Chapter 30: There is winter in the north, but is there in the south?

The conversation with Song Chengfeng did not last long, because Wang Qibu actually had very little to say, and the corresponding thing was to give Song Chengfeng more time to consider. After returning home and acting cute with his parents for a while, Wang Qibu ran to the study and called his grandfather Wang Yucai.

"Hey." After a few "beep" sounds, Wang Yucai's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Grandpa, I am Qibu." Wang Qibu said sweetly.

"It's Qibu. Call my grandfather at this time. I don't know if I miss my grandfather or have caused some trouble?" After hearing that the other party was his precious grandson Wang Qibu, the originally low voice on the other side of the phone was instantly filled with love.

"How could Qibu be so obedient, how could he get into trouble? And I miss my grandfather every day, and it may not be because of this." This is a very cunning answer. Wang Yucai could even imagine the little fox-like smirk of his grandson Wang Qibu after saying this on the phone.

"You are a little sloppy. OK, okay. Just tell me what you have to do." Wang Yucai cursed with a smile.

"Grandpa, what I want to say is a serious matter and a good thing." Wang Qibu first set his own personality and then said, "I want to bring a wealthy Hong Kong capitalist to Songjiang Province to invest. Do you think this is a serious matter and a good thing?"

"Well, I have a good idea. Let me tell you about the causes and consequences in detail." After hearing Wang Qibu's words, Wang Yucai not only did not laugh, but instead asked patiently. This result was not entirely because Wang Qibu has been extraordinary since childhood, but also because of his good history of never letting go of empty talk.

"Song." After hanging up the phone, Provincial Party Secretary Wang Yucai fell into deep thought.

When Wang Qibu and Song Chengfeng sat together again, it was already the next afternoon. In the small and small family, they were quietly tasting fragrant tea in the early 1990s. They were competing for patience or intoxicating it and didn't say anything.

"Seven Steps, you have made my uncle more knowledgeable. It is not easy for a young man to reach this level, not easy." After a long time, Song Chengfeng spoke first.

"Uncle Song has been awarded for the award. Qibu just often drinks tea with his master and is slightly influenced." Wang Qibu said modestly.

"Oh? I really want to hear your teacher." Not to mention anything else, just saying that one can cultivate a monster like Wang Qibu is enough to arouse Song Chengfeng's curiosity.

"My master is Mr. Yunlan." Wang Qibu seemed to answer casually, but anyone could hear that there was something wrong with this answer.

"Mr. Yun Lan, President of the Chinese Folklore Association?" Even if the news about Song Chengfeng was no longer blocked, he still heard of Yun Lan, who was regarded as the name of the contemporary living god by the famous Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong.

"The old man is indeed on the job at the Chinese Folk Customs Association." Wang Qibu nodded slightly.

"Then what is your master?" If it were normal, Song Chengfeng would no longer ask this question through the jumping answer before Wang Qibu, but he still asked in a hurry.

"Tang Feng. The position and level are the highest secrets of this country." This is a question that Wang Qibu should not have answered, or even if the other party asks, he should continue to answer vaguely.

"I'm sorry, Qibu, uncle has made you embarrassed." Hearing Wang Qibu's answer, Song Chengfeng also realized that he had made a mistake. At the same time, he was grateful to Wang Qibu for his respect and trust and answered his questions to the greatest extent.

"How are Uncle Song thinking?" After giving a "no matter" smile, Wang Qibu asked.

"Actually, there is no need to consider it. To be honest, the Song family has long been interested in investing in the mainland. The delay in taking action is due to the uncertainty of the political climate." Song Chengfeng said openly and fairly.

"In fact, since the early 1980s, the political climate of mainland China on the Hong Kong issue has actually been very clear. The so-called suspicion is just a beautiful expectation that some people are destined to not realize. And while they are worried and afraid, hasn't anyone coveted the huge market in the mainland?" On the issue of territoriality, Wang Qibu seems to be very righteous.

"How could it not be? But, hey." This is indeed a tangled question, so Song Chengfeng's answer was also particularly tangled.

"Uncle Song thinks what is the place in Songjiang?" Wang Qibu started to showdown.

"How is Songjiang thinking about Song's family?" As if he was playing a puzzle, Song Chengfeng asked back.

"Hehe, Songjiang welcomes you." Wang Qibu said and smiled.

After the conversation, Song Chengfeng went back to Hong Kong directly, but not long after, he returned to the mainland with the inspection team and rushed to Songjiang. As Wang Qibu expected, what disappointed Song Chengfeng was that the provincial party secretary Wang Yucai did not attend the relevant reception activities. In theory, Songjiang Province is a major agricultural province in northern China, and its industry has basically maintained its scale in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Due to geographical factors, the development here is not as good as the two adjacent provinces, and it is even more different from the southeast coastal provinces with a superior environment. It can even be said that compared to Song Chengfeng, Songjiang Province needs him, a capitalist with a lot of funds. So even if Wang Qibu's threading needles and threads are not included, Wang Yucai, as the lord of the province, should have expressed his intention when greeting, but he did not do so.

Under the guidance of the government-accompanied personnel led by Vice Governor Jiang Li, Song Chengfeng and his party visited several factories, farmlands, breeding plants, and some water conservancy projects and roads around Songcheng, which gave Song's party a relatively real and clear impression of Songjiang Province. However, what is little known is that the road map of this collaborative inspection was modified on a large scale. In the original route, Song Chengfeng and his party would have been taken to the business district, model industrial park, grain production base, and some scenic spots in the center of the province's city. In short, if the previous route is followed, the Song and his party can only see some one-sided and packaged things. The person who modified the road map was Wang Yucai, who did not appear in this collaborative inspection. Perhaps this was his way of expressing and welcoming.

"Chairman, does the Songjiang government not pay attention to us?" At the company's closed-door meeting after one day's inspection, a Song executive expressed his thoughts.

"Haha, why do you say that?" Song Chengfeng asked with a smile.

"When I was the vice president of the company before, I also visited the mainland. It should be because I wanted to leave us an impression, so during that inspection, local government departments usually took us to the most advanced and excellent enterprises in the region, or highlight projects in the region. However, today we visited some relatively common and popular projects." The executive who asked the question answered.

"Leave a good impression? No. No. No. Don't forget that we are here to invest. This is related to the future and development of the company. So what the Song family urgently needs is definitely not a good impression, but the truth. I believe that the reason why Songjiang's government arranged this way is definitely not because it is underestimating us, but because it is responsible for us." Song Chengfeng said firmly. Through this alternative itinerary, he had already understood some of Wang Yucai's thoughts.

"Also, Chairman. I think even if you invest in the mainland, you don't have to choose to go to Songjiang. Put good government factors, heating costs, temperature restrictions, and transportation that do not have advantages on the balance. This is still a problem, which is more important," another executive also expressed his concerns.

Song Chengfeng, who did not answer the question of the executive, returned to the room late, but not long after, the phone at the bedside rang.

"Hey." Song Chengfeng answered the phone.

"Hello Mr. Song, I am Secretary Wang of the Provincial Party Committee, and my surname is Jin." Jin Songlin's voice came over on the other side of the phone.

"Hello Secretary Jin. Is there anything wrong?" Although he had guessed it was almost impossible to tell anything in his heart, Song Chengfeng asked out of politeness.

"The secretary wants to invite you to take a ride at home, and the car is downstairs of your hotel." Sure enough, Jin Songlin immediately confirmed Song Chengfeng's speculation.

"Okay, I'll get down right away."

"Secretary. Mr. Song is here." Under the leadership of Jin Songlin, Song Chengfeng came to Wang Yucai's study room.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Song, sit down." Wang Yucai, who put down the documents in his hand and sat upright behind the desk, said.

"Hello, Secretary Wang, you should call me Cheng Feng." After sitting down, Song Chengfeng said respectfully.

"Okay. Chengfeng, come to Songjiang to invest. My grandson has expressed his opinion for me. Songjiang welcomes you." Wang Yucai, who is good at addressing the topic of title, said.

"I also told Qibu that Song's idea of ​​coming to the mainland for investment was very early, but it was only due to political factors that it has been delayed until now. Now that we have such an opportunity, we can make a journey. After all, I still have to thank Qibu and your old ones for visiting and researching in the mainland. "Songfeng said sincerely.

"I don't have to thank me. If Song's trip can really gain something, seven steps are the most important contribution. My grandson has never had to worry about adults since he was a child, and he often worrys about adults, which makes me as a grandfather ashamed." Wang Yucai seemed to be a joke, but who knows how much of the meaning of the past and present contains?

"Yes, I have always been disdainful of the so-called geniuses who were young and appointed as ministers in ancient times, and believed that there were many legends. It was not until after seeing Qibu, that I deeply felt that if such a child was placed in ancient times, even if he was a young man, he would definitely not be a false statement." Song Chengfeng said, and since he saw him, uh, or when he read the King Qibu, he strongly praised him.

"Cheng Feng, the words I made just now may be a little different from what you understand. If Qibu did only what you know, even if I protect my child, at most I will only remember the first merit of my grandson, but the contribution was indeed over." After hearing Song Chengfeng's already highly praised Wang Qibu, Wang Yu seemed to be stubborn and wanted to add another fire.

"Oh? Is there anything else I don't know?" Song Chengfeng was eager to know some news that was destined to be amazing or gratifying without saying it.
Chapter completed!