In a short time, it is impossible for my father to be fished out. His crime was too great and it had already alarmed the province, and no one dared to reverse the case for him.

　　 This time period in 1993 was very embarrassing. The central government was crossing the river by feeling the stones, and the people were rushing wildly. The whole country knows that reform is necessary, but no one can figure out how to reform and to what extent.

　　 The state-owned enterprises are the most sensitive area, and they are not immune to collision.

　　 Song Weiyang wants his father to be released from prison as soon as possible. There is only one feasible way, and that is to strengthen the Song family's strength and strive for commutation, commutation, and sentence reduction.

　　 The trial ended for more than ten minutes. It was not until the staff cleared the room that Guo Xiaolan left the table in a daze, staggering under her feet, Song Weiyang and her eldest brother hurriedly supported her.

　　 "Mom, don't worry, you can also fight for a commutation." Song Weiyang comforted.

　　 Guo Xiaolan seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, she nodded and said: "Mom knows, you have to study hard, and the college entrance examination is coming next year."

　　 Song Qizhi was very heartened, and enlightened his mother and younger brother: "I will be at home in the future. When Dad comes out for three to five years, we can still make a comeback!"

　　 Brother Song's smile didn't last long, and he was quickly surprised by the situation at the door of the court.

　　 There are dozens of workers in the factory, and companies, fruit farmers, and distributors cooperating with the cannery are jamming there. There are estimated to be more than 100 people densely packed. As soon as the Song family came out, these debt collectors immediately came forward and shouted:

　　 "Manager Song, let us pay the salary first."

　　 "Boss Song, your cans can't be sold at all, so why don't you have to refund part of the payment."

　　 "Boss Song, you haven't paid for the sweet tangerines you collected last year."

　　 "Director Song, the canned bottle you purchased has been out of payment for two quarters."

　　"..."

　　 These people all know that the Song family is down. If you don't come to ask for money, there will be no chance in the future.

Faced with more than 100 debt collectors blocking the road, with reporters and the crowd watching, Brother Song did not dare to spit out his temper, he could only bite the bullet and loudly promised: "Money, I will definitely think of a way, even if it’s smashing the pot and selling iron, I I will also return everyone's money!"

　　 The crowd surrounded Song Qizhi on the third and third floors, fearing that he would run away, and urged: "Director Song, we will follow you to make money."

　　 How can Song Qizhi make money? He can only flicker and say: "Please give me some more time, and give me some more time!"

　　 "What we have time is, we want money!"

　　 "That's it, every time I delay, don't think about running away today!"

　　 "If you don't give money, you will pay for your life!"

　　"..."

　　 In the last life, the eldest brother planned to divorce his wife, and wanted to give away the tens of thousands of cash left in the family to his wife, and let the wife secretly take care of his mother and younger brother. But the sister-in-law disagreed life and death, and after the accidental death of her elder brother, she used wholesale clothing to support her mentally insane mother-in-law, raise her young son, subsidize Song Weiyang to finish university, and even repay most of the millions of Songs owed.

　　 Song Weiyang recalled his mother's aging and haggard, and recalled the hard work of his sister-in-law, the scenes of the previous life clearly appeared before his eyes.

　　 Maybe, God gave him a chance to be born again, and let him come back to compensate his family.

Seeing that the debt collector was forced to come over, he had already begun to entangle with his eldest brother. Song Weiyang took a deep breath and forcibly inserted in the middle and said, "Don’t do it, let’s talk civilized. The money is fine. I will pay it back, but it will take me half a year. !"

　　 "Who is this?"

　　 "The second son of the Song family, he is still studying, I have seen him before."

　　 "Students who don't understand farts, go away!"

　　"..."

　　 Brother Song pulled Song Weiyang back and said anxiously: "Brother, don't make trouble, I will be responsible for everything."

　　'S mother Guo Xiaolan also said: "Yangyang, stop making trouble, go back to study at ease!"

　　 In the eyes of everyone, Song Weiyang is just a stupid boy who doesn't know the height of the sky. But this stupid boy didn't take millions of debts seriously, he slapped his chest and shouted: "I can make a military order and write you a letter of guarantee. As long as I can't pay the debt within half a year, I will pay you my life!"

　　 Military orders, a very chronological vocabulary, are more grounded than spells and swears.

　　 A debt collector sneered: "What do I want your life for? I only want money!"

　　 "Yes, we only need money!"

　　 Guo Xiaolan quickly argued: "If you want money, you have to give us time to raise money slowly!"

　　 The person before said excitedly: "I have given you time, since Boss Song was arrested, the cannery's payment hasn't been paid for, it has been several months!"

Another debt collector said: "Sister Guo, I know that Boss Song was wronged. The Song family built a winery with a lot of money, but now it has been confiscated by the government. Only a money-losing cannery is in your hands. You are also very much in your heart. I am wronged. But we must also think about it from our perspective. Our glass factory is a small business, and the whole factory is waiting for the payment of the hundreds of thousands of goods!"

　　 "Can you get the money like this?"

Before his mother could speak again, Song Weiyang suddenly sternly said, "Tell you, the cannery now owes more than 3 million yuan, which is not a bank loan, but the Song family only has tens of thousands of dollars in cash, and the bank account has long been frozen. You now have more than 100 people, plus the ones who didn’t come today. How many tens of thousands of dollars can you get on average? One person can get up to a hundred dollars at most!"

　　 The previous person said: "Then what do you say? Forgive the debt?"

Song Weiyang immediately said: "My dad is the most successful entrepreneur in Rongping City, and I am his son. Do you dare to take a gamble? I will turn tens of thousands of yuan into millions in half a year! You won the bet. I can get back the arrears, and I still pay the interest. If the bet is lost, everyone will only lose the one hundred and ten dollars! Now make a choice, whether it is to force the Song family to death, and everyone will divide the money. Anyway, take a gamble and get back all the arrears and interest!"

　　 Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly they didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, they really think that forcing will not result, and tens of thousands of dollars is not enough to divide; on the other hand, they are confused by Song Weiyang, because their expression and tone are too confident, and they are similar to the big companies that used to be the best. Song Shumin's home is too similar.

　　 Although Song Shumin has been in jail, his reputation is there, and people still have a little awe and admiration in their hearts. As Song Shumin's son, even if Song Weiyang is only a student, the creditors still subconsciously give birth to an inexplicable sense of trust.

　　 This is an age of believing in miracles, and news of getting rich in society is endless.

　　 Maybe, the Song family can really stand up?

　　 Of course, some people think otherwise, such as workers in a cannery.

　　The wages of these workers are not high. They have only been owed a few months of wages, and the total sum is only one or two thousand yuan per person.

　　 "Don't say so much, pay us the salary first!" the workers shouted.

It used to be a promise with a smile, but now it has become a threat. Song Weiyang squinted and sneered, "Don’t you give me a chance? Then we will die, and I will file for bankruptcy tomorrow and auction the factory’s fixed assets to repay the debt. According to the law, first of all. The bank loan should be repaid, and then the three million owed to you! These money is repaid on a pro rata basis, and ordinary workers can get a salary of up to ten yuan! Moreover, at that time, the Song family can reasonably avoid debts. , It is illegal for you to collect debts again!"

　　The workers were dumbfounded for an instant. They didn't even know that they could still play like this, and they didn't know that workers' wages took priority over social debts—of course, bank loans took priority. Song Weiyang did not deceive people.

　　 Although China had the "Bankruptcy Law" in the 1980s, it was not until the early 1990s that private enterprises were allowed to go bankrupt. It has not yet become popular, and some local governments even disagree with the bankruptcy of private enterprises.

　　So that Song Jiaran never thought of filing for bankruptcy in his previous life. It wasn't until half a year after Brother Song's death that the court and the bank jointly liquidated the auction. As a result, the land and machinery were actually sold out. After ten years of idleness, the real estate developer bought it for development.

　　 First promised to be reasonable, followed by a real threat. These debt collectors were finally "convinced" by Song Weiyang.

　　They are really afraid of the Song family playing bankruptcy tricks!

　　 "Okay, we will believe you once!" The debt collector of the glassware factory with the most debt suddenly stated that the cannery owed them more than 800,000 yuan, and it was impossible to get the full payment.

　　 "A wise choice!" Song Weiyang smiled.

　　 He must laugh, to make people believe that he is capable of paying back the money, and the sadness of his father's imprisonment can only be temporarily put aside.

　　 These people didn't ask Song Weiyang to write any guarantee, and they left with complicated feelings, and they talked in twos and threes.

　　 Guo Xiaolan glanced at the reporters who had not left, and whispered: "Let's go back too."

　　...

　　 A 17-year-old high school student keeps saying that he can earn millions in half a year, and no one will believe it.

Those debt collectors didn’t believe it. They were just frightened by the threat of bankruptcy. They were afraid that they would not get a penny. In the mid-1990s, there was a sudden wave of bankruptcy in China, and most of them were playing "fake bankruptcy, real bankruptcy" The trick of evading debts.

　　 Song Weiyang’s family didn’t believe it either. After returning home, the mother and eldest brother sat with frown, racking their brains and couldn’t think of a quick way to get money.

　　 "Brother, can the cannery still be started?" Song Weiyang asked.

　　 Song Qizhi said depressed: "What are you still working on? The warehouses are full. I have been running the market for these two months, and the advertising costs have dropped by hundreds of thousands, but the canned food in the factory can't be sold at all."

　　 Song Weiyang began to help the elder brother organize his thoughts: "Brother, have you ever thought about why can't our cans be sold?"

Song Qizhi said: “In the past, all gifts were given with malted milk extract and canned food. Now gifts are given instead of health products. Only a small number of farmers use canned food as gifts. Also, I heard that Europe and the United States have joined forces in anti-dumping against Chinese canned food. Large canned food companies are unable to export, so they engage in price reduction competition in the country, and small and medium-sized canneries are forced to wait to die."

　　 Song Weiyang analyzed: "In other words, the pressure of competition is increasing, but the market size is decreasing."

　　 "So there is no way!" Song Qizhi said.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Then have you ever thought about changing the positioning of canned food? We don't sell canned food as gifts, but daily consumer goods."

　　 "It's useless," Song Qizhi repeatedly shook his head, "Who buys canned food and plays with it? With that spare money, it's better to buy drinks, biscuits and candies."

　　 Song Weiyang said again: "We can..."

"Stop talking," Song Qizhi didn't want to discuss anymore. "The cannery is definitely not saved. Not only our factory, but the entire Chinese cannery. Brother, I know you want to help the family, but you don't understand many things. . You’d better study at ease and take a good university next year. UU reading www.uukanshu.com graduated and went to work in a foreign company in a big city. Only then can you live a decent life."

　　 Song Weiyang wanted to say more, but the eldest brother had already discussed the countermeasures with his mother, and the family didn't believe in his ability at all.

　　 After discussing for a while, my mother started calling frantically:

　　 "Hey, I'm looking for Manager Yang... I'm Guo Xiaolan from Jiafeng Winery... Manager Yang isn't there... OK, I'll call you back."

　　 "Hey, President Zhang, this is Guo Xiaolan... You want a meeting... That's OK, I'll talk about it another day."

　　 "Hey, Manager Li..."

　　 Guo Xiaolan made more than a dozen calls in one breath, all of whom were close friends in the past. It was obvious that he did not borrow a cent.

　　 Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua has brought her son back from the hospital. She said, "Should I go back to my natal house and ask?"

　　 Guo Xiaolan shook his head and said, "My family is upright, he probably didn't save a lot of money."

　　 Cai Fanghua’s father was also the director of a state-owned enterprise before, but he retired three years ago. Only his elder brother worked in the Qingshui Yamen of the Archives Bureau.

　　 Brother Song was smoking a cigarette, and said helplessly: "Just file for bankruptcy."

　　 My mother was a little moved and worried, "I'm afraid that the government will not approve it. There is no precedent for the bankruptcy of a private company in our city."

　　 Brother Song said: "Although people take the tea to cool, but dad still retains a bit of face. It shouldn't be difficult to file for bankruptcy because of activities."

　　'S mother clapped and said: "I will go to the leader tomorrow!"

　　 Song Weiyang didn't speak any more, and let him say that if he broke the sky, his family would not believe that he really had that ability. His only contribution was to propose a solution to bankruptcy, leaving at least a way out for his mother and brother.

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