Lu Feng didn't say anything. Even now, Huang Youwei still believes that he was right back then. At the dinner table, Huang Youwei talked about what happened back then. If he had sold it directly to Goldman Sachs or other overseas capital, and immediately used the money to make motorcycles, the industry in this field would have been established long ago.
It's not just the home appliance market that's booming; the motorcycle and van markets are also experiencing explosive growth. A large amount of foreign capital is entering the domestic market, exchanging technology for market share, and a lot of money is being made by foreign investors. The government is strongly supporting related industries.
Several deputy mayors present echoed, praising Huang Youwei for his strategic vision. Lu Feng just smiled and remained silent. They chatted until after 8 p.m. The private room was filled with smoke. Lu Feng said, "It's not easy to do, but it has to be done. I still want to try. After all, no matter what, if it's done, it will be a good thing for all parties."
“In my opinion, let’s just forget about it. If we succeed, we won’t get any credit; if we fail, it’ll cause a lot of trouble.” The vice mayor in charge of municipal affairs chimed in, “This matter has only just been brought up, and it’s already caused quite a bit of gossip. Didn’t you hear? People are saying it’s about the transfer of benefits. It’s not easy for Secretary Huang to handle this either.”
Huang Youwei was indeed in a dilemma. As long as he got involved in this matter, he would definitely be criticized. The problem was that if this matter was accomplished, it would have a significant impact.
At this critical juncture, he was accused of supporting Jiafeng Group and causing state-owned assets to flow into private enterprises, which is affecting his career!
A brief silence fell over the private room. Everyone looked at Huang Youwei. After a long silence, Huang Youwei took a drag of his cigarette and said, "As long as it is correct, objective, and beneficial to the city, then it should be promoted."
The vice mayor next to him whispered, "If the Post and Telecommunications Group is unwilling to do this, Secretary Zhida will also find an excuse, which will put us in a very passive position when the province holds meetings in the future."
"Ignore those things, put aside all the mess, and do the right thing." Huang Youwei blinked for a while and then said, "Do things that are good for the people. Tomorrow, I'll call them over for a meeting."
Lu Feng had no idea what kind of environment he was in. From the vice mayor's quiet conversation just now, he could tell that he wasn't as carefree as he was in Suzhou. In officialdom, it's normal for superiors to talk back to inferiors.
Looking at the gray hairs sprouting at his temples, Lu Feng felt that he had lost some of his competence and gained some slickness compared to before. What made him feel gratified was that this man was at least still a capable person.
"Thank you, Secretary Huang!" Lu Feng said gratefully.
"Stop talking nonsense. You can't save your company." Huang Youwei said, standing up, putting on the coat draped over the chair, and walking outside.
At 10 p.m., Lu Feng returned to the hotel and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He had only thought about using his own energy to drive the era forward, without considering that landlines were now a crucial part of the country's strategic layout. Without investment in national infrastructure, no matter who came, they would not succeed.
In the past two years, Lu Feng has felt increasingly insignificant. At one point, he also believed that the money he earned had nothing to do with anyone else.
But now it seems that without the country's massive investment, let alone a small businessman, even a god would find it difficult to make money. And where does the country's money come from? It comes from the taxes paid by hundreds of millions of working people, and from the roads and bridges paved little by little by hundreds of millions of ordinary people.
"It's true what they say: 'I entered the city yesterday, and returned with tears streaming down my face.'" Lu Feng sighed and turned over to sleep.
The next day, news of Lu Feng had spread throughout the municipal government. These people were very well-informed, and some even made phone calls to Suzhou overnight to investigate Lu Feng's background and find out what his relationship with Huang Youwei was like.
This mobile phone cooperation has been the subject of much speculation. Many people are saying that Huang Youwei is trying to make a quick buck, while others say that when the Post and Telecommunications Group was developing telephone lines and phone booths, the municipal government didn't profit much, and now they're causing trouble for them.
Various rumors are circulating, and Huang Youwei has become the center of public opinion. Behind this situation is the result of his two years of introducing a large number of private and foreign companies and suppressing state-owned enterprises.
Lu Feng was not very familiar with these intricacies. He received a phone call at 10:00 a.m., asking him to go to a municipal meeting. He arrived at an office in the municipal government about 10 minutes later. Before anyone else arrived, people came in one after another to greet him, such as this director and that bureau chief.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Lu Feng was some high-ranking official.
A few minutes later, a voice of dissatisfaction came from outside: "I made it very clear yesterday that this is not in line with our company's direction and positioning. We can't just build a signal tower for this person with connections and install power lines for that person with connections, can we?"
“President Zhou, this is a development issue considered from the perspective of the entire province. It’s not about favoritism. Please be kind with your words.” The office director advised from the side, “Today is also an opportunity for you to meet President Lu. Jiafeng Group is the largest private enterprise in China and is very powerful.”
"I've never heard of it!" Mr. Zhou said, his face darkening, and then fell silent.
A few minutes later, the conference room door was pushed open, and a man in his fifties or sixties, with a slightly overweight build, puffy eyes, rough skin, and wearing a gray jacket, walked in and sat directly opposite Lu Feng.
Following behind was a man in his forties, wearing glasses and with a rather flat face. He politely greeted Lu Feng, "Mr. Lu, right?"
"Hello, hello, who are you?" Lu Feng hurriedly stood up and asked.
"I am the chairman of China Unicom's Jiangsu branch. My surname is Shen. Here is my business card," Mr. Shen said, handing over his business card.
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