Chapter 474 I Am Illiterate

The gate post of Luohua Manor is considered well-informed, and no one dares to stop at the door.

But when they heard that foreign friends were coming, they couldn't help being surprised: People from Southern Silla must consider their international influence.

Everyone knows the country’s attitude towards foreign friends, and there is no need to elaborate on this.

The two guards did not dare to make the decision, so they directly informed Mr. Feng through the intercom.

Feng Jun was annoyed when he heard this, "As long as they don't have a search warrant or arrest warrant, they will hang it outside. This is my home!"

Menggang's voice was a little trembling, "This person is from China Merchants Bureau. He said he admires Chinese culture and wants to communicate with you."

"I'm just illiterate. I don't have the qualifications to communicate with others, so I won't embarrass the Chinese people." Feng Jun threw the walkie-talkie on the sofa, "Nah... what the hell."

The person who came today was the chief director of the China Merchants Bureau, named Zhao Wenwen. When he saw that the mountain gate was still not open, he became annoyed and asked, "Can you afford the consequences if you don't open the door?"

The two doormen wanted to protect Mr. Feng, but the other party was too powerful, so they could only reply, "Boss, this is a private contracting place, and we are both working part-time, so why do you have to make things difficult for us?"

"You don't care about the overall situation, do you?" Director Zhao's face became darker and darker, but he still didn't dare to speak loudly. There were foreign friends behind him, "Bullying the little boy of China Merchants Group? Believe it or not, I can... with just a phone call... Has your mountain gate been pushed open?"

The short gatekeeper was unhappy, "If you want to destroy our jobs, we won't be able to resist... then you can find someone to push you away."

After all, by following Master Feng, Menggang has become more confident.

Director Zhao was furious when he heard this and was about to explode when he suddenly saw a motorcycle approaching on the mountain road, so he smiled coldly and said, "There are still people who understand. You two... learn from it."

The two men looked at each other, then looked back, and they were both shocked, oh, hold the grass...how did you get Gao Qiang?

Gao Qiang parked his motorcycle more than 300 meters away, took off the tripod from the car, carried it directly to the pavilion of Pump No. 1, set up the tripod, and placed a camera with the lens facing the mountain gate.

The two gatekeepers watched helplessly as he completed all the operations, then turned their heads with relief on their faces, and their eyes became quite playful - Aren't you going to push the mountain gate? Push it.

When Director Zhao saw this, he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then adjusted his mentality.

There is no fool who can sit in his position. He can yell at the two gate guards, but when Luohua Manor also shows obvious hostility, he has to reconsider.

The owner of Luohua Manor is a billionaire, maybe even worth over one billion - well, this is not particularly important. In an official-based society, no matter how much money you have, it means nothing in the face of power.

The key to the problem is that Luohua Manor is very close to Yuan Zihao, who is an official in the capital, and he will be in the capital when he retires.

Chaoge people may not care about Yuan Zihao, but because they are pursuing interests, Zheng Yang is looking for political achievements and political correctness, and they really don't want to see the old man twist his lips.

Zhao Wenwen thought about it calmly, raised his hand, and waved at the people in the pavilion.

Gao Qiang was unambiguous. He waved when he saw him, played with the camera again, then walked out of the pavilion and rode over on a motorcycle.

He parked his motorcycle behind the door, parked his car and walked over. He looked at Director Zhao and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Director Zhao still wanted to take the stand, so he raised his hand and pointed at the camera in the booth, and asked with a dark face, "What do you mean?"

"What do you care about me?" Gao Qiang's face darkened and he replied stiffly. He was a retired soldier and his mission was to combat counterfeit Chinese medicine. How could he have such a good temper? "This land is contracted by Mr. Feng. It's not your turn to tell me what I do!"

Director Zhao failed to show off and was choked half to death. However, he was not angry. Instead, he discovered a new situation because the other party talked too much, "Your accent...is from Beijing?"

"I'm from the capital," Gao Qiang didn't hide it. He looked at him coldly, "Even if I'm from Zhengyang, you don't have the right to tell me what to do, do you understand?"

Do you know who I am? Zhao Wenwen was a little angry and wanted to ask this question.

However, he just thought about it. In this situation, he could not be impulsive. "What do you call Minister Yuan and Mr. Yuan?"

"I came here with the old man and his family," Gao Qiang said with a slight raise of his chin, full of aura, "I like the scenery here and plan to stay here permanently and help plant trees by the way."

Director Zhao was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile on his face, "Well welcome, Zheng Yang welcomes you volunteers, but since you are from the capital, you should also know that when managing a place, sometimes you need to have a sense of the overall situation. .”

"Talk about the sense of the overall situation, yes, the capital also talks about this," Gao Qiang looked at him expressionlessly, "But if you tell me this... is it useful? I'm just helping Mr. Feng with some work."

"Hey, little brother," Director Zhao sighed and pointed to the back of the post box, "Can we go over there to smoke a cigarette and have a chat?"

What's wrong with this? Gao Qiang's temper was not very good, but it was impossible for him to offend Feng Jun, so the two hid in the shade and chatted.

Director Zhao explained the cause and effect, "...since you know Mr. Yuan, you must know that Feng always has the ability to cure vegetative patients, and once this injured friend from South Silla recovers, he will invest in building a factory in Zhengyang to save the country." Li is also paying close attention to this matter."

Gao Qiang waited patiently for him to finish, then shook his head, "First of all, I don't know how Mr. Yuan was cured; secondly, Mr. Feng himself does not have a medical qualification certificate..."

"It's easy to get a medical qualification certificate," Director Zhao said bluntly, "We can lend him a clinic. This is considered traditional Chinese medicine care, and no one will pursue him without a certificate."

"Do you know how to be polite?" Gao Qiang frowned, "Can you listen to what I have to say before you speak?"

Director Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth. He just thought that the other party listened patiently to what he said, that he listened, and that the co-writer was of high quality.

Gao Qiang continued, "The third thing is that even if Mr. Feng can cure the vegetative state, he has no obligation to take action."

"I strongly disagree with what you say," Director Zhao said sternly, "Inviting investment is not only Zheng Yang's business, it is also our national policy. This overall situation must be discussed."

Gao Qiang responded with a sneer, "Haha, do you dare to believe South Silla's investment promotion? After the tax preferential policy ends, are you sure he can stay?"

In fact, these words are a bit salty and careless, but since he has a Beijing accent, it is normal to speak like this.

Director Zhao was also quite speechless. South Silla's reputation in this regard was really not very good. There used to be a large number of South Silla companies that ran away completely when the tax preferential period ended.

Not to mention the internal reference, this matter has even been reported in newspapers in society.

He didn't want to tell the other party about his horizons, so he could only say, "You also know that Mr. Ge who greeted the city is an important investor in Zheng Yang. This reputation is sold by the city."

Gao Qiang has also heard of Mr. Ge. His investments are not limited to Zhengyang. He has made large investments in many provinces. In labor-intensive industries, although the wages are not high and the labor intensity is not small, he has solved too many problems. Many jobs.

This person has great influence in China. Even when Yuan Zihao has not retreated, he still has to be polite when he sees this person.

However, Gao Qiang didn't have a good impression of this man. He sneered, "What's wrong with Mr. Feng if you're trying to sell him off? His investment of several billion to build a factory is an investment, while Mr. Feng's investment of several billion to plant trees is not an investment." ?"

Can investing several hundred million and investing billions be the same thing? Director Zhao snorted in his heart, this is an order of magnitude difference.

But it's meaningless to say this, and he doesn't want to offend anyone. "I've made it clear. I suggest you tell Mr. Feng that if you can be friends, why push yourself to your opponent's side?"

Gao Qiang also didn't expect that Mr. Ge would be involved in this matter.

If Secretary Shen was not a screw-up, he could have named this person first and then continued the conversation with Feng Jun. However, he had to provoke Feng Jun a little first, which made it impossible to talk about the matter. Naturally, there was no need to continue talking. Mr. Tige - it's all in vain.

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Gao Qiang had a bad impression of Mr. Ge, but he couldn't guarantee Feng Jun's attitude, so he just smiled indifferently, "There are Korean doctors in South Silla, why are you looking for a Chinese doctor to join in the fun?"

Director Zhao felt that the other party was a little weak, so he took the opportunity to apply pressure, "In this way, we can't keep our friends in South Silla waiting. How about putting the car in first?"

Gao Qiang replied lazily, "Only Mr. Feng has the authority to let the car in. It's useless for you to tell me this."

Director Zhao stood up and said, "It seems I have to say hello to Mr. Yuan."

"Then you go say hello," Gao Qiang watched him leave and said disapprovingly - if the master doesn't want to let him go, it won't work even if Elder Yuan says it.

But what he said was that if a new situation occurred, he would definitely call Feng Jun to report it.

When Feng Jun heard that it was Mr. Ge who was greeting the city, he sneered, "His surname is Ge and my surname is Feng. Why should I listen to him?"

Not to mention Gao Qiang, Feng Jun's impression of this person was not very good.

He is no stranger to Mr. Ge. After all, this person has made huge investments in Pengcheng, and Pengcheng has no shortage of legends about him.

Leaving aside Pengcheng, just talking about Mr. Ge's investment here, it can be said that he chose Zheng Yang, but at the same time, how could it not be that Zheng Yang made him successful?

The labor-intensive industries he invested in were purely based on quantity, with low profits. They also exploited workers extremely hard, with high work intensity and long working hours.

For Mr. Ge, production costs must be strictly controlled, otherwise he will not make money, but for workers, if they have other choices, they will never choose to go to his factory.

The factories this person invested overseas can be evidence.

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