The factory director’s office is filled with smoke.

　　 Guo Xiaolan left with a gloomy face. From a rational point of view, she knew that her son's choice was correct. But in terms of emotions, she disliked cooperating with her enemies and didn't want to sell Fan Zhengyang, who had walked out of the same village.

　　 Song Weiyang was also unhappy, sitting in a chair, smoking one by one.

　　 Song Weiyang knew what his mother didn't know.

　　 In the next two years, Fan Zhengyang's power continued to be eroded. He focused on dealing with Huang Yunsheng, and would never take care of the Song family at all. Later, my sister-in-law went into a wholesale business and asked Fan Zhengyang for help, but she couldn't even see him. It can be said that she turned her face and refused to recognize people.

　　 Song Weiyang hates Zhong Dahua and Huang Yunsheng, and also hates Fan Zhengyang.

　　 Children are right and wrong. Adults only look at the pros and cons.

　　The most advantageous way now is to find a way to go between Fan Zhengyang and Huang Yunsheng, and then take advantage of the situation to kill the **** Zhong Dahua! As for Fan and Huang, Song Weiyang doesn't mind giving them eye drops when it is critical, but he must do it quietly without affecting him.

　　 Why is Song Weiyang so worried about smoking?

　　 Because Huang Yunsheng saw through Zheng Xuehong and Song Weiyang's intention to make a false joint venture, this caused Song Weiyang's follow-up plan to be completely disrupted.

　　 It’s impossible to pretend to be a Hong Kong joint venture. This is tantamount to putting one's own handle in Huang Yunsheng's hands, and he will have to be a grandson honestly in the future. If you don't turn your face, you can naturally get huge benefits, but this time bomb makes Song Weiyang feel uneasy.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 The door of the office was pushed open.

My uncle Guo Xiaochun didn't even knock at the door, so he came in with a travel bag, threw things on the table, and chicly smoked: "I got the company license. The people in Hong Kong are quick to do business. You can register a company in a few days. "

　　 "Well, my uncle has worked hard." Song Weiyang put out the cigarette butt.

　　 Guo Xiaochun didn’t know what it was to be polite. He picked up the tea on the table and drank it, flicking his forehead and said: “I heard someone said that the surname Huang just came here?”

　　 "This cup of tea you drank was made for Mayor Huang." Song Weiyang said.

　　 "Bah!"

　　 Guo Xiaochun immediately spit, and spit out: "No wonder drinking is disgusting and smelly!"

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and reminded: “The cannery has rules and regulations that prohibit spitting anywhere.”

　　 Guo Xiaochun stomped on his saliva and asked: "Huang's surname is here to find the difference?"

　　 "On the contrary, he asked us to cooperate." Song Weiyang said.

"He really did it, get the dad into the cell, and then come to find his son to cooperate," Guo Xiaochun dangled his cigarette, and kept gestures with his fingers, "I tell you, this surname is a yellow weasel giving a New Year greeting to the rooster. Kind!"

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Well, I know."

"Just be clear!" Guo Xiaochun picked up the travel bag, "I'm leaving, I haven't slept all day and night, and I'm so sleepy. By the way, can you still get the tickets for the bowling alley? It feels itchy if you don't play for more than half a month. ."

　　 "Come to pick it up tomorrow." Song Weiyang said.

　　 "That's OK, Goodbye!" Guo Xiaochun left after speaking.

　　 Song Weiyang sometimes envy her uncle. He doesn't think about anything all day long. He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and live so easily.

　　 picked up the phone and dialed the number.

　　 Soon a voice came from the earpiece: "Hey, hello, Cadre Building, Mengping County Party Committee Courtyard."

　　 "I'm looking for Zheng Xuehong." Song Weiyang said.

　　 "Waiting... Zheng Xuehong, Deputy Director Zheng, call! Zheng Xuehong..."

　　 Within a few minutes, Zheng Xuehong ran out of breath: "Hey, who...whoop, who is looking for me?"

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Old Zheng, this is Dr. Ma."

　　 "Hey, I finally waited for your call," Zheng Xuehong said happily, "Can you bring money here?"

　　 Song Weiyang said: "You can come here, but don't pretend to be Hong Kong businessmen."

　　 "Why?" Zheng Xuehong was puzzled.

　　 "You were seen through by Mayor Huang." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Zheng Xuehong said in surprise: "It's impossible! That night, I had a very happy chat with Mayor Huang. He was so confused by me that he knew I was a fake?"

　　 "Hey, they have good acting skills." Song Weiyang sighed.

　　 "Damn, I laughed at him stupidly, I was a fool," Zheng Xuehong was a little panicked, "Will there be an accident if I go to Rongping again? Don't be arrested by the police."

　　 "It's okay, just come here." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Song Weiyang’s original plan was not as simple as a fake joint venture to defraud tax rebates and loans. What he wanted was to do real tricks in the future, put on the skin of Hong Kong capital to ensure safety, and even listed the cannery in Hong Kong City. This requires people to cooperate with the acting, Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao are the executors, otherwise how could they easily give them so many shares.

　　 Now, all the plans are invalidated because Song Weiyang does not want to be Huang Yunsheng's grandson.

Hanging up the phone, Song Weiyang left the office, ran to find the director of the factory office and the chief of the technical section, and instructed: "Director Yang, you immediately contact the construction team to build a few factories, get more fruit processing workshops, and rinse tanks. And the pre-cooking pot must be expanded by at least three times. Chief Li, you are responsible for the whole process of supervision, and don’t make half-step rework if you are unqualified."

　　 Section Chief Li said: "Manager Xiao Song, don't worry, I promise that there will be no problems!"

　　 Director Yang said with joy, "Director, are we going to expand production?"

Song Weiyang nodded and said: "Well, when the Qiqiao Cup canned food is launched, our factory's production scale will definitely not be able to keep up ~ lightnovelpub.net~ It is a good thing to expand production, but we have no place to build a factory." Director Yang reminded. .

　　 "Isn't there a large wasteland to the east of the factory? The fence was demolished and the new factory building was built outside." Song Weiyang said.

　　 Director Yang said: "Those lands are not ours."

　　 "It doesn't matter who it is, let's talk about it after it is built," Song Weiyang suddenly smiled, "If anyone comes to trouble, let them go to Mayor Huang."

　　 Director Yang asked: "Mayor Huang approved it?"

　　 Song Weiyang said, "Mayor Huang meant it."

　　 "Okay, I'll do it right away!" Director Yang left happily.

　　 Song Weiyang shouted: "By the way, call Chief Chen from the Propaganda Department!"

　　 Director Yang strode forward, shouting as he walked: "Chen Weifeng, the director is looking for you!"

　　 "Here, here comes!" Section Chief Chen rushed over, leaning against his body and asked, "Director Xiao Song, what task do you have for our Propaganda Department?"

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Take two savvy people, and follow me to the provincial capital on Monday."

　　 "Propaganda?" Chief Chen asked.

"Well, shoot advertisements, cast advertisements," Song Weiyang said, "study hard along the way. When the factory grows, I will reorganize the Propaganda Department into the Advertising Propaganda Department. Old Chen, this advertising and propaganda department is very important. Let you be yours. But the ugly words are at the forefront. If you don't do well, I will remove you from your position."

　　 Section Chief Chen quickly patted his chest: "You can rest assured, Director, I promise to study hard and will not hinder the cannery!"

　　 "All right, you go to work." Song Weiyang waved.

　　 More than a month ago, the problem with the cannery was that the backlog of products could not be sold. When the Mid-Autumn Festival advertisement is broadcast, I am afraid that it will be a headache for production not to keep up. This broken factory has seriously affected Song Weiyang's normal performance.