After Lu Feng finished his call with He Jiale, he sat in his seat, somewhat dazed. Feng Zhiyao whispered, "Brother Feng, you've made promises to so many companies. Won't it be hard to explain later?"
"The highest bidder wins, right? I'm open to going to the other two cities if the price is right," Lu Feng said nonchalantly.
“But that could offend people,” Feng Zhiyao warned.
"Do you know how long the average tenure of a city's leaders is?" Lu Feng asked, looking at him.
Feng Zhiyao shook his head and said, "I'm not from the mainland, so I don't know about these things."
“About three years, some are transferred frequently, even less than two years. I have a lot of pressure, but they have even more pressure. You have to achieve results as soon as you arrive in a place. The higher-ups send you here because they think you can get things done. What’s the most important thing now? The economy. Whoever can wave their hand and a bunch of companies will flock to them, that’s the one!” Lu Feng gave a thumbs up.
So you think they wouldn't dare do anything to you?
"If you spend a year or two in the investment promotion office, you'll know what's going on. There are plenty of people even more shady than me. You know, some people build five big brick houses, tie seven or eight dairy cows inside, hire three people to guard the gate, and dare to apply for large-scale farm status, pocketing huge amounts of subsidies."
"This is an era where the bold get rich and the timid starve."
Feng Zhiyao pondered thoughtfully, as if he had figured out the way to make money.
Lu Feng stood up and saw that he was thinking very seriously, so he reminded him, "Let me tell you one more thing, in the end, the bold ones will be stuffed to death, while the timid ones will not necessarily starve to death. You have to learn to control the degree of everything. Too much of anything is bad. Go back and rest."
Feng Zhiyao stood up and walked towards his room. After graduation, he once wanted to start his own business. Given his family background, it would be relatively easy for him to raise 100 million yuan in start-up capital.
Where to start a business has been a constant consideration for him. Right now, the most popular thing is the Four Asian Tigers. He has been traveling around mainland China recently, and perhaps influenced by Lu Feng, he actually feels that mainland China has a bright future.
Today's incident made him feel inadequate again. The mainland is too big, and the situations in different places are different. Some places are easy to deal with, while others are not. There are too many twists and turns involved.
He couldn't possibly lie under someone's car wheel like Lu Feng did.
"Starting a business is harder than eating shit," Feng Zhiyao sighed, then pushed open the door and went back inside.
Three cities, three responsible persons. They are not stupid at all. They must not do anything that offends people, let alone offend the people of an entire city. What if they are transferred to Hefei next year?
The following day, all three cities published headlines in their respective city's most official newspapers, with identical content: congratulating Hefei while also highlighting their own cities' industries as supporting industries for the VCD industry, and how they were working hand in hand towards a bright future.
In short, I can be your subordinate, providing industrial support and jointly building a VCD industry alliance.
These three headlines instantly ignited the entertainment industry. Since the beginning of the year, anyone who pays even a little attention to electronics has heard the letters VCD so many times they're practically callous.
Local and provincial television stations invited experts to explain what changes VCD technology would bring, especially the progress of foreign investment and business negotiations.
At noon, an article titled "Don't let the blood and sweat of scientific researchers pave the way for some people's advancement; please give them some hope" was published.
The content is extremely scathing, criticizing the local municipal government, especially in foreign investment negotiations and research directions, and even diverting the research and development funds of the institute from the previous years.
Public opinion began to get out of control, with everyone believing that local leaders were selling off the latest technology to foreign investors at a low price for their own benefit, and some even claiming that VCD technology was worth tens of billions of US dollars.
After Huang Youwei finished his meal, he returned to his office. Secretary Cui came in with a stack of newspapers and placed them on the table, saying, "The headlines in Dongguan and Shenzhen today are similar to ours. I feel like Lu Feng is behind this."
Huang Youwei picked it up and glanced at it. His expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he wasn't surprised. Huang Youwei would only be surprised if Lu Feng behaved himself.
"The provincial government called and told us to tone it down and not make things too ugly, because some industries have fallen out with neighboring cities. Of course, they also said to try our best to win over those we can."
Is this a reprimand?
This is encouragement!
Huang Youwei then flipped through the newspapers of the other two cities. He no longer wanted to argue. Lu Feng had already escaped his grasp. One of these cities was a newly emerging city with money and favorable policies, which he couldn't compete with. The other was dirt poor, with several counties merged into one city, seemingly fearless with nothing to lose.
But there's no turning back now. He asked around and found that the people were still very concerned about the matter.
"Don't push things along. Tell the TV station there are no hard and fast targets, let them figure it out themselves." Huang Youwei tossed the newspaper aside, feeling uneasy, and wanted to call Lu Feng to talk to him.
He could also sense that Lu Feng was desperately trying to push this matter forward. Huang Youwei had a clear understanding of Lu Feng's role: he was a good helper. In a year or two, he might be transferred, and if it was a lateral transfer, he would still need someone like Lu Feng to act as a vanguard in business.
Of course, he was still hoping to be transferred to Shenzhen. This would mean a promotion, indicating that he was being groomed for a key position, and also that Lu Feng was still firmly in his grasp.
"Go about your business, we're not the main force in this." Huang Youwei waved for Secretary Cui to leave, leaned back in his chair, and secretly pondered the things he had done in the past two years, realizing they still carried weight.
The atmosphere in Mayor Wang's office was tense. He was so angry that his face was almost covered in ice crystals, and there was a pile of newspapers on the table.
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