The night is short and long!

The two sat opposite each other, had some tea and chess, and had in-depth and extensive conversations around the past and future of emerging factories. There was no grudge, no scheming, no magnanimity, and no esteeism. It was like an old friend of decades, who had opened his heart and talked for a long time, saying whatever he had, as if spring water flowed through the bluestone, looking comfortable and comfortable.

Ji Zheng is a cruel and wild person. He is not a person who is inferior to others. However, after years of polishing, he realized that things in the world are like chess, without a backer or platform. Relying on oneself to work hard for a lifetime is just the life of a pawn. Therefore, he has become gold after hundreds of refinements. Whether it is a person or a person, his mind or means, he has become more stable and experienced than before.

Wen Liang likes Ji Zheng now!

Before I knew it, the sky was light and I could hear the noise of people who were getting up in the morning outside. Wen Liang stretched, pinched his shoulders, which were a little sore, and smiled and said, "I'm a little hungry, what's delicious nearby?"

"There is a small restaurant next to the factory. Others are just fine, but the sweet foam and fried oil whirlpool taste delicious, so you must try it."

"Okay, listen to you, go and try it!"

When I arrived at the store, I found out that this restaurant was actually the famous Zhangjia Youxuan branch in Guanshan. When talking about oily rice, everyone who has eaten it liked it. When a great man came to Guanshan for inspection, he did not forget to pack twenty pieces, so that Ji Xianlin personally wrote an inscription for the Zhang family: Soft and crispy aroma, oily ricey blade, which shows how popular it is.

Wen Liang ate five of them in one go and drank them with sweet foam. It was a delicious food in the world. In fact, real food is often seen in the market, and the plain prescriptions are true, and the foods carefully crafted from dozens of ingredients have a unique touching style.

"The branch of Qinghe Soy Milk has been opened to Guanshan. You should absorb this kind of local specialty food..."

Wen Liang just said casually, and didn't expect Ji Zheng to answer. He was not Li Shengli, so he probably didn't know much about Qinghe. Unexpectedly, Ji Zheng was a person who was interested. He smiled and said, "I mentioned it to Shengli at the last party. I heard that Qinghe had already sent someone to contact him when he entered Guanshan. It seemed that because those who are famous like the Zhang family were secret recipes from ancestors, they refused to resell them easily. No matter how high the price was, they were helpless. Shengli didn't want to smash Qinghe's sign with other defective products, so he put it aside for the time being..."

"If you can't buy it, you can think of other ways. If you are poor, you will change. If you change, you will be able to do so. In the future, you will definitely encounter such a situation. You can't help but not sell it, so we can't do anything!"

Seeing that Wen Liang had a rebuke of Li Shengli, Ji Zheng suddenly regretted the fact that he had lost his intestines. He did not intend to sue others for the wrongdoing in front of Wen Liang, and hurriedly explained: "I don't know much about the specific situation. I believe that Victory has its own arrangements. Qinghe made several major moves this year and will soon open the branch to Su Hai. I have always envied this achievement from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Liang smiled and said, "You, you're not leaking." However, he didn't mention this topic again, and he also felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say these words in front of Ji Zheng. People have reached a certain position. Too much to consider when speaking and doing things is boring.

After dinner, Ji Zheng invited Wen Liang to go to the factory and talk to the management. Wen Liang was about to agree, but his phone rang, a message with only a short line of words. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head and smiled, "No, there is something to do when he returns to Qingzhou. I will meet you next time I come here."

"Then, do you want me to arrange a driver... I haven't slept all night and I'm not good at driving with fatigue..."

"I underestimate me, don't say that I'll stay up all night, I just stay up for three days and three nights, wash my face with a handful of water, nothing happened!"

Wen Liang joked and turned around and was about to get on the bus. Ji Zheng remembered something and asked, "When we are working hard in the south, should we continue to strengthen cooperation with Qinghua Factory?"

Wen Liang thought about it and said, "The path Qinghua Factory should take is different from ours. In the future, in addition to technical communication, the intersection of business will gradually decrease..."

Qinghua Factory has much deeper foundation than emerging factories, and its technical reserves are relatively complete in many fields. Once the assets are revitalized, it is easier to ask the government for policies or investment from banks. Under Wen Huaiming's strong adjustment, its goal will focus on the fields of chlor-alkali chemicals, rubber processing and chemical machinery. The caustic soda, neoprene, propylene oxide and polyvinyl chloride produced will be among the forefront of the country, and chlor-alkali equipment has a lower cost, circular economy, and clean production.

Features are also being prepared to build a production line for all-steel radial tires, semi-steel radial tires, aviation tires, giant engineering tires, and other high-tech contents such as polysulfide rubber, rubber sealing products, new process soft and hard carbon black, and other high-value-added products. Once the full effort is made, it is conceivable that it will become an iconic giant state-owned enterprise in China's chemical industry. This is a product of the combination of innate advantages and acquired efforts. If emerging factories cannot learn it, there is no need to learn it!

As for Wen Liang's request to reduce Ji Zheng's business transactions, he was thinking from a political perspective. The emerging factory had previously entrusted names to others, and cross-holding with Qinghua Factory was not eye-catching. Now that the curtain has been revealed, it is inevitable that people will suspect that Wen Liang used Wen Huaiming's hand to divide state-owned assets. Although all accounts are banned from checking, Wen Liang even suffered a small loss in some aspects, but he was full of words and destroyed the bones. As the saying goes, it is better to have less trouble under the melon field and plum trees.

Ji Zheng nodded and said, "I understand. The business in the south will set up another branch to do it, and it will no longer have anything to do with Qinghua Factory."

After leaving the Xinxing Factory, Wen Liang drove to a luxurious bathing center in the downtown area. When he entered the door, there was a beautiful lady wearing a cheongsam standing on each side. Her towering breasts and fair thighs made people instantly swell up adrenal hormones.

"Welcome!"

The two women folded their hands under their belly and bowed at the same time. The wide-open collared lapels showed deep ravines. This set of luxurious clubs in later generations is actually no longer popular. The higher the elegance, the more elegant it is to decorate it, and it is important to be kept intimate without revealing it. However, in the mid-1990s, people's knowledge was just in line with the south, so it was fashionable to have such a service.

Wen Liang smiled and walked straight to the front desk. A beautiful lady at the front desk asked enthusiastically: "Welcome, sir, do you want a private room or go to the lobby?"

“Subscribe to private room!”

Wen Liang reported the room number, and the lady standing on the other side came over and led him upstairs. When he arrived at the door, Wen Liang smiled and said, "I'll just go in by myself."

"Okay, sir, just call the front desk if you have any needs."

Watching the girl leave, Wen Liang looked around and found no suspicious person. He reached out and knocked on the door, and then pushed in. The private room was expected to be luxurious, but it was nothing in the eyes of Uncle Wen, who had been influenced by various entertainment venues in later generations. Gao Zhan was walking on one of the massage tables, holding a swallow smoke with his left finger, and his whole face was covered by the rising smoke. At first glance, it felt a bit ghostly.

"Mr. Wen, you are here!"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Gao Zhan raised his head consciously. After seeing clearly that it was Wen Liang, he hurriedly got off the bed, with an excited look on his face. Since he followed Lei Fang to the capital, he has met Wen Liang alone for so long.

Wen Liang stretched out his hand, hugged him tightly, then looked up and down, and said, "Are you in good health?"

He asked Gao Zhan's hand. He helped Lei Fang block a shot and destroyed all three fingers on his right hand. This kind of trauma was a huge blow to people, both physically and mentally. Gao Zhan did not speak, and took a step back and saw no movement in his left hand that had been hanging. Suddenly there was a flashing cold light between his fingers, which flew back and forth between several fingers, full of rhythmic beauty like dancing. Then he beautifully pulled a knife flower and suddenly disappeared.

High war, it’s still the same high war!

Wen Liang patted his shoulder and said, "Sit down, how can you get out?"

Gao Zhan is now Lei Fang's close confidant, and it is usually difficult to have time to move freely. He smiled and said, "I like to take a bath. Mr. Lei knows it. It's probably once or twice a week. I will give me some personal time."
Chapter completed!