Chapter 126 Hong Kong people?
It seems to make some sense.
Ban Li took back the checkbook with a sad face. He was a little anxious when he left Hong Kong, so he didn't think much about it and just casually touched a book in the drawer. How come it was from Switzerland?
Bao Anquan cleared his throat from the side, crossed his legs, raised his chin proudly, and motioned Banli to look at him.
Ban Li was already feeling annoyed, and seeing him showing off for no apparent reason, he asked him in a bad mood:
"Why are you shaking your dog legs? Are you itching?"
"Tsk tsk"
Bao Anquan shook his head at him, his face full of regret, and covered his chest with his hands, pretending to be sad and said:
"You really don't know how to appreciate kindness. I just asked my bodyguard to go to the bank to exchange money, and you didn't thank me, and you even called me a lackey."
Ban Li really didn't expect that this stingy guy would actually be so stingy today. When they were in Hong Kong, this guy was obviously reluctant to treat him to even a cup of pearl milk tea, and he had to pay a fee to ride the tram. He was only generous to Ye Zi.
It turned out that he was narrow-minded, and he would never think Bao Anquan was stingy again.
My eyes were filled with tears. Lao Bao is actually a good person!
"Old Bao, I finally got to know you again today. From now on, I will never call you a stingy person again!"
As he said this, Ban Li was about to rush over and give Bao Anquan a loving hug.
Bao Anquan raised his crossed legs and stood between the two of them to repel a large moth that was flying towards him.
He leaned forward, reached out and took the checkbook from the leather seat, opened the wallet attentively, and got a pen from somewhere.
With a sincere and honest waiter's smile on his face
"Cheng Hui, I asked my bodyguard to go to the bank and exchange 10,000 Chinese yuan. After adding the exchange rate and rounding up the airfare, you can just write me a check for 10,000 Swiss francs. I don't mind going to Switzerland to withdraw the money myself."
After Bao Anquan finished speaking, he showed his eight big white teeth and gave Ban Li a standard professional smile.
Ban Li felt that he was such a fool. How could this stingy guy possibly plunder his wealth? He was going to make a fortune!
I want to exchange 10,000 Chinese yuan for 10,000 Swiss francs. Which country's exchange rate is this?
Robbing money!
He gritted his teeth, snatched his checkbook, bit off the pen cap, and with a flourish, he signed a check for two thousand francs and threw it to Bao Anquan.
"Giving you two thousand is already a bargain, but you're going to give me ten thousand. You're so desperate for money, go rob a bank."
"Ouch! How could you throw a check on the ground? What a waste!"
Bao Anquan picked up the fallen check from the blanket in the car with heartache, blew away the non-existent dust, and handed it carefully to the bodyguard sitting next to him, instructing the bodyguard to keep it safe.
Seeing that the two of them were almost done with the fight, Ye Lin asked them to be quiet, lowered the car window and called Ye Yang to come up together.
"Brother Yang, get in the car, let's go together."
Even as they drove to the farm, Ye Yang's heart was still pounding. He had always lived a life of conformity, always following the rules. Whatever the boss said was the right thing to do, so how could he bargain? Could what Xiao Lin said actually work?
Seeing that they were about to reach the gate, Ye Yang couldn't help but ask Ye Lin again
"Xiao Lin, can the leader talk to us? It's already stipulated that they should be reformed on the farm. Can they still change it?"
Ye Lin found that his cousin was really stubborn. He had been talking for a long time, but why didn't he come to his senses?
Her brain isn't as quick as his third aunt's.
"Brother Yang, rules are dead, but people are alive. My sister-in-law comes from a capitalist family. Wasn't she not affected during the turmoil? Now that everything is peaceful, something has happened. Isn't it all about what people say? We just want to move them to a new place for rehabilitation today. It's not a big deal that breaks the rules. Why can't we talk about it?"
"Also, Brother Yang, do you know what these state-owned factories are most in need of right now?"
How could a state-owned factory be short of supplies?
The workers all have stable jobs. Not to mention the wages, even the farmers can't even dream of getting various coupons. The factory is thriving, so how could it possibly be short of anything?
Ye Yang couldn't figure it out
"What could state-owned factories lack? Aren't they all thriving?"
booming
When the firewood burns at its hottest, it is not far from going out.
Today's state-owned factories are indeed thriving, and there are still more than ten years before they go bankrupt on a large scale in the future. However, many drawbacks have actually appeared long ago. Rome was not built in a day, and the collapse of state-owned factories will not happen in a day either.
If he guessed correctly, based on the profit model of Qingxian Farm, the best case scenario is to break even. If it is worse, it may have been making losses for many years and barely operating thanks to government subsidies.
As we were talking, we arrived at the farm.
Before getting off the car, Ye Lin told Ye Yang the answer
“They need money the most.”
Short of money? How is that possible? How could a worker be short of money?
Ye Yang sat in the car seat for a few seconds, and it was Bao Anquan's bodyguard who reminded him that it was time to get off.
"Oh oh, I'll go down right now. I got distracted."
Uncle Wang, the gatekeeper of the farm, was sitting in the guard room reading last week's newspaper. He was reluctant to buy newspapers, so he took these newspapers out of the director's office when he cleaned.
The director sometimes took the newspaper home, which resulted in him missing a few chapters from the article he was reading.
"What a shame! The last chapter was definitely more exciting. Alas, I haven't seen the last issue of the newspaper in the office. The director took it home again."
Uncle Wang was still not satisfied, so he folded the newspaper carefully along the lines and took it home to show his grandson.
As I get older, my ears don't work very well.
Uncle Wang was so engrossed in folding newspapers that he didn't hear the sound of a car stopping outside.
"Boom, boom,"
Someone knocked on the window of his guard room. Uncle Wang raised his dim eyes and wondered why someone came when it was almost time to get off work.
"Who is it? Hey, who are you?"
The young man in front of him was burly and looked like a gangster. His accent didn't sound like a local. The upper body that was exposed from the window was wearing a trendy brown leather jacket and a silver watch on his wrist. He didn't look like a native of Qing County at all.
Seeing the old man staring at him defensively, Ah Hui curled his lips and tried to make himself look like a good person.
"Uncle, our boss wants to talk to the director about cooperation. Could you please let him know?"
Uncle Wang followed the direction Ah Hui pointed, put on his reading glasses, squinted his eyes and looked at
What is that thing that is longer than a tractor!
Look at the five people standing next to them. Oh, they are all dressed in Western-style clothes, and they all have small leather shoes on their feet.
He is really generous! In their farm, only the director has a pair of leather shoes. He treasures them like a treasure and only wears them for two days during the Chinese New Year.
Thinking of the small leather shoes, Uncle Wang remembered that Ye Xiushan from their farm also wore small leather shoes one day. He heard that his second uncle had become rich in Hong Kong and drove three cars when he came back to recognize his relatives.
Small leather shoes, foreign accent, big car,
The information matches
Uncle Wang was a little unsure and asked hesitantly
"Are you relatives of Shan Xiaozi? From Hong Kong?"
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