He Jiale's question left Lu Feng speechless; it all stemmed from a trip on a slow, green train.
He Jiale could tell that Lu Feng was in a bad mood. He had been dragged into this situation passively and was now being labeled a thief. How could he be happy?
"President Lu, perhaps this is our fate. Things have turned out the way they do, which is not what you wanted, nor was it what I expected. The situation here is very complicated. I have only been here for a little over a year. In addition to focusing on construction and developing the industrial park, I have also encountered some resistance."
He Jiale's voice was sincere.
“You can’t leave now, so you might as well keep dealing with them. Don’t worry about the location of Factory No. 1. We welcome companies like Jiafeng Electronics. All the conditions we discussed before will be fulfilled 100% once this deal is done.”
Lu Feng doesn't expect all payments to be made. Not to mention He Jiale, even some of the conditions Huang Youwei promised haven't been fulfilled. That's the current situation. Companies are deceiving people everywhere, and municipalities in various places are also being deceived.
“Three hard conditions: give me the factory, provide me with a 300 million yuan interest-free loan immediately, and a 100 million yuan foreign exchange quota!” Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
"I agree to all three conditions, including tax exemption."
Regarding the tax exemption, it's something we'll see as we go. Huang Youwei had promised to refund taxes for three years, but recently he's been a bit reluctant. He often has meals with the finance manager of Jiafeng Electronics, saying that the municipal finance department isn't having an easy time either.
Judging from the tone, the tax refund next year won't be the full amount.
"Okay!" Lu Feng agreed, then asked, "Are you sure those two thieves aren't your men? And that ledger isn't in your possession?"
"You doubt me? If this were in my hands, it would have been over by now. Mr. Lu, I hope you understand my position. There are some things I simply cannot do. Get some rest. Bye."
Lu Feng put down the phone after hearing the busy tone, snorted disdainfully, and muttered to himself, "Whatever their status, they'll do anything if they're driven by enough profit."
Lu Feng quickly washed up and lay in bed unable to sleep.
In the next room, Bai Meihua sat on the soft bed, unable to fall asleep, holding a wad of cash in her hand—the most money she had ever received in her life.
Ten hundred-yuan bills were stacked together, thick and solid.
She looked at the money bills one by one, having already looked at them countless times tonight. As she looked, she chuckled, jumped out of bed, and rummaged through her luggage. She found a piece of floral fabric, carefully wrapped it in her wallet, and put it away.
Dongguan under the night sky is so enchanting, and countless people are sleepless. Many in the local business community have not had a good night's sleep since He Jiale came here and started a major transformation.
Many people made a fortune, while many others fell out of favor. The local business community was quiet for a year, with everyone's attention focused on Ke Bing. No one knew when this tug-of-war would end.
The newly established businesses and local businesses also present a sense of incompatibility, especially in the last few days, with thieves, police officers, hoodlums, business owners, all sorts of unrelated people searching for two people.
Many people have the same intuition that the battle is about to be decided.
In a rented bungalow, an uncle and aunt sat on the edge of the bed. The atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy. The aunt sighed and said, "We've been through so much together over the years, and we've only just earned a few dollars. Can't we just go back to our hometown in peace?"
"What will I say when I go back? Where did this money come from? Sooner or later they'll find out about us. I'm staying here." The uncle smoked his cigarette, his eyes filled with indifference.
"Where did you go last night?" the aunt asked.
"Where could I go? I went out for a drink, you're so annoying! You're always asking me all sorts of questions. I've told you so many times, for over twenty years, and you still can't get rid of this habit, can you?" The uncle threw his cigarette butt on the ground and shouted angrily.
"Did you sleep with those women at the dance hall?" The auntie also got agitated, stood up, pointed at the other woman, and yelled, "Don't you want to stay together anymore? If it weren't for the kids, I would have left you long ago. Now that you have money, you're going out and causing trouble!!"
"Who are you calling wild? Let me tell you, I've had enough!" The middle-aged man stood up, slammed the door, and left.
At the entrance of the nightclub, the middle-aged man changed into a smart suit. He had been spending lavishly here for the past two days. Before he even entered, several young girls greeted him with smiles. That saying is so true: every middle-aged man has a wild horse hidden in his heart. The reason he can't get restless is because he doesn't have money. Once the funds are in place, he can gallop away at any time!
The following day, local newspapers continued to follow up on the news of Jiafeng Electronics' move, repeating the same old story, but sending a strong signal.
For several days in a row, Jiafeng Electronics kept making headlines. He Jiale wanted to use this to tell the local business community that it was normal for outside companies to enter the market and compete, and that they should no longer stick to the old "relationship theory". He also wanted to tell Ke Bing and his group that Lu Feng was still firmly following him.
"Mr. Ma, many people are saying that Jiafeng Electronics is going to set up its No. 1 factory in the first phase of the industrial park. It's been making headlines lately, and the news keeps coming in. It's everywhere."
"Is Ke Bing a vegetarian? Why is he so quiet?" A man in his fifties, dressed in loose kung fu attire and practicing tai chi, asked, "Has the news about that subsidy been confirmed?"
"I also inquired through a friend, and it's true that they're giving out 300 million in interest-free loans and 100 million in foreign exchange quotas. The factory area should be given away for free. We can mortgage the factory area to the bank and get another 100 or 200 million."
Tai Chi is very gentle, and one must avoid arrogance and impatience. However, Mr. Ma was already restless and simply stopped practicing.
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