, a purchasing agent for the timber company, and he was paid by the company, so he had to obey orders.
Just then, Hou Yashuang was also going to Northeast China, so the father and son went together to Songjiang River, where they met Peng Dingcheng and his companion, who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly.
Upon meeting, General Peng immediately instructed Hou Mingliang to contact Sheng Xiping. Hou Mingliang had no choice but to call Sheng Xiping.
Previously, General Manager Peng had suffered repeated setbacks, but when he met Sheng Xiping, who was just a young man in his early twenties, his attitude changed.
"I am Hou Mingliang's superior, the head of the timber company, and I have the final say in the company."
My surname is Peng, and my given name is Dingcheng, which means "a promise is as good as gold" and "a bright future."
Everyone calls me General Manager Peng.
This guy actually put on airs, acting all high and mighty.
"I'm here today for two reasons. First, to thank Comrade Sheng for helping us facilitate the timber transaction last time."
Secondly, the head of my timber company has come to Songjianghe Forestry Bureau in person to meet with the leaders of your Timber Management Department to discuss the shipment of large quantities of timber in the future.
Last time our company's purchasing agent came, he was able to send back seventeen train cars of timber. This time, I, the head of the company, have come to negotiate in person. Your leaders can't refuse to give us face, can they?
I don't need much, just twenty or thirty train cars this time will suffice.
Sheng Xiping felt uneasy the moment he saw this man surnamed Peng, and he lost patience with him before he could finish speaking.
"President Peng, you're supposed to be the head of a company, how can you be so ignorant of the rules?"
Within the same industry, everyone has their own sourcing channels or business relationships; they cannot undermine each other or poach business partners.
As a company leader, you're competing with your subordinates? Coming all the way here to poach them, and you even have the nerve to do it?
Sheng Xiping's tone was very harsh. If it weren't for the presence of the Hou family father and son, Sheng Xiping wouldn't even bother to acknowledge this kind of person.
"I'm only meeting with President Peng today because of the Hou family. If you have any business matters to discuss, just talk to me."
As for the leaders of our bureau's timber management department, let's not bother seeing them; there's no need.
Sheng Xiping rolled his eyes. He had never seen such a bizarre person before. Did he really think he was some big boss?
In a company with a couple hundred employees, a general manager like him is acting like a big shot.
Pshaw, does he really think Sheng Xiping has never seen an official before?
"Hey, how can you say that, comrade? Negotiations are inherently hierarchical."
When a national leader visits another country, the host country should also receive and hold talks at a corresponding level.
When I arrive, it should be your forestry bureau director who receives me and holds talks with me, but I am a rather easy-going and approachable person and don't pay much attention to these formalities.
Therefore, it's still necessary to meet with the leaders of the timber trading company.
Whether Peng Dingcheng failed to grasp the anger in Sheng Xiping's words or thought himself superior, he continued rambling on and on about nothing.
With Sheng Xiping's temper, how could he tolerate such a person? He immediately cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Hou Yashuang and his son.
"Brother Hou, nephew Mingliang, you two have come from afar. I should be hosting a welcome dinner for you and having a good chat with you."
However, let's leave it at that for today. I'm really not used to the way Mr. Peng acts.
"We can't see eye to eye, so I'm sorry. I'll host a banquet for you two another day." With that, Sheng Xiping turned and left.
As soon as Sheng Xiping left, the self-satisfied General Manager Peng was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.
"What... what does this mean?"
I came here to buy timber, and I'm spending a lot of money on it. It's not like I'm not paying, yet he's giving me attitude.
Who does business like that? I've found that these Northeasterners really aren't cut out for business; they won't even take business that's offered to them. It's truly bizarre.
"Mr. Peng, the way you're saying that makes it sound like someone can't sell their timber."
Do you know how many timber merchants now stay in Northeast China for months at a time, just to build connections and transport timber back from here?
Their timber supply can't keep up with demand; they have a huge backlog of orders. Our timber company only needs that little bit of wood, and they don't even consider it worthwhile.
Hou Mingliang was young and hot-tempered, and at this moment he couldn't hold back and lashed out at Peng Dingcheng.
"Do you know how much effort my father and I put into getting in touch with Uncle Sheng?"
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