Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"I finally waited for you. I postponed all my afternoon activities just to see you.

Any news?"

When Liu Qiwen saw Fang Xiang, he picked up a Zhonghua cigarette on the table, picked one and threw it over.

"That's what you want to hear?"

Fang Xiang picked up the cigarette, lit it, and smiled.

"You know what I want to know."

Liu Qiwen turned his head slightly and glanced at Fang Xiang out of the corner of his eye.

“You want to get money, but your attitude is so bad.

gone! "

Fang Xiang exhaled a puff of smoke and just walked away.

“Hey, hey, hey!

Brother-in-law, brother-in-law!

I was wrong, I admit it to you."

Liu Qiwen was able to bend and stretch, and to be able to do things in a big or small way.

He immediately stood up from his seat, took two steps at a time, walked around the desk, and grabbed Fang Xiang who was about to leave.

"Look at you, you are old and still not serious.

Come on, sit down and talk.

I'll pour you some water."

It was unclear whether Liu Qiwen was crying or laughing, but the expression on his face was very complicated. At a young age of over 50, he had become the mayor of a city, which was rare in the country.

But now it was the same as when I first met Fang Xiang twenty years ago.

"If you treat your God of Wealth in this way, I doubt how you treat other people."

After Fang Xiang sat down, he picked up the refilled cup of tea by Liu Qiwen and deliberately made a joke.

"Bah, only you can do that."

Liu Qiwen wanted to laugh at this moment, but the result of his failure in facial expression management was evident on his face.

“In the future, there will be more and more wealthy people.

But relatively speaking, rich people have fewer places where they need to spend their money.

You see, from now on, local officials will have to curry favor with the rich."

Fang Xiang shook his head. Many officials still have the idea of ​​officialism in their minds.

Around the 90s and 00s, many officials shamelessly begged for investment for the sake of political achievements and GDP.

In other words, after that, the foundation was established and the bottom line of officials in dealing with wealthy businessmen was raised a lot.

Each era has its own characteristics, and Liu Qiwen obviously has not yet changed.

"Yes, yes, brother-in-law, you are right.

When will the money arrive? We are all waiting eagerly for it.”

Liu Qiwen certainly understood what Fang Xiang meant.

But over the years, all the credit he had was paid for by Fang Xiang.

If we put aside the path paved by Fang Xiang and Liu's father, not many people know how capable Liu Qiwen himself is.

“I’ve already arrived. As soon as I got off the plane, I called Hong Kong Island.

Go check the special account now."

Fang Xiang picked up the teacup, blew away the foam on it, and took a sip.

It is already the end of October. Although Shanghai is in the south, the temperature is obviously much lower.

He almost caught a cold while enjoying the air conditioning in Hong Kong Island a while ago.

I am only over 40 years old, which is the prime of my life. But for some reason, I have obviously felt that my physical condition is not as good as before in the past two years.

It seems that I was sitting in the office for too long and lacked exercise?

“That’s good, that’s good.

You don’t know, because of this matter, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep well for the past month.

I couldn’t even take care of Fanfan’s job search after graduation.”

Seeing Fang Xiang took a sip of tea, Liu Qiwen quickly picked up the kettle and refilled the cup.

Until the funds had arrived in the account, Liu Qiwen was no longer in a hurry and started chatting about family matters.

"Fanfan has graduated? Isn't he going to study for a doctorate?"

When seeing Liu Qiwen mention his daughter Fanfan, Fang Xiang remembered the little girl who was loved by everyone like a little kid twenty years ago.

When I first met Fanfan, he was only three years old, just babbling and learning to talk.

Because Fanfan looks very much like her mother, fair and plump with big eyes, Fang Xiang likes this little girl very much.

Every time I go to Liu’s house, I put some White Rabbit milk candy in my pocket.

So every time Xiao Fanfan saw me, he would run over from far away to ask for candy.

“I don’t want to study anymore. I don’t have the talent, so don’t force it.

It’s already very hard to study for a master’s degree now, and if you study for a doctorate, you’ll miss out on important life events.”

Liu Qiwen shook his head and lit a cigarette for himself.

"It's a pity that Fanfan is studying medicine, otherwise I could still take care of her.

How about I ask around and find her a good mentor?"

Fang Xiang remembered that the last time she saw Fanfan, she had grown into a graceful and graceful young lady.

Compared to the cuteness she had when she was a child, she is even more beautiful and likable.

"Goodbye, I'm already 26 and still single.

If I grow up a little bit, I’ll become an old maid that no one wants...”

Liu Qiwen sighed.

"Which unit are you going to now?"

Fang Xiang nodded.

“It’s good to stay in school and be a teacher.

Let’s not talk about this anymore. Do you want to go to Pudong with me and take a look around?”

Liu Qiwen flicked the ash off his cigarette, although the tone of his voice sounded like Fanfan was not doing well enough.

But the gleam in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"No, just do your thing.

I still have to go to Shanghai Automobile, and people are waiting for me there.

I don’t understand government affairs or economic matters, so you guys can handle them.”

Fang Xiang waved his hand, put out the cigarette he had just taken a puff of, and prepared to get up.

"Do you still remember the development you did in Rongcheng a few years ago?"

Liu Qiwen also stood up and prepared to see Fang Xiang off.

But his mouth didn't stop.

"Remember, what, do you have an idea?"

Fang Xiang frowned. It was now 87, and there were still ten years before real estate development was completely liberalized in the previous life.

When GAC originally settled in Guangzhou, Fang Xiang also mentioned that he wanted to acquire a piece of land for development.

But later Fang Xiang let it go.

It was because of the real estate project that he developed during his time at Factory 132 that it attracted the attention of quite a few people in the country.

At that time, the voices were so loud that Fang Xiang mistakenly thought that the industry was going to be opened up.

Fortunately, a few words at that time persuaded Mr. Liu, and he stopped the real estate development project in Yangcheng from top to bottom.

Fang Xiang naturally didn't want to open the box so soon.

“Many state-owned enterprises want to acquire land for development.

After all, Pudong is too big. Even if the government is responsible in the early stages, it will be a huge burden for so many state-owned enterprises and units under the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission to develop such a large piece of land.

So someone is thinking of the pilot project you did in Chengdu."

Liu Qiwen stood at the door with his hand on the handle, but was not in a hurry to open the door.

What I mean is that I want to finish talking about this matter before leaving.

"What do you mean?"

Fang Xiang naturally noticed this detail and frowned.

It’s not because Liu Qiwen didn’t want to let him go so soon, but because he knew the bottom line of some people in the country too well.

"How do you feel about opening up some land to a limited extent?"

Liu Qiwen lowered his voice.

“You want to do a pilot?”

Fang Xiang's eyes turned and he immediately understood what Liu Qiwen meant.

At this critical juncture in 87, the domestic private economy began to rise, and companies of all sizes sprang up all over the country like bamboo shoots after an upheaval.

No one mentioned the issue of the capitalist tail anymore.

The crime of speculation and profiteering also disappeared quietly.

Last year, many people had to stay in jail for several years for the same thing, but this year they were given big red flowers and were featured in the newspapers.

Liu Qiwen, who is at the forefront of the policy, understands this best.

"..."

Liu Qiwen said nothing, but just stared at Fang Xiang with burning eyes.