C33 The Dead Are like Schiff

Hua Cheng Group's board of directors meeting ended up like this. Not only was it greatly out of Fan Wenbin's expectations, it was also completely out of the expectations of all the directors.

Under the surprised and somewhat helpless gazes of everyone, Fan Wenbin had no choice but to announce the end of the very awkward meeting. After that, under the accompaniment of Ma Jun, the head of security, he strolled leisurely to the newly renovated Nannan River Main Street to relieve his boredom.

He clearly remembered that Zeng Guofan, who was the head of the four famous officials of the late Qing Dynasty, had once said that one must not scheme in public, and one must not monopolize profits.

Sometimes, he had to eliminate all the complicated distractions and consider things very peacefully alone. Moreover, once he decided, he would be like a cheetah looking at its prey and would fiercely act without caring about anything.

In this aspect, to tell the truth. . . Not only did Fan Wenbin have a very deep and unique experience, but it also formed his usual style of being very assertive and even a little headstrong.

On that morning more than twenty years ago, with an inexplicable anxiety and impulse, he threw the statistical report on his superior's face and resolutely left the office. He locked himself in the single dormitory that was only about ten square meters. After thinking repeatedly for a few days and nights, he finally made up his mind to resign from the public office that everyone envied and could not do, and go down south to start a business in Shenzhen.

It was a fiery era where everyone was restless and everyone yearned to start a business. People did not discriminate between men and women, neither did they discriminate between east, west, south, and north. Those people who believed themselves to be elites in various industries across the country all had the same dream of becoming rich. From all directions, they poured into Shenzhen from all directions, day and night, to make money.

Among these people, Fan Wenbin was lucky. Of course, this kind of luck also came from his own strength. Three years later, when he carried his dream of being the boss and once again returned to Da An County, he was no longer that ignorant fool who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

The routine meeting of the board of directors this morning was actually held in a very awkward and embarrassing manner. It made him very aggrieved and resentful, and he could not help but come to the Yellow River, wanting to wake up his slightly swollen and dull head.

After walking along the Binhai Road for a while, he saw that there were very few people here, and it was very quiet. The trees were dense, and the green grass was lush. The environment was beautiful, and Fan Wenbin also felt that his heart suddenly became much wider.

Standing on a large rock by the shore, facing the cool breeze, he looked around with great interest, watching the scenery on both sides of the Yellow River. Ma Jun stood dozens of meters away, and was very serious in taking care of the boss's safety.

Ever since he retired from the army, seeing that his father Ma Ling was his old friend, Fan Wenbin let Ma Jun come to Hua Cheng Group and become an ordinary security guard.

Later, when he saw that Ma Jun was very capable and responsible, he was promoted to the deputy director of the security department. Last year, he was promoted to the director, and he was in charge of the security of Hua Cheng Group's headquarters.

Regarding this, Ma Jun was very grateful in his heart, and he was even more diligent and responsible than before. He deeply received Fan Wenbin's appreciation and recognition.

In the few days after his grandfather passed away, as the chairman of the board of directors of Hucheng Group, Fan Wenbin felt a wave of gloomy and turbid air in his heart. Especially this board meeting where they parted on bad terms, it made him even more vexed to the extreme.

Could it be that the idea of building an Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort in the Fan family was wrong? Was it really as Pang Chengchuan had said in the board meeting, "The expenditure is huge, and the prospects are unknown?"

The expenditure was huge. He admitted that he was doing things now. . . How could he not spend money? However, he did not know what his future prospects were. He could not accept it no matter what. Because this was exactly the opposite of what he knew.

Fan Wenbin felt that the future prospects of the Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort were not unclear, but very, very clear, and very promising.

Daan was the northern crossing of the Ancient Silk Road, and the rolling Yellow River passed through the city. In the south, there was the majestic Wulan Mountain, and in the north, there was the tall and thick General's Plain. And the Fan Family's Crossing was located between the mountains and the water, and its geographical location was very unique.

At this moment, looking at the surging Yellow River rushing all the way, and the fearless courage that flowed east with a surging momentum, Fan Wenbin actually could not help but have a strong heroic aura of 'who gives up who'.

He grew up by the Yellow River and studied in Wuhan for four years. Finally, he returned to the Yellow River. After he resigned, he started from scratch. After a few setbacks, he built a reputable Hucheng Group brand. Furthermore, it was the only company in Daan County that was listed.

This hard-earned achievement was not only compared to his peers, but also to all entrepreneurs. In the four counties and two districts of Xijing City, which had a relatively backward economy, he was still the leader of the group.

To Fan Wenbin, who had obtained such a huge and glorious achievement, it was no wonder that the people in his hometown often said that the ancestors of the Fan family had green smoke coming out of their graves, and that a very capable person like him had appeared.

When he heard this sentence, he shook his head with a bitter smile, and it actually gave birth to boundless emotions. The parents and elders in his hometown only saw the successful and glorious Fan Wenbin today, but they did not see the Fan Wenbin who quit his iron rice bowl in a fit of anger, suffered from his colleagues, classmates, and even his parents and brothers who rolled their eyes at him, and worked hard and almost fell to the point of begging.

Every time he thought of the difficult and bumpy road he had walked, he could not help but feel a bitterness in his heart that he had been through the sea before.

Of course, after this bitterness disappeared, it was followed by a kind of lofty feeling that the heavens were going to give him great responsibilities.

In his distant and fuzzy memory, Daan was a very old and desolate small county by the Yellow River. At least 30 years ago, when he was studying in high school in the county high school, this was the impression that he had.

At that time, he had longed for the day when he could walk out of Da An and explore the Flower World outside. Even if he failed, he would have no regrets.

However, thirty years later, the memory of this remnant existence had already been completely replaced by the reality in front of him.

Currently, Da An County had undergone earth-shattering changes. Coincidentally, this thirty years was also the golden period for him to study and start his own business.

Not to mention other aspects, even the size of the city had expanded by at least double. The wide roads and tall buildings were all luxuriously decorated. It truly showed the unique style of a western county that was developing at a high speed, let alone the changes in people.

At this moment, stretching his neck and looking to the east, he could vaguely see the general appearance of the old man, Fan Jia, who was surrounded by the green trees. If it was a sunny day, he could still see smoke curling up from the kitchen, drifting in the air above the Yellow River.

Although many people, especially those young people who had attended college and seen the world, had left their hometown very far for a better life and walked to a richer, more prosperous, and more promising big city, it was very likely that they would never come back. The younger brother, Fan Civilization, was a typical example. However, the overall appearance of the old home was still the same as before.

Thirty years, more than ten thousand days and nights, in the blink of an eye, passed just like that. After the New Year, he would be a full fifty years old.

Recalling the various experiences of these thirty years, it was like a movie with no end in sight, flashing in front of Fan Wenbin in a trance.

When he recalled everything from the past, it was sometimes very clear and distinct, sometimes very distant and vague, but it had always remained in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered the auction at the beginning of the year. When he fought to the last round, only Hanhong Appliances and Hucheng Group were left. He heard his phone beep. He opened it and saw that it was a text message. It was quitting the competition.

When he looked at the number of the message, he was shocked and immediately understood. He secretly sighed in his heart. He had to withdraw from this auction where there was no smoke and fire but the strong smell of blood everywhere, leaving behind a regret that had lasted for thousands of years.

Could it be that Huang Weidong had already secretly boarded his big ship? Otherwise, why would he send such a message to me at such a crucial moment? Thinking up to here, his heart actually involuntarily sank.

After a long time, he shifted his gaze from the sky above the Fan Family's ferry to the Yellow River that was surging with waves and surging east. As he recalled his experience, he also thought of the future prospects of Hucheng Group in the future. A trace of worry could not help but surge in his heart, and he blurted out, "My son was in the river last time, and the deceased were like this!"

At this time, a few unknown water birds flew up from a piece of land that protruded from the middle of the river. They screamed and circled in the air for a moment before diving down again, sticking close to the surface of the water and flying quickly. Occasionally, they would chase and play with each other, and they were very free and unrestrained.

Just as he was filled with mixed feelings, his phone suddenly rang. When he saw that it was Zhang Yuqin's phone number, he could not help but laugh bitterly. His son had made a mistake in learning etiquette again. His form teacher, Teacher Zhang, had called.