C111 It's Not a Solution

When Fan Wenbin heard that his son had dragged his classmate, Xu Deen, into Vanguard Company and entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, he did not pay attention to it like Duan Xiangmei did. He only smiled coldly and adopted an aloof attitude that did not care about anything.

Fan Xuehua had already graduated from university, and he had set up a company. He became the boss and an independent family. In his heart, he felt that it was his son's business to manage Vanguard Company. He could not be like when he was a primary school student, worrying from the beginning to the end.

Besides, the matter of Hucheng Group had been following one after another during this period of time. Each and every one of them was a very troublesome matter. All the employees had been busy working day and night, and they had not been able to take care of everything.

Although Huang Weidong had issued a Jianghu Order, and it had a great influence on society, few people responded to it after a few days. Yue Yanlong said that the ten-day deadline was about to arrive, but he still owed a lot of money for the construction work.

According to the agreement signed between Hua Cheng Group and the Da An County government, the government would first pay a third of the total cost for the shacks, and the company would pay another two-thirds. After the completion of the project, the government would pay for the remaining construction funds year after year, and the expected annual income would be more than 12%.

This form of payment was called the "BT" mode, and it was first created by the chairman of the board of directors of the Pacific Construction Corporation. In 1992, after Deng Gong gave a South Patrol Speech, Yan Jie went into the sea as a middle school teacher to register his own construction company and enter the field of construction engineering.

Twenty years later, Pacific Construction Group was the only private company in the country that had a total of one level and several professional qualifications. It was ranked among the top 500 private companies in China and was ranked 8th in the top 500. It was also ranked in the top 50 of China's top 1000 companies.

The BT model created by Yan Jie was good, but it was far from enough to quench the thirst. Fan Wenbin sighed lightly and thought to himself, Up until now, only 20 million from Xijing City's Ancient Hua Yun Company had entered his account. It was only a little more than a fifth of the engineering debt.

Even this hard-won 2 million was also because he did not hesitate to lower his status as the director of a listed company and personally made a trip to the headquarters of the Ancient Hua Yun Company in Meng County. After talking with the head of the sect, He Weinan, for a long time and agreeing on a way to invest, he finally got it.

Just as he sat alone in the spacious office of the Hua Cheng Group, frowning and racking his brain to think of a way to raise a large sum of money as soon as possible, the general manager, Ning Peng, walked in with a smile on his face.

During this period of time, other than managing the daily business of the company, Ning Peng had put most of his attention on the shantytown renovation project. Because he was also the deputy commander of the company's shantytown transformation project leading team, and he was in charge of executing every major decision made by the chief commander, Fan Wenbin.

Seeing Fan Wenbin's distressed look, Ning Peng could not help but smile and ask, "Director Fan, Is it because the ten day deadline set by Yue Yanlong of the engineering team is about to arrive? Are you worried about the money? "

"Can you not worry about it? It's not a lie that a single cent can trouble a hero. " Fan Wenbin could not help but reveal a bitter smile, and said with a heavy tone, "I didn't expect that this shantytown might become my Waterfall. "

When he said this, a very clear picture suddenly appeared in his mind. On the picture, a short but heroic figure riding a horse and swinging his sword on the battlefield was the European overlord, Napoleon, who was on par with Caesar the Great and Alexander the Great.

1815, 18th, in that decisive battle that changed the 19th century, the French army suffered a crushing defeat at Waterlu after being attacked by the British and the Primus Alliance Army. After that, Napoleon was exiled to the Atlantic Ocean's St. Helene Island, and on May 5th, 1821, he died of illness on the island.

Seeing this scene, Ning Peng smiled as if he understood, and then comforted: "There are still a few days left, just like Wu Zixu. It's useless even if your hair turns white overnight. "

Then, he said excitedly, "Just now, I received a call from Gao Yiyong, saying that he is waiting for us in the farm entertainment near the Yellow River. He wants us to go there quickly, drink, and chat. We can relax and relax in the busy times. "

When he was in high school, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, it had been three whole years. Fan Wenbin, Gao Yeyong, and Ning Peng were in the same class. The three of them had a very good relationship, and they often hung out together. According to the current situation, he was a genuine "brother. "

After graduating from high school, Fan Wenbin was admitted to Wu Han University, and Gao Yong was admitted to a very ordinary secondary school specialization. Ning Peng, on the other hand, was nameless on the list, so he could only go home to pick up his father's class. He drove the East Wind Truck and pulled coal from the capital city of Meng County, Lan Zhou. This was something that happened at the end of the 1980s.

Seeing Fan Wenbin's hesitant expression, Ning Peng said, "Maybe Gao Yiyong will have a way to raise money. He was now the highest leader in Mei Tanxiang, and he had power over a region. It would probably be very easy to find some money. "

This sentence immediately reminded Fan Wenbin. Hence, he sighed deeply and said, "I hope so. " Then, he followed Ning Peng to the farmer's house by the Yellow River. He drank and chatted with his former classmate, Gao Yong. He also wanted to take the opportunity to vent the stifled anger in his heart.

At this time, due to the water storage in the Liu Family Gorge upstream, the water level in the area of Da An was. . . Compared to summer, the water level was much lower. The water level was very calm and slow without waves. It lost the surging momentum of the evil waves.

It just so happened that today was not a cold cloudy day. It was also Saturday, and there were many people who were playing by the Yellow River. The sky was covered with layers of clouds that looked like grey and white feathers. The ball above the West Bay General Gu Ping was also a faint yellow color, which was very pretty.

"Old Fan, you are worrying so much for a few money. Do you think you are worth it?" Gao Yiyong drank a cup of beer and stared at Fan Wenbin. With a sarcastic tone, he said in a rough voice, "Asking you to raise so much money in ten days, isn't it an international joke?"

In the early 1990s, after graduating from the middle school specialization, he was assigned to a remote village government in Daan. On his first day of work, he followed behind the village chief's butt, doing the most difficult family planning work in the world.

This job lasted for ten years. Until the village chief retired and went home to pick up his grandson. Gao Yong, who was already the deputy village head, was still leading a group of young people to catch family planning work day and night.

Finally, the hard work was not in vain, and the effort was not in vain. After catching family planning and obtaining a certain result, he won an advanced medal for the village government. At the same time, Gao Yeyong was promoted to the village chief. It was not until the end of the year that he was transferred to Mei Tanxiang as a secretary.

"Old classmate, do you have any way to help me raise a few million?" Fan Wenbin looked at Gao Yiyong, who was still carefree and carefree, and thought for a while. Then, he asked in a probing tone, "If you can't pay the construction fees, then it will be troublesome. "

When he thought of the group of migrant workers who did not care about money and did not care about their lives, holding up slogans and shouting slogans, and tightly blocking the entrance of the county government, they vowed to ask for their salary. Fan Wenbin felt his scalp tingle, and the depression in his heart became even stronger.

He had seen such a scene a few times in the past. Because a foreign contractor ran away with his money, a group of ragged migrant workers, men and women, faced the cold winter sun and surrounded the county government's entrance. They said that they wanted the county head to come out and get back the hard-earned money for them.

To this group of migrant workers, such a disturbance was nothing. There was only one goal. That was to get back the hard-earned money. . . However, for the county government, the political impact was huge, and it could even affect the political future of the current officials.

Therefore, Fan Wenbin had to be wary of Yue Yanlong. This distant cousin of Duan Xiangmei had not received the construction funds as scheduled, and in a fit of anger, he led the group of farmers and migrant workers to surround and cause trouble at the entrance of the Da An County government.

If that day really happened, not to mention Fan Wenbin, who was under orders, even the deputy county head, Chen Yanqing, would not be able to absolve himself of the blame. It would not be good to organize it with the higher-ups, it would not be good to inform the few hundred workers of the Wind Lightning Factory who were waiting to be fed, and it would not be good to account to the five hundred thousand to six hundred thousand people of the Da An County.

Ning Peng took over Fan Wenbin's words and said with a smile, "What Old Fan said makes sense. Yue Yanlong has already given us ten days, and we can't pay the construction fees anymore. We really can't explain it. "

Now, when he thought about how he had to beg Yue Yanlong to give him a period of time, Ning Peng was filled with anger. If the time went back to the 90s of the last century, the location would be changed to a small coal mine in Meng County. Perhaps, he would immediately puncture a bloody hole in Yue Yanlong's head.

However, not to mention fighting now, even if he were to beg for ten days, he would already be endlessly grateful. He knew very well that Yue Yanlong had only thought of such a helpless method under extremely helpless circumstances.