Wealth

"This is my youngest son." Fan Heng introduced with some embarrassment.

"Oh—" The two suddenly appeared, no wonder they were so similar to Fan Heng, they were originally a pair of father and son.

However, the two of them couldn't help being a bit contemptuous of Fan Heng. They thought that on such a formal occasion, the son actually made trouble here, and Fan Heng, the mayor, was a bit too careless.

"The reorganization of Panshi Heavy Industry and Panshi Glass Factory was completed under his leadership." Seeing that the two seemed a little dissatisfied with Fan Wuyi, Fan Heng said by the way.

"Ah?!" Fan Heng said so, and the two of them were shocked. When they wanted to come to Fan Heng, they would not talk casually about this kind of thing, so they all turned their eyes to where they were, wanting to take a look at Fan Heng. What is the difference between his son.

Fan Heng said again, "If the cement plant and the steel plant want to turn over, they must be reorganized, but if there is no capital in the city, if you want to find capital, you can negotiate with Mr. Fan. It’s okay to review the plan above."

President Fan? The two followed the direction of Fan Heng's fingers, and they saw Fan Wuyi who was looking down and thinking.

At this time, Fan Wubing finally finished designing his plan, raised his head and said, "Well, you can talk to my hands about specific matters. I only care about the general direction as long as there is no problem. I will leave the call to you. After discussing it, just submit a draft."

Fan Wuyao said again, "Let me ask now, if your two factories get enough funds, will they be able to produce the products I want in a short period of time?" After speaking, Fan Wuyao pulled out two The list was handed to the two factory directors respectively.

Hearing Fan Wubing speaking here, the two people felt a little weird, but when they saw the list handed out by Fan Wubing. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, my dear, what a purchase list is this!

"This, we have to go back and discuss with the engineers before we can answer. $" The two said in unison.

Well, Fan Wubing nodded. This is a more responsible answer. If you just slap your forehead and answer without a problem, then there is a ghost! So he replied, "Very good, call me when the discussion is complete. Remember. You must fully consider the current technical reserves, don't be too far-fetched, and set the goal as much as you can eat."

Both of them nodded to express their understanding, and then left. Going back to find someone to study with those two lists.

"You are so relieved to let them set their own goals?" Fan Hyung asked in a puzzled way.

"If you don't worry about it, professional things must be done by professionals!" Fan Wuzhi replied as a matter of course, and the suspicious face didn't use it. With a non-suspecting expression. But this expression didn’t last long before he collapsed. Fan Wubing smiled and explained to his father Fan Heng, “Actually, I have sent someone over to find out, and I probably know it in my heart. Now it’s a test of their profession. It's just ethics. If two people can use it, I don't want to change too many people."

That's how it is said. But in fact, once the company was reorganized and the shareholding changed, Fan Wubiao must send his own people to serve as important leaders of the company, especially in finance and personnel matters, he had to take over the power, he said he was too lazy to change too many people. , Only speaking from a technical level.

Fan Heng nodded and said, "have been busy all afternoon, have you come up with that plan?"

"It's all here--" Fan Wuyao handed the things he sketched to his father Fan Heng.

Fan Heng took it. I reviewed it from beginning to end. Some agreed, "It looks more organized. It seems that Panshi's talents in the literary and artistic circles are really withered. The original plan is simply a mess. (

After taking a few more glances, Fan Hyung pointed to some of the songs with some confusion and asked, "Why have I never heard these two?"

"Currently edited." Fan Wubing replied without embarrassment, without blushing at all.

"Currently made?!" Fan Heng frowned. "This is the July 1st Party. It is a very serious occasion. How can you put your freshly made things up well? Don't make any mistakes?"

"Okay, you don't need to express your opinion, just look at the word before you say it." Fan Wubing handed the lyrics of "The Story of Spring Land" to his father Fan Heng and asked him to look over it.

"It was a spring in 1979—" Fan Heng started reading the lyrics, but because Fan Wubing didn't compose a song, he couldn't find it, but it seemed like it was a bit too much. So Fan Heng said, "You, are you a little eulogizing and flattering suspect?"

Fan Heng's heart is still a traditional intellectual. It seems that this kind of thing that is obviously eulogizing, is indeed a bit unable to do it, and he is a little hesitant at the moment.

Fan Wubing said, "If you don’t shoot someone, the trick to being an official is to blow, blow, pat, and pat. What's more, his old man is indeed worthy of praise. Think about the days before seven or six, and then look at it. Do you find it difficult to chant two sentences in the present days?"

"When you say this, this is a reflection of social conditions and public opinion. I have to do it?" Fan Heng felt that what his son said was almost truthful. He couldn't find a vocabulary if he wanted to refute, he couldn't help but asked a little bit amused. road.

Fan Wubing smiled and said, "In ancient times there was an old saying that people's hearts can be used! People's hearts can also be used!"

"What's all the wrong reason——" Fan Heng said with a smile, "But is it a bit out of date to start from the beginning? Is it a discordant sound to make this at the July 1st party? The words are very good, but they are afraid of people's associations. come!"

Fan Heng’s worries are not without reason. There are many precedents of misfortune. The lyrics of "Starting from scratch" reflect the mentality of laid-off workers. It is only positive, but it is thought that the glass factory would go bankrupt. At the time, the hanging cadre and several other miserable examples could not help but remind people of the scene at that time.

"Then it depends on whether the handling method is clever or not." Fan Wuyi replied confidently.

"What do you say about this?" Fan Heng said in a daze. Hearing his son's words, there is obviously a sure way.

Fan Wuyao said, "This song, I am going to let the workers from the original glass factory and Panshi Heavy Industry sing it."

Oh, Fan Heng’s eyes lit up. This is very appropriate. Recall the past, think about the confusion and helplessness at the time, and then look at the current mood and style of the present. It is indeed aspirational to be set off by this song. He smiled, "You kid, you have the most ghost ideas. Okay, you can talk to Liu Jipeng and say that I agree in principle. Let him ventilate with Secretary Chen. Well, I will let Secretary Han accompany you. You are over!"

So Fan Wuyin was accompanied by Han Jin and found Liu Jipeng. At this time, Liu Jipeng was watching the rehearsal in the Municipal Auditorium.

I saw about a hundred and ten people in the auditorium rehearsing, and a chorus of thirty people was playing on the stage. The leaders of the following cities were watching, but they were all pretty, but everyone's enthusiasm was obviously not very high. The mood was not very full. Fan Wubing saw that it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and then asked the person next to him, saying that the dress rehearsal started at two o'clock.

"This time has been delayed for too long, and it has no effect." Fan Wubing said to Han Jin. Han Jinxin replied sadly, "Yeah, I did it last year. I spent three hours on stage, and my calves were getting better. Where can I still have the strength to sing?"

So Fan Wuyi walked to Liu Jipeng's side and said to him, "Uncle Liu, let's take a break first."

"Haha, is there no disease here? Secretary Han is here too—" Liu Jipeng looked at the audience and it was not easy. These people above were passive, and he was sulking when he watched below. With Han Jin accompanied, he suddenly felt that someone had suffered together this time.

"This is a newly developed plan. The repertoire has not been increased much. The order has been rearranged and the recitation words for each act have been added." Fan Wubing handed his plan to Liu Jipeng, and then asked, "I see Everyone is tired. Let’s take a break. Anyway, the effect is not obvious."

Liu Jipeng focused on Fan Wuyi's plan ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and nodded after hearing this, "Okay, but I will continue to practice at night. She will be herding sheep now, and dinner will not be arranged later. "

"Where to eat?" Fan Wubing asked smoothly.

"City government hotel, it seems to be steamed buns and vegetables." A staff member next to Liu Jipeng replied.

"Well, it's a bit simple." Fan Wubing thought for a while, and said something to Han Jin.

After Han Jin listened, he picked up the microphone and shouted to the people above, "Everyone, stop for a while. You're all tired now. Take a break and practice. You won't eat steamed buns and vegetables at night. The city leaders see Everyone worked hard and arranged a sumptuous dinner. We will go together later. Although this performance is a political task, it is also sponsored by the manufacturer. Secretary Fan said that if it goes well, there will be different waiting according to the ranking of the show. This bonus is for everyone!"

Hearing what Han Jin said, the emotions of the participants were immediately mobilized, and they all responded with enthusiastic cheers.

After listening to Liu Jipeng's lips, he said to his heart that the father and son of the old Fan family are the same passer-by, and everything must be lured by profit first.