Chapter 40: Start reading

Wei Qian and San Fat arrived at their destination. The old bear had already greeted him in advance. The friend who introduced them to the project last time held a cardboard label cut from a shoe box and met them at the station.
朋友 Lao Xiong, a friend originally named Li Gou Dan, changed to Li Fengya when he grew up. He is an entrepreneur born in a farmer. In his early years, he became a contractor with a construction team and started to make tea.
风 Li Fengya's sideline is the local specialty that is everywhere. The main business is two. On the one hand, it is engaged in construction, on the other hand, it is demolished, and it is demolished and rebuilt. One-stop service is included.
However, he still earns a lot of hard money. Those who have been holding investment and development for a long time have become jealous. Only unfortunately, he can't get so much money on hand.
Unfortunately, the old bear took a look last time. It didn't seem to show much interest. Li Fengya originally thought that this was a yellow matter, but didn't expect that there would be a turnaround, so she was glad to receive people.
风 Li Fengya is in her forties, she is not beautiful, she is black and thin, her eyes are concave, her height is less than one meter seven, her waist is less than two feet one. At first glance, it looks like a dark beef jerky.
In the cold winter months, he was not too cold. He wore a jacket on his hands, a brand-name shirt on his body, and his sleeves rolled up. He didn't know how long it hadn't been washed. He rubbed it like a pickle, and stuffed his front waist into his waist. The back swing was exposed outside the waist of the trousers, and he walked up and down with his cheerful steps, as if wearing a fart curtain.
Although is a man who wears a horse and a saddle on his clothes, there is such a person in the world. Even if he wears a jade dress, others will only think that he has taken out the bamboo mat at home and tied it.
Wei Qian has already seen one side, so it is not strange to see it. San Fat has not seen such a rich and sour, so surprised, he secretly bites his ear with Wei Qian: "Oh, which coal kiln did this big brother come out of?"
Wei Qian said, "Huang Shiren No. 1 Pit."
He Sanfa could not wait to sew his own mouth.
Someone came far away. According to the rules, Li Fengya naturally wanted to entertain him. At the dinner table, he had three rounds of wine, and he touted each other as "young talents" and "old-fashioned." Li Fengya began to talk about the topic. "The last time I thought about it was too simple. At the moment, apart from us, several other companies are staring at the land. I heard that one of them also invited a foreign designer to plan. That's what happened. "
Twenty-Three Fat asked quickly: "We are all foreigners and don't know how deep the water is inside. Do you think this matter is reliable?"
风 Li Fengya took a sip of the wine and sighed, shaking her head: "It's hard to say."
"What?"
Li Fengya lowered her voice, drew a stroke on the table with chopsticks and wine, stretched her neck, lowered her voice and said, "Because I have been thinking about this, I have also engaged in a lot of relationships, not to hide your little brothers, I have a lot to say about the Land Bureau and the city government—of course, do n’t think that I ’m so great. I ’ll be able to talk to others, of course. Dare to make an idea of ​​this, right? Director of the Land and Resources Bureau that week was our fellow. I just finished drinking with him two days ago and talked about it, oops, this thing is really hard to say now ... Do you know the commercial street in the middle of those lands? "
Seeing the two nodded, Li Fengya continued: "That was invested by a local company. Their boss's name is Zhang. This Zhang is always our cousin's cousin. Now it is like this. A commercial street is booming. However, we always do n’t know which one is wrong. We only rent or sell it, saying that we must ensure the grade, and we cannot make this commercial street a small commodity wholesale market. Now that the grade is available, the capital chain is broken. Hundreds of millions of projects were thrown in, and the loans had expired. Otherwise, the few residential areas around us could be cheaper? We could n’t. It is now that every house is waiting for Hara, and the premise is to look forward to the name of Zhang Everyone can eat the money that leaks out of the teeth of others. In case one of them wants to open it, "咣" sells the commercial street or gets new funds, we all talk for nothing. "
Twenty-Three Fat: "Why doesn't he sell?"
风 Li Fengya patted her thigh: "Can't think of it!"
Wu Sanfat: "He can find someone to cooperate with when he has no money. With such a hard background, can't anyone lend him money? How much can I borrow and find a personal partnership to fund it?"
Li Fengya said with a gesture: "No, fat brother, you did n’t understand. It ’s nice that he ca n’t return the money for a while. The uncomfortable thing is that his cash chain has broken. "You're dead! You understand?"
风 Li Fengya loves onomatopoeia very much, as if this can increase his vocabulary. The words "Ga" are sprayed with three fat faces and spitting stars.
Yun Sanfei wiped his face and felt from his heavy spitting star that it was difficult and painful to take down this matter.
"With the background, he is also a private enterprise. What is the private enterprise most afraid of? No money, my fat brother!"
After Li Fengya said, he reached out and grabbed a big elbow on the table. He took a sip of three mouthfuls and ate a mouthful of mouth: "To tell you straight, let's be Zhang Zhang, it's a little bit sour, I've seen it once, my wife With that frowning and high look, I think he just came back from a business trip in Nantianmen-people don't look down on us, the rich people, or do I have to find you a thousand miles away? "
Until then, Wei Qian began to ask, "Brother Li, according to your wishes, he has no other choice but to sell this commercial street?"
Li Fengya pondered for a moment: "It's not necessarily true. It's not a real start. He might not be able to work hard, but if he is willing to borrow a shell, find someone to pack a new project company for him, and then re-establish financing in the name of the project company. It ’s not impossible to sell this land and then sell it at a premium. It ’s also possible to return a lot of cash, which is a long time. And ... if I put it on my head, I will do it. Did I tell you? His elders may not be willing to do such things under the table. "
Wei Qian dropped his eyes and thought for a while, and finally discussed with Li Fengya for a moment. The group decided to go to the commercial street again the next day and step on a spot nearby.
When he returned to the hotel at night, Wei Qian took a bath of cold water to wake up the wine, and his hair was not wiped clean. He found out his previous plan and torn it.
San Fat watched coldly and said straightly: "Did you expect something different? Are you dumbfounded? Are you okay? If I say, let's pack up and buy a ticket and go back ... you listen to your cough There are murmurs in asthma, both lung valve cores have dropped, and they leak. "
Wei Qian glanced at him, suspecting that the old bear had no intention to let San Fat follow him.
San fat perfectly played the role of Zhu Bajie, and when he got the chance, he proposed to divide the luggage back to Gao Laozhuang, which is really the best weapon to shake the army.
Lao Xiong's appearance of the thick and hearty monkey essence, maybe you knew the last time you came, just to let him retreat.
San Fat went on to say, "Qian Er, I do n’t see this at all. The old snake of Li Li has been dripping with water. What else do you want? Is it necessary to send your third brother me to seduce government officials? I can tell you Ah, the soldiers can be killed, and not shameful. "
Wei Qian easily stopped the cough, and looked at San Fat with a painful look: "Three brothers ... cough, I beg you, please take a face!"
"Don't frame me, my martial arts are as immortal as fat fat," San Fat stood up and twisted his waist. "Well, your old man slowly pondered. I think it ’s good to eat the roast chicken at night. Before our class teacher returned, I Decided to sell a few more and go back to the children to try something new. "
Wei Qian opened Li Fengya and walked to the back door to get a plan for him, laid it on the bed, and said dumbly, "To go back to yourself, I won't go anyway."
He sat fat on the edge of the bed and said, "You don't see the coffin and you won't cry!"
Wei Qian calmly said, "I don't cry when I see the coffin. What's the use of tears? It's all right, I have a second plan."
Yan Sanfei's eyes brightened: "You're kind of god. I expected ..."
Wei Weiqian: "I want it now."
San Fat looked at him silently for a while: "Qianer, why can't I understand-you were like this before the train, you are like this on the train, you are still like this when you get to the place to understand the situation-you are so energetic Where did you come from? Why do you think you can take it down? "
谦 Wei Qian raised his head, because of sickness and rest, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his eyes were heavy. Although he was covered with a little gloom over time, his core was firm and unscrupulous.
"The outside world must be inside first." Wei Qian said, "I have limited energy and decided what to do. If I repeatedly doubt and hesitate, then I don't have to do anything all day long. I don't know how What, but I have decided to do it, and under this premise, I don't want anything else. "
He Sanfei then became serious and asked him, "What if you fail?"
Wei Qian shook his head calmly: "I don't think about this."
San Fat was anxious: "How can you not think about this? Haven't you thought about it? Have you thought about this before you came? There are always things you can't think of, you don't want anything, don't you think you are too rash? ? "
Wei Qian smiled at him: "The temporary failure is not a failure, but an accident. The soldiers come to block it, and the water comes to cover it. Even if there is an accident, what I need to consider is how to make up for the loss and use the opportunity brought by the accident, nothing else."
He was obsessed with this weird, almost cult-like spiritual realm, and for the moment temporarily waved away his dear little roast chicken and went to another bed to lie dead.
Wei Qian they have been away for several days, Wei Zhiyuan finally has a holiday-that means the Spring Festival has arrived.
大 The elder brother is not here this Spring Festival, and the whole family is having no fun.
Only when the New Year's bell rang, did a phone call from Wei Qian return home, but all the sound of firecrackers like fried bunkers, Wei Zhiyuan didn't even hear the news when he said he would go home.
The young boy hung up the phone and began to formally think about his destiny.
Wei Zhiyuan knew that his feelings were too shocking, and no one could accept it at first sight ... not to mention someone like Brother.
Wei Zhiyuan actually considered that if he showed a little inclination, would the elder brother hinder his feelings, how much he grasped his nose to understand something, tolerate it, and then slowly get used to it?
That will be a long process of sawing, and Wei Zhiyuan has no confidence that he will succeed.
In front of the young man's mind, people will always be involuntarily sentimental and hesitant, let alone this secret love is doomed to darkness.
Xi Weizhiyuan is rare and unconfident in this regard. He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know if his elder brother will treat him like Xiaobao, and he will give up for him again and again, so that he has no bottom line.
What if he simply thought he was crazy?
What if he felt this disgusting beyond his acceptable and conceivable range?
There was a loud noise, a huge firework exploded in the air, the private car downstairs screamed in fright, and Wei Zhiyuan's ears were shaken with some tinnitus. He couldn't help tilting his head and vetoed the idea.
He couldn't accept Wei Qian's strangeness to him. When he remembered this, his fear of being abandoned from a young age would always drown him again.
He must be safe, peaceful and effective.
Wei Zhiyuan doesn't know how long he has. He thinks that he needs to create a subtle environment first, just like a spider weaving a web. First, he must have a large framework, and then it will be progressive.
In addition, he thinks he needs a teammate.
Wei Weiyuan shifted his eyes to Mrs. Song, who was already resting on the sofa and fell asleep, and skipped her after a while-she was harder to persuade than her elder brother, and it might be painful to explain the whole thing to her.
Finally, Wei Zhiyuan's eyes fell on Xiaobao.
Why isn't she ... calmly, trying to make her think of her way?
Wei Qian's departure didn't even catch up with the start of the last semester. Wei Zhiyuan took his student card to the school and registered for him.
During this period, Wei Zhiyuan lived as if he had suffered from a neurosis, and was filled with various difficult and incomprehensible books, materials, and works of art at home. Content design philosophy, psychology, sociology, and even some strange arts.
The old lady Wu Song was illiterate, and she was in awe when she saw most of the books. Every time she found Wei Zhiyuan flipping through the books with light myopia glasses, she would crumble even after passing by.
Xiaobao feels that her little brother is a bit abnormal. Among the teenagers, the teenagers who do not play football in their spare time are not very normal. Even if they circulate idle books, they are all martial arts fantasy fantasy comics. First, no one will look at this thing.
Wu Xiaobao felt that he was too gloomy, and just happened to read the works of the reclining poets in the new semester of the Chinese class. After seeing it, Xiao Bao was frightened and felt that Wei Zhiyuan had a threat that he could not think of any time.
She talked to grandma first, but grandma didn't believe her, she thought she didn't learn anything and didn't read books, so she couldn't read others.
For the first time, Song Xiaobao expected his brother to come back soon.
He did not return until March of Yangchun.
At the end of Zheng Zheng's month, when Wei Qian placed a few lines of agreement in front of Lao Xiong, Lao Xiong fully explained what he called "stunned."
At that time, Wei Qian walked around that commercial street and immediately knew it.
开始 He began to make intensive investigations, market positioning, but also presented a problem for Li Fengya-let him have to contact President Zhang.
This Li Fengya is sad, he really does not want to deal with high-end foreigners like President Zhang.
Grandma ’s New Year, she lost her hair. Who knew that at this time, "God" gave him a chance.
Mr. Zhang ’s son is studying junior high school. The local folk customs are relatively tough. Little boys in junior high school often scratch and fight by the side of the road. When Li Fengya saw the boy, he was surrounded by seven or eight young men. .
风 Li Fengya made a fortune and never forgot about this, and he was willing to hang out with his migrant workers brothers to drink and eat meat during the New Year holidays. At that time, there were several men who drunk slightly. However, the small fights, Li Fengya, they are used to seeing, Lao Li, at this age, will no longer be able to see the unevenness and roared, he had to pass by blindly.
Who knows that at this moment, the victim of the brain damage claimed to himself: "My dad is a big boss, my cousin is an official! Kill you, believe it?"
Wei Qian put pressure on Li Fengya all day and asked him to contact President Zhang. The huge pressure almost caused Li Fengya to lose his nerves. He had always been thinking about President Zhang. Hearing this, he stopped instinctively. .
The migrant brothers stopped and looked at them with their necks extended.
Old Li thought for a moment, and stretched out a hand, "What's the matter of the Chinese New Year? Let them stop!"
He gave an order, and although no one was moving, a few young men were scared to see this lineup, looked at each other, whistled, and ran away.
Lao Li pretended to be the "victim" and asked with a cheerful look. He really closed his eyes and someone gave him a pillow. The two head-headed boys are President Zhang's baby son!
The turtle son jumped up and patted the soil on his buttocks, and stretched his hands on the shoulders of old Li, frowningly, saying, "Dude, thank you! You will be my elder brother in the future. I will cover anything." Hold you! "
Li Fengya said, "This little bunny must be lacking."
Haw smiled happily on his face, and said with pride: "It's nothing, it's all fate!"
After Gao Sanfei learned about it, he said to Wei Qian: "Old Li's grandson has two sons! There is luck to come, good luck."
Wei Qian's voice was hoarsely coughed by himself, but it did not prevent him from sneering at San Fat with inscrutableness. He said, "I've hired those beating men."
San Fat: "..."
In order to prevent them from appearing deliberate, President Zhang has always been in contact with Mr. Li.
The small means by which the demons crooked themselves were only supplementary materials, and it really moved General Manager Zhang into a framework agreement handed up in the name of Lao Li.
On the surface, this agreement was between Mr. Li and Mr. Zhang. Mr. Li contributed 25% of the shares. At the same time, it agreed to monopolize the upstream and downstream projects. Mr. Zhang, as the major shareholder on the surface, took the remaining shares and was responsible for the entire Project management.
But Mr. Zhang had no money, so the invisible shareholders of third-party vendors were introduced here. Li Fengya did not introduce Wei Qian to them until then, and signed a second agreement between Mr. Wei and Mr. Zhang, which was a framework agreement for the entire project. Shang is bound to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Lao Xiong is the anonymous shareholder who is responsible for paying the money. Mr. Zhang, as the registered nominal shareholder, is fully responsible for the entire project including land acquisition, procedures and sales. Enjoy 15% of dividend rights.
Mr. Zhang, who was wearing white wolves with empty gloves, played a concept of "light assets" that was extremely cutting-edge at the time. While reducing the risk, the most attractive thing for Mr. Zhang was that he could make the surrounding houses and commercial streets into a whole.
The reason why he refuses to sell commercial streets is that he hopes to make such a landmark and branded thing. Zhang is always an out-of-date idealist. He dreams of digging a piece of land in the city center and making A piece of architecture with a very personal style, like his own kingdom, was unfortunately too elaborate, which caused the previous project cycle to take too long, and even the capital chain broke down.
I gave it to him to trade, in the view of President Zhang, fiddling with a lot of premiums over fiddling with a piece of land through relationships.
He and Wei Qian immediately agreed, and the land agreement was won at the end of the month. During the period, Wei Qian and San Fat were not idle. With the help of President Zhang's bridge, all the relationships were paved with wine bottles. An average of two to three meals a day. Alcohol, the first thing to go back to the hotel every night is to spit it alive.
At the same time, following Mr. Zhang's early running, staring at the plan, climbing up in the middle of the night to study the legal provisions, drafting various agreements, and sending them to professionals for review. Various calculations and cash plans were revised one after another and printed out. Scrap manuscripts are two feet thick.
Following Wei Qian, a workaholic, San Fat, who claimed to be as immortal as Jie Cao, went ten pounds a month, loosening his buttonhole.
Nian Laoxiong didn't expect that 30 million would let these two children come to life alive.
However, Wei Qian originally wanted to keep up with the pre-sale of the project and a large return of funds. Anyway, there was no class in the second semester of the senior year. It was enough to show his face when he turned in his thesis defense. Before he died, he died first--the fat man was dead, his lungs were really leaking, and he coughed for a winter, turning into pneumonia as expected.
I was finally rushed back by the old bear to my uncle, and threw it at home to rest.
谦 Wei Qian returned home in the same way as the African refugees. The old lady Song caught the chance to yell and scream, and ate the stewed chicken for three days, which made him sick when he saw the casserole.
He returned home this time and felt that Wei Zhiyuan was wrong, but at first glance he was as knowledgeable and diligent as ever. Wei Qian could not tell what was wrong.
On the weekend, Wei Zhiyuan estimated that his invisible companion Song Xiaobao would react with his elder brother, so he went out to take extra lessons as usual, leaving Xiaobao a chance to play.
Song Xiaobao did live up to her expectations, and she couldn't stop talking for a long time. As soon as Wei Zhiyuan went out, she secretly ran to Wei Qian and said, "The second brother may be suffering from autism."
"..." Wei Qian, "You still watch cartoons."
真的 "Really!" Song Xiaobao vowed, pointing to heaven, "Don't lie to you! Don't believe you go and see in his house!"
Wei Qian: "How old is he and he still has autism. If you don't want to deal with you, you are autistic? I don't bother to deal with you."
Song Xiaobao and Xiong Xunzi said, going to her to learn dance on the weekend, it didn't take long, seeing that the elder brother didn't take her seriously, she jumped up and dragged Wei Qian, pushing him all the way At the door of Wei Zhiyuan's house, he opened the door and said, "Look at it yourself! I won't tell you anymore, I hate it! I'm gone."