Reinventing the Millennium

As the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and it is better to be helped by noble people than to travel thousands of miles.

As a well-known farmland king and cattle and sheep owner in Yingzhou, Liu Bo was no longer satisfied with enjoying the envious eyes of his fellow villagers in his hometown, and wanted to develop in the provincial capital.

He is only forty-five this year. Not only can he do things at this age, he can even give birth to a son!

Unfortunately, the road to the city is not easy. In the past year, Liu Bo has been hampered even if he started his own business in the counties and villages below Luzhou. This time he heard that there was a large-scale industry promotion conference in the city, but he spent a lot of effort to get in.

However, even though he was here, he was still confused about the relationship in the provincial capital. He had accidentally heard that General Manager Chen Shuhu, the leader of a state-owned enterprise, would improve his career, but he didn't know how.

Anyway, in the past year, Liu Bo felt like a fly flying into a maze and bumping into walls everywhere. Now that he had caught a brother of General Manager Chen, he had to hurry up and find his way.

He felt that the two of them had talked enough and had enough foreplay.

"Brother Wan, you just came back. I have to tell you about this business experience. Our business is to make money by being friendly and have good character. We must keep in mind those who help us."

"I, Liu Bo, have been able to do what I have been able to do all these years because of this. I will not forget my brothers and thank those who helped me."

"If you don't believe it, just ask my brothers!"

Liu Bo felt that what he was implying was already obvious, but he was still worried that the young man next to him wouldn't understand. He thought about whether he should be more straightforward.

"Thank you Brother Liu for your heartfelt words."

Fang Zhuo finally spoke up, and the old man just had to call his secretary to come over and deliver the purple clay pot.

To put it bluntly, this kind of initiative is expected.

He said slightly reservedly: "I think Brother Liu is an honest man. If you want to develop in the provincial capital in the future, you can ask my brother more."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo clinked his glasses happily.

Fang Zhuo didn't go any further. His current identity belonged to the leader's younger brother, so stop there.

After a while, Liu Bo, who had drunk a lot of wine, felt that the silence between the two of them had been brewing for long enough. He raised his glass again and said: "Mr. Chen, are there any good opportunities now? Or, when will he have time? I'll invite you." He eats.”

"Brother Liu, as you can see, this industry promotion conference is quite large. My brother has been very busy recently." Fang Zhuo answered the following questions first, and then hesitated.

However, this hesitation was a wink to the blind man. Liu Bo turned around and bought another bottle of wine without seeing it at all.

Fortunately, Boss Liu was very persistent in his interest. He filled the bottle with wine and immediately asked with a smile: "I wonder if there is anyone here, Mr. Chen, who can give guidance to peasant entrepreneurs like us?"

Fang Zhuo discovered a problem. He didn't know whether Boss Liu was clear about it. Every time he was excited or wanted to show his honesty, he would turn into "I", which was extremely obvious.

"Well..." He hesitated again.

When Liu Bo saw that there was something going on, he quickly clinked glasses to drink.

Fang Zhuo waved his hand: "Brother Liu, Brother Liu, this is the limit of my drinking capacity. I can't drink anymore."

Liu Bo laughed and finished in one gulp. Many of his cooperations were done over the wine table. Now he has become close to the leader's brother through drinking. The familiar working method makes him feel good.

Seeing this, Fang Zhuo shook his head, gave a thumbs up, and said in admiration: "Brother Liu has a good drinker."

It seemed that because of this glass of wine, the leader's younger brother began to admire him, and his next words suddenly made Liu Bo's heart beat faster.

"Speaking of it, it's a coincidence. My brother happens to have a good opportunity here, so I wouldn't hesitate to talk to Brother Liu about it."

"He has a matter of corporate asset reorganization in his hands."

"Usually, this type of asset reorganization involves finding ways to find someone to take over the bad assets."

"But now, I don't know if Brother Liu has read the newspaper. Now there is a Red Star Rice Paper Factory..."

Fang Zhuo spoke slowly and slowly, as if he was tearing an onion layer by layer. Boss Liu was so moved that he shed tears before he even got to the heart.

"Red Star Rice Paper?" Liu Bo didn't forget to ask when Fang Zhuo was changing juice, "Is this factory making paper? Is it profitable?"

Fang Zhuo chuckled: "Can it still be considered a non-performing asset if it has huge profits? This matter has been mentioned time and time again in the newspapers."

Liu Bo was getting drunk, but he was used to thinking in this state, what do non-performing assets represent?

"Maybe you can see my brother's interview about this in the newspaper recently, and it says it's not easy to do." Fang Zhuo took a step closer, lowered his voice, and whispered mysteriously, "But in fact, in private, There’s a lot of competition to take over this factory.”

Liu Bo put down his wine glass and slapped his thigh. Otherwise, he couldn't open up the situation. People knew this kind of news earlier than he did.

Don't trust the news in newspapers, but trust the news in private!

Fang Zhuo took a sip of juice and smiled and stopped talking.

Liu Bo took the wine glass and touched the leader's brother's juice twice more.

However, Fang Zhuo did not express his sincerity, and instead began to chat casually about the current domestic economic development, occasionally including some appreciation of purple clay pots.

Speaking of which, when he was engaged in foreign trade in his previous life, his favorite thing was to give domestic works of art as gifts to foreign friends, which were both cheap and stylish. Of course, there were times when people didn't like this.

Liu Bo was so drunk that he finally couldn't bear it anymore after chatting patiently for a while.

He asked: "Brother Wan, have you decided where to develop now that you are back?"

Fang Zhuo smiled and shook his head. The progress of this sentence sounded another level. It is too late for the bosses to take the initiative. There are some things that do not need to be pointed out, and people will rush to get on with it.

"Brother Wan, how about we build a feed processing plant near the provincial capital? You provide the technology and I provide the money." Liu Bo enthusiastically suggested based on his experience.

The smile on Fang Zhuo's face was a little stiff. The approach was right, but the content was a bit unexpected.

He was stunned for a few seconds before responding rationally: "Feed processing factory, Brother Liu, haha, you really know how to joke."

Liu Bo's heart sank, his past experience failed! ! Brother Wan actually doesn’t want a feed processing factory!

Fang Zhuo adjusted his mood, took a sip of juice, and said calmly: "I don't know about those feeds, but my brother has a good suggestion. Luzhou is still lacking an information consulting company. "

"Information consulting company?" Liu Bo repeated, confused, "What can this do?"

"Now the economy is developing faster and faster, and there are more and more companies. Information consulting companies are here to give advice and point the way." Fang Zhuo said.

Liu Bo immediately praised: "Wan Laodi, this consulting company, is definitely good at this business. It's me, it's me who is reckless. Oh, a bigot like me has long wanted to try a developing industry."

He said without hesitation: "Brother Wan, let me get involved in your consulting company. People like you who have returned from abroad must help us farmer entrepreneurs."

Fang Zhuo smiled and took the initiative to raise the juice glass and clink it. What's the matter? You just want to give money.

Liu Bo drank another glass of wine this time, and said in his heart, what are you talking about? You two brothers just want money.