Chapter 9: press

Hearing Tan Zhenhua speaking so solemnly, Pan Shuisheng and Zheng Xiangqing couldn't help but look at each other. Pan Shuisheng said:
"Zhenhua, don't worry, Mr. Zheng is still kissing your Aunt Liu's house. If you have any words, just say directly, don't sell it!" Here, Zheng Xiangqing also put away his triumphant expression, busy. Replied: "Comrade Xiao Tan, please rest assured, no matter what you say, I will in my stomach!"
Tan Zhenhua deliberately dangled for a while, got up, walked to the door, opened the door, looked around, then closed, ran to the window sill, and looked out—actually, this is the second floor. How could anyone be there? Eavesdropping outside, and then closed the window firmly.
Turning around, they saw that the two were already sitting in distress, not even daring to breathe. He had fun in his heart, and it seemed that this little trick of psychological suggestion was especially useful in this era when people's minds were generally simpler.
He also sat down, then deliberately lowered his voice, and said to Zheng Xiangqing, "Ms. Zheng, it’s not that I don’t want to cooperate with you. It’s that you have already suffered a catastrophe! You and I have never met before, so I met for the first time today. I don't want to have too much involvement with you, as for now..."
Zheng Xiangqing was immediately stunned. He had forgotten his purpose of coming here, and his mind was full of fear that he was about to face a catastrophe. In his opinion, after all, the other party has a deep network of relationships within the system. Maybe he has heard something. , You know, for these people who are rubbing the edge of policy to discuss their lives, a little bit of trouble, it may be a disaster!
Still, Pan Shuisheng interjected: "You kid's family, what are you talking nonsense? If you have something to say, just let it go!"
There is no way. The teammates are not able to help. Pan Zhenhua had no choice but to say: "Zheng seems to be a person who has read books. There is an old saying that I must have heard, called'Wood show in the forest, the wind will destroy it.' It’s not wrong to call it "Xiumu" because of the reputation of the "8 Kings", right? It's just "Xiumu", but you are all called the "king". Mr. Zheng, you are older than me. Great, the social experience is deeper than mine. Please help me think about it. What is the result of any generation who call it "king" casually?
"Ah!" Zheng Xiangqing heard the words like a divine enlightenment. He only felt that his legs were soft and his urine flowed up. The three souls were scared to death.
At first, when people called him "King of Coil", he was still a little trembling. Later, when there were more people calling him, he gradually got used to it. In the end, when others didn't call him that way, he became uncomfortable. This is the old saying "It’s easy to change from frugality to luxury, but it’s harder to change from luxury to frugality." If you listen to too much flattery, you will take it seriously. If Tan Zhenhua hadn’t come here today, I’m afraid I would really go astray!
Zheng Xiangqing is a straightforward temper. Otherwise, he would not go around the sea under tremendous pressure back then. Since Tan Zhenhua can point out his problem, he should have a solution if he thinks about it. At this point, he would not hesitate anymore. Standing up, he respectfully bowed to Tan Zhenhua, and then said: "I underestimated Classmate Tan. Classmate Tan was young, but he had double eyes. I also asked Classmate Tan to look at Master Pan’s face. Teach me a trick to resolve this disaster."
After all, he took out a small newspaper bag from his arms and opened it, revealing a pile of "Great Unity" and some zero votes inside, as well as national food stamps.
He continued: "This time I came in a hurry. When I went out, I only brought 200 yuan and 20 jin of national food stamps. I bought train tickets and used some accommodation and food. The rest is here. Student Tan, please accept it, and I have the right to do what I asked the teacher to do."
"Speaking of Zhehai, it's a place of outstanding people, tusk, you see what people say, it's "repairing", and you are learning people." Tan Zhenhua boasted Zhehai people without blushing, by the way. Complimenting himself-his ancestral home is from Zhejiang, Ningbo, and Hong Kong. He shook his head like a rattle and said, "I am a senior in high school, what ideas can I have? I can never get the money, otherwise my dad can Break my leg! Uncle Pan, do you mean it? You don't know my dad's temper!"
Pan Shuisheng shook his head to help out, "President Zheng, just put the money away, Zhenhua's tutor is good, and he won't take it."
Tan Zhenhua heard, "Well, this is blocking the door. The tutor is good, so I can't take it. Then if I refuse and accept the money, wouldn’t it be a good tutor? That’s not even me. Mom and Dad are both scolded and scolded in? Well, you Pan Dabao, this is really your relative, you are clearly helping me secretly helping him!"
Thinking of this, he didn't speak, just looked at Pan Shuisheng with a smile at Mimi.
Pan Shuisheng's face blushed when he saw him, so he had to sternly said, "Zhenhua, have you heard of something? If you have any news, and what can be done, please tell me quickly. Mr. Zheng has gone far and wide. It's not easy to come once!"
Tan Zhenhua still didn't speak, but smiled there, but Zheng Xiangqing couldn't help it. He bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind, and said:
"Student Tan, I really don’t want to conceal it. Originally, I wanted to do business with you this time. I know that your dad installed a TV set himself. I want the drawing of the TV set. Of course I don’t want it for nothing. I heard that you want to install a plastic case for your dad’s TV set. I can get this case for you."
Tan Zhenhua sneered coldly and said, "Oh, the drawings my father worked so hard to design are only worth a plastic case of a TV in the eyes of Boss Zheng."
Zheng Xiangqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and continued: "No, no, Student Tan listened to me. Originally, I really planned to do that, but as soon as I met with Student Tan, I changed my mind."
"Oh? How did you change it, let's hear it?"
"I want to be like this. I will pay a sum of money to buy this drawing. In addition, I will give a set of shells. Can you please?"
"How much do you plan to pay for the drawings?"
"Two thousand, no, I'll give out 3,000, do you think it's okay?"
Tan Zhenhua smiled slightly and stared at Zheng Xiangqing, but said nothing.
With cold sweat on Zheng Xiangqing's forehead, he stammered open his mouth and said: "5000, 5000 yuan, plus 500 catties of national food stamps, no matter how much, I really can't get it out!"
Pan Shuisheng really couldn't stand it anymore. After all, Zheng Xiangqing was the guest he invited, and he was a relative who was oblique to him. He was forced into a corner by a little boy. Isn't he ugly? So he came out and said:
"Xiaohua, 5,000 is quite a lot. How much is your dad's salary a month? These few drawings are enough for him to earn several years of wages. You can't be too greedy. Isn't it useless for your little boy to ask for so much money? "
Tan Zhenhua turned to Pan Shuisheng upon hearing the words, and solemnly said: "Uncle Pan, I don't know if this drawing is worth so much money. However, I know one thing. No matter how much Zheng gives me today, it won't be a year. My dad has to drive in because of this."
Pan Shuisheng said curiously: "What do you say about this, as long as the people in this room don't say it, God knows and you know I know, and who can know?"
Tan Zhenhua sneered: "It seems that neither of you took what I said just now. It's true. Only the three of us know about this now. But if someone enters, he can guarantee that he won't tell the matter today? "
Zheng Xiangqing gasped. Among the three, one of the two is still a student. It is definitely not his turn to get in. The other is a working class with a strong roots and the most advanced kind, so he is most likely to get in. Yes, isn't he talking about himself? This Tan Zhenhua said so sure, could it be said that he really has inside information?
Pan Shuisheng saw that the topic came back around again, and the topic was still a matter of his own. He took the benefits of Zheng Xiangqing's real money and finally couldn't sit still, so he hurriedly asked, "Zhenhua, tell me. what happened?"
Tan Zhenhua did not answer Pan Shuisheng’s question, but said to himself:
According to my estimation, Mr. Zheng can have an output value of several hundred thousand a year,
and then he waved his hand directly to stop Zheng Xiangqing’s urge to interrupt. Then he said:
According to the current supply and marketing system, large state-owned factories have their own procurement channels, and their materials are all within the plan. They will never buy from Mr. Zheng’s factory. Then those who buy these things must Isn't it just the self-employed person like Mr. Zheng, or the township and village enterprises that have only recently emerged? There may be several collective enterprises that are greedy for cheap.
Zheng Xiangqing didn't expect that the career he usually prides himself on would give a junior high school student who he has never met before. But the fact is that it is true. The sales channel that he can access to a small self-employed person is not Are these? Now that it has been said to be broken, you might as well just admit it. So he nodded and said, "Yes, Classmate Tan's vision is really great, indeed."
"In that case, Mr. Zheng has a lot of business, and he should go with cash. Is there a tax on every transaction?"
"Ah!" Zheng Xiangqing screamed.
Tan Zhenhua didn't care about Zheng Xiangqing's wailing, and said unhurriedly: "I'm afraid there is no such thing. Is it wrong for someone to catch you for tax evasion?"
Zheng Xiangqing did not dare to answer, but the expression on his face had clearly admitted everything. However, Tan Zhenhua did not intend to let him go, and immediately followed by a second burst of crit.
"But, although tax evasion is serious, it depends on you that the amount is not too big. As long as you have the responsibility to make up for it, you may not go to jail. However, our country’s law still has a crime called'speculation.' I don’t know where the copper material that Mr. Zheng used to wind the coil came from?"
As soon as he said this, Zheng Xiangqing's face was gray, his hands and feet were cold, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".