In the next two days, the two sides carried out a detailed work handover.
Lu Qingyang quickly grasped the factory's latest production progress, order status, raw material inventory, and financial income and expenditure.
Zhou Fang also explained in detail the key customers that needed to be followed up in the near future, the new orders that were being negotiated, and some details of the factory management.
The next morning, at Suicheng Station.
Zhou Fang was carrying a bulging travel bag filled with new clothes that were specialties of Suicheng that he had bought for his wife and children.
"Qingyang, the factory is now in your hands! If there's anything urgent, feel free to send me a telegram!" Zhou Fang shook Lu Qingyang's hand vigorously.
"Don't worry, Zhou Fang, Lu xiao, be careful." Lu Qingyang smiled and waved.
The whistle blew long, and the green train started slowly, carrying Zhou Fang, who was eager to return home, towards the north.
Lu Qingyang stood on the platform and watched the train disappear at the end of his sight before turning around and leaving the noisy station.
After seeing off Zhou Fang, who was eager to return home, Lu Qingyang didn't slack off at all and immediately threw himself into the operation of Feihong Textile Factory. He was well aware of Zhou Fang's hard work during this period and sorted out all matters in an orderly manner, stabilizing the staff's morale and making production smoother. However, the blueprint in his mind went far beyond this.
In his spare time, Lu Qingyang keenly captures every subtle policy trend and movement in the frontier city of Suicheng.
This land holds infinite potential in the coming tide of the times.
By chance, Lu Qingyang visited Qin Zhenhua.
He revealed a piece of news that has not yet been made public:
"Qingyang, things have been a bit tense lately. My boss is secretly planning a place. You know that vast wasteland in the eastern suburbs? It's been barren for years."
Lu Qingyang's mind moved, and he immediately focused his attention: "Eastern suburbs? Near the bay?"
"Yes, that's right there. The rumor is that they've designated that piece of land as a 'new development zone'. I heard the boss wants to test the waters and introduce some new policies to attract investment, especially... from outside. If this really happens, it'll be a huge piece of cake!"
Develop new areas and pilot policies...
Although Lu Qingyang relies on his understanding of modern times, he is sure of one thing:
Guangzhou City, especially the areas selected by policies, will definitely be a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money in the future!
"Uncle Qin, is this news...reliable?" Lu Qingyang suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a deep voice.
Qin Zhenhua said confidently, "It's almost there. The plans have been discussed internally, and I guess there will be rumors coming out soon. We don't know much right now, but there must be a lot of people watching us! What do you think?"
Lu Qingyang nodded: "Uncle Qin, that wasteland doesn't look worth much now, but if it really becomes a new area, it will be a golden treasure land. Buying it now will be the lowest cost."
"That being said, such a large piece of wasteland, even if it is designated as a new district, there must be a project before the land can be approved. What do you want to do?" Qin Zhenhua asked curiously.
"Medicine!" Lu Qingyang uttered the two words in a decisive tone.
This idea was not a sudden one, but was something I had considered long ago.
On the one hand, Shen Mo was admitted to Beijing Medical University, Lao Bao's research on traditional Chinese medicine, and the existence of his own space...
On the other hand, he is well aware of the huge potential and public demand of the pharmaceutical industry in the next few years.
Especially in the early days of reform and opening up, there was a huge gap in the supply of basic medical drugs.
"Pharmaceutical factory?" Qin Zhenhua was a little surprised. "This... this requires a lot of investment, and the technical threshold is also high. Are you sure?"
"Things depend on action. Technology can be introduced and talents can be cultivated. The key is that we seize the initiative.
Taking advantage of the window period before the new district policy is implemented, applying for land use under the pretext of building a modern pharmaceutical production base, filling the gap in the local pharmaceutical industry, and serving the public's health will have a much greater chance of success. Moreover, this is in line with the policy pilot's direction of 'attracting emerging industries.'
In the next day, Lu Qingyang dealt with the routine affairs of the textile factory while running around.
Taking advantage of the good reputation initially established by Feihong Textile Factory, we actively made tentative contacts with the relevant departments responsible for the early planning and land management of the new district.
And carefully prepared a detailed "project plan".
The most important thing is that he has several homemade Chinese medicine formulas in his hands, which is also a big bargaining chip.
The air in early summer in Guangzhou was hot and humid, but when Lu Qingyang walked out of the gate of the Management Committee, he felt his heart suddenly open.
Got the pass to the wasteland in the eastern suburbs!
He immediately found Qin Zhenhua to share the good news.
Qin Zhenhua took the detailed plan and read it in amazement.
"Qingyang, this thing... is so well written!" Qin Zhenhua closed the plan, his eyes full of admiration.
After receiving Qin Zhenhua's affirmation, Lu Qingyang felt more at ease, but there was also a hint of solemnity in his smile:
"Uncle Qin, you're too kind. It's easy to talk about military affairs on paper, but there are many difficulties in actually doing it."
Qin Zhenhua nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed. "Yes, this is not a small amount. According to preliminary estimates, how much start-up capital is needed?"
Lu Qingyang reported a number that made Qin Zhenhua gasp.
Qin Zhenhua pondered: "Hiss... so many."
"We'll figure out a way to get these things back. The textile factory should be able to recover some of its funds. Uncle Qin, don't worry."
Just as he frowned, wondering where he could squeeze out the money, or whether he should risk using the gold bars in the space again, a familiar figure came into his sight.
A man in a neat navy blue suit, with a slicked-back hair and a shiny gold watch on his wrist, was smoking a cigar.
That profile, that gesture that carries a bit of a gangster vibe while trying to maintain his composure...
"Kong Laoliu?" Lu Qingyang paused and almost blurted out.
The man turned around when he heard the voice and saw Lu Qingyang. He was obviously stunned, and then surprise burst out in his shrewd eyes:
"Lu Qingyang? Oh, it's really you! Why are you here?"
He strode over and extended his hand enthusiastically.
Lu Qingyang shook his hand, then looked at his attire and asked inquiringly, "I should be asking you this question. Didn't you say you were going to Hong Kong to make a fortune and never come back? How come... you're returning home in glory?"
He remembered clearly that when he was selling his ointment on the black market, Kong Laoliu always kept saying that he wanted to go to Hong Kong to make a living, saying that the mainland was too small and he couldn't make full use of his strength.
Kong Laoliu laughed and patted Lu Qingyang on the shoulder: "Well! Times have changed! I've been hanging around in Hong Kong for a while. I was lucky enough to get on a big boss's ship. Now I'm not the Kong Laoliu who used to roam around in the black market!"
He puffed out his chest and flashed the gold watch on his wrist. "See? I'm a serious Hong Kong businessman. I came back this time just to see if there are any good projects here for investment! The mainland is opening up now, there are plenty of opportunities!"
Hong Kong businessmen? Investment?
He was just worried about funds, and this Kong Laoliu suddenly turned into a "Hong Kong businessman" and came to him?
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