Chapter 179 If you want to take care of it yourself, just say so
Jin Peng did not sleep well that night. He recited all the problems Li Ye had asked him and the ways to deal with them countless times, for fear that he would encounter an emergency during the meeting the next day and would not be able to react.
But the next day, as soon as he arrived at the meeting place in Xiushui Street, he encountered a problem that Li Ye had never explained.
A group of individual merchants blocked the door of the venue.
Among these people, many are known to Jin Peng.
Pengcheng Seventh Factory was opened on Xiushui Street, and now and then it holds discount promotions, attracting the surrounding small vendors selling needles and thread, shoe repairmen and roasted sweet potatoes to join in the fun.
Seeing Jin Peng coming over, Old Man Wang, who was selling roasted sweet potatoes, greeted him warmly and even wrapped a sweet potato for Jin Peng with newspaper.
"Manager Jin, are you here to ask for an explanation? Or do you want to go into the meeting?"
Jin Peng took the sweet potato and took a bite. He snorted because of the heat and asked with a smile, "Then what do you think I'm here for?"
"Hey, you see, there's something wrong with what I asked," Old Man Wang said with a smile, "Manager Jin, you are from a regular company, you must have been invited to the meeting, you are not the same as us who have no parents."
"What do you mean by having no parents?" Jin Peng was also amused and said, "I remember that you are registered in Beijing, and the street is your mother's home. To be honest, I am the outsider with no roots and no foundation!"
"Manager Jin is joking, just joking."
Old man Wang waved his hands and said, "It is true that I have a Beijing hukou, but who on the street takes me seriously? You have to have a seat when you go in, right?
"That's different. If I have a son in the future, I won't be able to send him to the capital to go to school. But your grandson, Old Man Wang, will have a place when he's born, right?"
"That's all the benefit I can get," Old Man Wang felt relieved, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his old face.
Jin Peng finished the roasted sweet potato in a few bites and asked in a low voice: "Old Wang, what are you guys doing here?
We are acquaintances, I advise you not to be stupid, I heard that someone from the district is coming today! Don't make trouble for the street at this critical moment, you can't beat the opponent, you know?"
"How dare we put up a fuss?" Old Man Wang was shocked and said, "We just heard that Xiushui Street is going to be renovated, so where are we going to set up our stalls in the future?
Although I don’t earn much every day, but if the family has less income, life will be a little harder, right? "
Old Man Wang pointed to the west and whispered, "Actually, we just came here to get some information. At worst, I can set up a stall somewhere else in the future. But those people over there are really anxious!"
Jin Peng looked to the west and found that most of the vendors were selling general merchandise on Xiushui Street.
They are not like Old Man Wang who only earns a few dollars a day. Taking advantage of the favorable conditions of the times, each of them has quietly made a small fortune, and some of them are worth over ten thousand yuan.
These people all knew Jin Peng, the "outsider" who had stepped into bad luck, but after meeting Jin Peng's eyes, they all looked unfriendly.
They all originally bought goods from Boss Hou, and they lived a comfortable life in Xiushui Street by sticking together. But when Jin Peng, a foreigner, came, he didn't follow the rules and took away a lot of business by offering discounts.
Boss Hou from the south was rich and powerful, and he boasted all day long, but he suddenly became a coward and turned to differentiated management.
Pengcheng Factory No. 7 mainly sells clothing, shoes and hats, while Boss Hou’s group sells electronic goods. At least on the surface, they don’t interfere with each other.
But as a result, those vendors who used to make money from clothing saw their monthly profits reduced significantly, and they also became dissatisfied with the Pengcheng Factory No. 7.
But so what?
But Duo Ye, who had "spoken up for justice" for everyone, was in trouble, and now he doesn't even know where he is eating free food from the emperor.
Heng San, who was well-known in the underworld, suffered an even worse fate. More than twenty of them were beaten to a pulp by people from Pengcheng Factory No. 7. They all ended up lying in the hospital, and they all received a pair of silver bracelets.
Isn’t this clear enough?
Pengcheng No. 7 Factory is not an old-fashioned company from outside, but a dragon from other places.
"People say that you guys are colluding with each other to take over the business in Xiushui Street! You're cutting off other people's livelihoods."
Old Man Wang whispered, "I heard from Big Liu from the back street that the big boss from the south also wanted to attend today's negotiation meeting, but was rejected. So this group of people who rely on the big boss for a living are here to petition!"
"Petition? They deserve it!"
"Have they paid taxes? It's ok for small vendors to not make much money, but Boss Hou makes a lot of money and keeps it all in his own pocket. Why should he be treated the same as us?"
Jin Peng smiled disdainfully, wiped the sweet potato flour off his mouth, and walked towards the meeting place of the street office with his head held high.
Even though there were a lot of people squatting outside the venue today, there were two uncles in hats guarding the door, so no one had the courage to come over and yell.
Jin Peng came up and took out the invitation to the meeting before he was let in.
In just a moment, Jin Peng felt a sense of superiority in his heart.
The Pengcheng No. 7 Factory and people like Boss Hou are essentially engaged in a business of reselling, or in a more serious case, speculation.
But now, Manager Jin Peng can come in for meetings openly, while the tycoon Boss Hou can only squat outside and stare enviously.
That's the difference.
At the beginning, Jin Peng did not understand Li Ye's request to pay taxes according to the law. Why should he share the hard-earned money with others?
Even when they arrived in Beijing and the tax system came to collect taxes, they were surprised by the "correct attitude" of Pengcheng Factory No. 7.
But now it seems that those taxes were not paid in vain.
Li Ye once said to Jin Peng - big taxpayers can live openly in the sun, while wealthy people who evade taxes can only hide in the cold darkness.
. . . . . .
However, Jin Peng's sense of superiority only lasted for a few minutes.
After entering the venue, he was arranged to sit in a corner, and all the important figures were sitting in front of him.
In this environment, Pengcheng Factory No. 7 is really an inconspicuous little shrimp.
"In order to regulate the chaotic order of Xiushui Street and create a better business environment, we plan to raise funds to renovate this section of the street.
We are all experts in retail business and should be able to see the bright future of Xiushui Street, so don’t be so reserved! ”
After the meeting started, the person in charge of hosting the meeting said some set words, and then hoped that everyone would donate generously to help the commercial transformation of Xiushui Street.
But all the participants in the meeting frowned and kept silent.
Because everyone learned from the "plan" they received that this renovation of Xiushui Street is much bolder than expected.
Originally, everyone thought that it would just require renovating the streets, setting up a few rows of open-air stalls, and attracting a hundred or two hundred small vendors to move in.
Everyone invests a little money and arranges flexible employment for some of the needy families and those with connections in their own units. The stall fees and the like are better than nothing and have little impact on themselves.
But now it seems that this renovation plan is really big. Not only will there be open-air stalls, but it will also involve building several-story comprehensive commercial shops. The amount of money that needs to be raised is not a small amount.
What they don’t know is that according to the original history, the Xiushui Street in 1985 was a “simplified version” consisting of two or three hundred open-air stalls, and the attitude of the managers was almost “free-range”.
But Li Ye just chatted with Wen Guohua for a while, but he raised the scale by several levels and even carried out a bold pilot for fundraising that he had only attempted many years later.
This step is indeed too big.
Jin Peng looked through the shoulders of the participants at the podium in front and found Wen Guohua from the reform team.
Wen Guohua is just an "executive", but looking at the position where he sits, Jin Peng, who has been in Beijing for quite some time, can naturally appreciate the subtleties.
However, when Jin Peng saw the representative of the Taxation Department, the other party smiled slightly and exchanged glances with him.
He shuddered suddenly.
Even though Jin Peng is always at a disadvantage in front of Li Ye, that is mainly because of his lack of vision. In fact, Jin Peng is a very smart person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to manage such a large business and thrive in the capital.
Now, just one look from the other party made him understand a lot of things.
Why did they invite Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, an outsider? Why did they send someone to bring the bank to deliver the loan?
This means that Jin Peng is to be used as a gun. Oh no, he should take the lead!
You don't know how low your position is until you go to Beijing. Any commercial unit can pull out several bureau-level cadres.
Even though the street offices in Beijing are one level higher than those in other cities, you cannot order them around in Beijing. If things go wrong, it would be embarrassing.
In particular, the commercial transformation of Xiushui Street is a move that is beneficial to individual businesses.
There were many people from big shopping malls attending the negotiation meeting. They certainly had money, but they themselves rejected this business model that tended towards individual operation.
According to them, all self-employed businesses should be banned, and all customers should buy things in their own shopping malls and buildings.
Then wouldn't it be obvious for a unit like Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, which has a strong individual business style?
Or, people have already seen through you and realized that you are just an individual business owner?
[Xiao Ye didn't tell me this, I just wanted to put some pressure on everyone! ]
Jin Peng was a little nervous for a moment. He had just reached an agreement with Xicheng Department Store on the "settled business" issue a few days ago, and had also established connections with several other commercial organizations. The situation was very harmonious.
Isn’t it a bit too cocky to jump out now and set an example for everyone?
Sure enough, the person above saw that no one spoke and directly appointed Jin Peng's general.
"Everyone, please relax! This is just a negotiation meeting, not a kidnapping. It's good to give advice without paying!
"You young man at the back, I see you've been holding back for a while, please say a few words to us!"
Where did you see me holding back my words?
Jin Peng put on a smiling expression and said modestly: "Our Pengcheng Seventh Factory is small and we are not very familiar with the situation in Beijing. I really don't have any suggestions."
"Don't be nervous, just speak your mind. You guys are doing very well in Beijing recently! Foreign monks can chant sutras, so let's talk about it and we can learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses."
In this situation, Jin Peng had no choice but to follow Li Ye's script.
"Then let me express my opinion!" Jin Peng smiled modestly, "We will pay a deposit first, and after the street has made overall arrangements according to the situation, we can get a share. If the money is not enough, we can take out a loan."
This attitude is quite low.
Colleagues around him all thought that Jin Peng was sensible and knew to line up last to drink the soup.
"Hahaha, young people are really straightforward! This is a down-to-earth attitude. No wonder I keep hearing about you guys recently!"
The person in charge was also very happy. After all, Jin Peng didn't beat around the bush and directly took out the money. Real money is more effective than any suggestion.
He suddenly remembered something and asked Jin Peng with a smile: "How much is your deposit? There must be an amount!"
Everyone around looked over. Feeling pressured, Jin Peng had no choice but to raise a finger and put on a silly smile, pretending to be a simple young man.
"Ten thousand? You're being a little stingy! Young people should be bolder!"
The people above were a little disappointed, but they still had smiles on their faces. After all, Jin Peng's performance was still okay.
But the next moment, Jin Peng said awkwardly: "No, we can offer a deposit of one million."
“.”
grass~
After a brief silence, someone cursed in a low voice.
As soon as the number of one million came out, Jin Peng's "low profile" just now now seemed like pure pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, biting people without making any noise.
Xiushui Street is not that big. You invested one million cash in it right away, and it’s not enough to get a loan later?
If you want to take care of everything, just tell us and we'll make room for you, right?
But if you are a shill, hehe.
Even the boss on the stage asked again in confusion: "Um, what's your last name? Xiao Jin, right? The one million you mentioned is the loan? Or is it the deposit?"
One million in 1982 might be just a piece of paper to a public bank, but it was a huge number to a business.
"It's a deposit. We are very optimistic about the Xiushui Street project. It is very close to the embassy area and has many overseas friends. We think that Xiushui Street may become a window to the outside world in the future. At least we can understand what kind of products foreigners like."
Jin Peng began to explain confidently. After all, judging from the expressions of many people at the scene, they all thought he was a "shill" who was joking and talking nonsense.
"Although our Pengcheng Seventh Factory is small in scale, we have great ambitions. We are currently only operating in China, but we hope that one day we can sell our products abroad and let the yellow-haired people see that our flower-growing products are really good."
“Hahahahaha~”
"Young people have such big hearts!"
"Well, this young comrade is quite courageous, but he just has a big appetite."
"People nowadays are so excited when they see the benefits of exporting and earning foreign exchange, but they don't know the difficulties behind it!"
Jin Peng was a little stunned, a little angry, and had the urge to retort.
When Li Ye said this to him before, Jin Peng could occasionally see Li Ye's strange look. Although he somewhat resonated with it, he did not completely agree with it.
After all, he always felt that it was too ignorant for him, a small figure who had just walked out of Qingshui County, to talk about those things.
But now, Jin Peng felt a strong sense of unwillingness and ambition.
Look at the people sitting around me right now, all of them have pens in their jacket pockets, why are they so timid? When they hear about making money from foreigners, they lose their prestige first?
Others can make money from us, so why can't we make money from foreigners?
At this moment, Jin Peng suddenly agreed with Li Ye's "ambition".
Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country. How can an illiterate boxer know how to “enhance the prestige of our country”?
We have money and connections now, so why can't we compete with foreigners?
“Pah pah pah~”
The boss at the top suddenly clapped his hands lightly. The sound was not loud, but it suppressed the whispers of everyone else.
"What's wrong with young people having their own ideas? Is it really that funny?"
Everyone fell silent. It was okay to make fun of Jin Peng, but making fun of the person above was no joke.
"Xiao Jin, when will your one million arrive?"
"It can be done today. We have checked with the bank and found that we have one million in funds in the account. In addition, they are willing to lend us money at an interest rate of 6.9, which is a large amount."
Jin Peng was no longer the street boss in Qingshui County. He quickly adjusted his mood and answered seriously.
"6.9% interest? Secretary Wen, please contact Comrade Xiao Jin and see if he can provide some help."
Wen Guohua nodded, stood up, and took Jin Peng directly out of the venue.
After leaving the venue, Jin Peng felt the tightness in his chest ease a little. He reached out for a cigarette, but Wen Guohua handed him one first.
Jin Peng hurriedly took it and lit it for Wen Guohua.
Wen Guohua took a puff and asked Jin Peng: "What you just said, were you just talking about it casually? Or do you have a detailed plan?"
Jin Peng smiled and said, "I don't know either, but we have an economic advisor. If Secretary Wen wants to know more, he can talk to him."
Wen Guohua looked at Jin Peng and couldn't help but smile: "Okay! I'll go talk to you about the loan interest first, and then go talk to Consultant Li."
"There is no problem with the loan interest. We have confirmed it." Jin Peng said with certainty.
"The highest loan interest rate is only 7.2, are you sure you want the 6.9 one?"
“.”
Jin Peng touched his scalp with a smile as usual.
"As long as he dares to lend, I dare to use it."
"Did your economic advisor also say this?"
"hey-hey."
Jin Peng smiled and said nothing. "Wen Guohua, your aura naturally makes you look superior to others. What can I say to you?"
If you have any questions, just ask your future brother-in-law.
My status is not good and the update is late. Please forgive me if there are typos. I am correcting it.
(End of this chapter)
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