1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 492 Sweeping Away the Trap
Yanjing City,
There were several days of continuous rain recently, and the weather was gloomy.
This morning, after the rain stopped, a thin mist rose in the western suburbs.

"Nine out of ten foggy days are sunny."

In a private garden, a father and daughter are taking a walk.

The old man, wearing a fine cloth jacket, walked slowly along the path where the mist had not yet dissipated. He stretched out one hand and waved it in the air, saying with a smile, "No matter how heavy the rain, the weather will eventually clear up."

His daughter, supporting his elbow and slightly bowing, chuckled softly, "The weather in Yanjing has cleared up, but I heard it's been raining in Pengcheng lately."

The old man turned to look at her, his eyes inevitably somewhat cloudy, but that did not diminish the glimmer of light within them.

Like the rising sun through the mist, fleeting yet so real.

The father and daughter passed by a oleander tree in full bloom beside a flower bed, and a young security guard on duty greeted them in a low voice.

The old man smiled and nodded, indicating that he didn't need to follow.

Turning past the flower bed, he smiled kindly and said, "Let me guess. Shenzhen is a port for foreign exchange earnings, attracting capital and technology. It should welcome guests from all directions with open arms. However, in practice, some people inevitably hesitate and are indecisive. So, someone has conveyed some information through you?"

The daughter smiled and said, "Nothing can be hidden from you."

Next, she recounted in detail what Hong Huang had mentioned on the phone about the obstacles Kuaibo faced in building a factory in Shenzhen.

The daughter said, "There are reasons for both sides. Didn't you also say that 'while adhering to self-reliance, we also need to open up to the outside world and absorb foreign funds and technology to help us develop'?"

"I said that a long time ago!" The old man laughed and shook his head. "Back then, the market opening had just been proposed. We didn't have any experience with whether it was capitalist or socialist. Times have changed. Now that regulations have been established, everything must be done according to the rules and regulations!"

In 1979, the earliest version of the "Law on Sino-Foreign Equity Joint Ventures" established the legal status of foreign-invested enterprises.

In 1982, to avoid some people being too eager for quick results, it was proposed to stimulate the vitality of domestic industries and promote the upgrading of industrial structure through foreign joint ventures.

Until 1986, the "Foreign-Invested Enterprises Law" was officially promulgated, which clarified that foreign investors could establish wholly foreign-owned enterprises in the mainland, and that, except in special circumstances, foreign-invested enterprises could not be nationalized or expropriated...

The road is made step by step.

The road is winding, but the future is bright.

My daughter said, "Then... I'll go to Shenzhen?"

"Oh~" The old man waved his hand and said with a kind smile, "Try to resolve local issues locally. But when will you have time to have those two kids from the Nie family come up here? I haven't played chess in a long time, and I miss them quite a bit... I should also make time to go down south again, to take a good look around..."

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Pengcheng,

The curtains were half-drawn, and the conference room was filled with smoke.

A banner hangs on the snow-white wall, bearing slogans of the times.

Time is money, efficiency is life.

Several leaders sat around a table, with four state-owned factory directors sitting next to them.

"There hasn't been any activity from Kuaibo in the last two days. Even Hong Huang hasn't come knocking on our door."

One of the leaders looked around and said, "Why don't we go and sound them out? If that doesn't work, we can back down and reduce the support from four factories to two, okay? There has to be some result!"

“Sigh! What I mean is, the Kuaibo project is indeed a good project.” Another leader looked through the documents with a look of affection on his face, took a puff of his cigarette and said, “Let’s be frank, if we upset them and they really bypass us and set up the factory elsewhere, the responsibility will be huge.”

"That's the problem too." The third leader put his teacup on the table and said with a troubled tone, "In the past, foreign investors would more or less help our local old factories with investments of this size. Why is it that Kuaibo is being treated differently? Putting aside everything else, Lao Qian's factory has been in arrears with wages for half a year. How are we going to settle hundreds of workers?"

Factory Director Qian nodded in agreement, saying, "We really can't afford to delay the workers' wages any longer. It's only because the security department is holding them back that those troublemakers have already moved the factory's equipment to make money."

"Watch your words!" Inspector Lu glared at Factory Director Qian, then slowly said, "I think the boss of Kuaibo has quite a temper. He'd rather I come up with a plan without any discounts than cooperate with a state-owned factory. It's really inappropriate to drag this out any longer."

The other factory directors who attended the meeting also sighed and complained, but to no avail.

"Let's go and sound them out; we can't just keep waiting like this."

A leader sitting in the middle flicked his cigarette ash, looked at his colleagues, and instructed, "We still hope that those who should cooperate will cooperate, and those who should be absorbed will be absorbed. Let's have another good talk. If we still can't reach an agreement, then there's really nothing we can do."

The leaders in the meeting room fell silent for a moment.
The factory directors stared at each other blankly.

After waiting around and seeing that no one spoke up, Inspector Lu smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, I'll go then."

Seeing this, Factory Director Qian hurriedly spoke up again: "Inspector Lu, you still need to consider our state-owned factory. Even if we only absorb some of the hundreds of workers, they have elderly parents and young children to support, and it's not easy for them."

Inspector Lu said impatiently, "Alright, alright, you guys managed to lose such a big order from Toyota, it's embarrassing to even mention it!"

Factory Director Qian chuckled apologetically.

Inspector Lu: "Alright, that's all for today's meeting. I'll pack up and then meet up with the boss of Kuaibo tonight..."

Everyone tacitly got up and adjourned the meeting.

At this moment,
The conference room door clicked open from the outside.

The room, which had been filled with the smell of smoke and a listless atmosphere, suddenly fell silent. Several leaders, who were getting up and organizing their materials, stopped in unison and turned to look at the door.

"I hope my uninvited visit hasn't disturbed anyone?"

A middle-aged man in a light-colored shirt with a smile walked in.

Two young men who looked like secretaries followed behind him.

The leaders immediately stood up straight, without even having time to think, and one by one they stepped forward to greet him with a smile, saying, "Mr. Nie is here! No trouble at all, please have a seat. We were just about to report to you."

"Reporting?"

Nie Sir strolled over and sat down in a chair. He looked around at the leaders with a friendly smile and nodded, saying, "Very well. I heard that there is a company in Hong Kong called Kuaibo Technology that plans to invest 15 million US dollars in Shenzhen... Such a big thing, and I only heard about it last. I really failed in my duty."

When the word 'dereliction of duty' was mentioned, the atmosphere was like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, with ripples spreading outwards.

The air momentarily froze.

The smiles on the leaders' faces froze. Some touched the ashtray, while others awkwardly tucked in their coats.

Nie Sir's smile remained unchanged, as if he were casually joking: "Tell me, is the current situation one of actively promoting it, or researching and discussing it? Weren't we just having a meeting? Let me learn how the local authorities balance the overall situation."

……

The meeting room door closed gently.
The four factory directors, Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li, walked out, wiping the sweat from their brows.

Nie Sir and the leaders continued their discussions behind closed doors; people at their level could no longer get involved.

"Since Inspector Nie is here, could it be related to that Mr. Zhai?"

"Hard to say……"

"So, do you think there's any way to turn this around?"

"Let's go outside first, don't talk here." In an instant, the four factory managers, each with a different expression, stepped out.

Factory Director Qian hung with his head down, still pondering the placement of his brother-in-law. For him, it didn't really matter how Kuaibo was located. In any case, once the factory was built, it would need people. He could still arrange for Feng Jianhua to work there, and then select a dozen or twenty workers to support him. In a few years, this good-for-nothing brother-in-law could still rise to the management level at Kuaibo.

As for the wages and resettlement of the other workers in the factory, I can only say I'm sorry...

The group of four had just arrived at the entrance of the government affairs hall when
A team of officers in military uniforms and boots approached.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Director Qian of Shennan Industrial Plant No. 1?"

Factory Director Qian snapped out of his daze and looked up in surprise.

At the same time, the other three factory directors stepped aside and revealed him.

"That's me." Director Qian, unaware of the situation, still wore a perfunctory smile. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

The leading officer gave him a deep look, nodded, and then waved his hand: "Take him away!"

Two men in military uniforms immediately stepped forward and grabbed Director Qian's arms from the left and right.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Factory Director Qian reacted slower than he spoke, pausing for half a second before struggling to break free, his tone changing as he said, "I hold a public office! Which unit are you from? Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

Factory Director Zhao frowned, intending to reach out and stop the man in military uniform, but Factory Director Li nudged him lightly with his elbow, signaling him not to meddle.

At the entrance of the government affairs office, several security guards stood with their eyes fixed straight ahead, as if they hadn't seen anything happening around them.

Factory Director Qian continued shouting, "I didn't do anything! I just came here for a meeting. What do you want?!"

"Shut up!"

A uniformed officer coldly rebuked him, while pressing his head down with one hand and shoving him out the door.

As Director Qian was led into a car with white license plates, everything quickly returned to normal.

At the entrance of the government office, the other three factory directors swallowed hard and exchanged glances.

"Go burn incense and pray to the gods as usual, but please don't get involved in Kuaibo's business again..."

…………

Two o'clock in the afternoon,

In the staff quarters of Shennan Industrial Plant No. 1, Feng Jianhua was shirtless, sitting casually in the living room eating a watermelon.

The electric fan whirred and whirred.
The TV was playing a movie called "A Better Tomorrow," and the plot was developing to the point where Mark Gor broke into Maple Forest Pavilion alone.

"Sharp!"

Watching Wan Ziliang single-handedly take down a group of thugs, Feng Jianhua couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen next door.

Factory Director Qian's wife poked her head out and called out, "Ahua, come and get some rice."

"Wait a minute, watch this part first!" Feng Jianhua said impatiently, then added, "Sis, go out and buy me a suit tomorrow, the kind like the one in the movie."

Qian's wife came over with two plates of stir-fried dishes and glared at him: "Wearing a suit in this hot weather?"

"Buy it first, wear it in a few months." Feng Jianhua said casually, glanced at the stir-fried dishes on the plate, and then ordered, "Go get me two bottles of beer."

At this time, the preference for sons over daughters was still very strong. Feng Jianhua bossed his sister around as if it were his right, and Qian's wife did not find it inappropriate.

After setting the beer on the table, Qian's wife glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered, "Your brother-in-law said he went to a meeting, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Feng Jianhua stared at the TV screen and laughed, "Maybe they've finalized things with Kuaibo and are having dinner out. Sis, hurry up and buy me a suit. When I join Kuaibo and become a leader, I'll look good wearing it."

Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door.

"Oh dear, your brother-in-law is back." Qian's wife got up to open the door, then turned back to Feng Jianhua and teased, "I don't expect you to become a leader. I'll ask your brother-in-law to allocate you an apartment. The important thing is for you to get married and have a wife to carry on the family line, so you don't keep bothering me all day..."

As Qian's wife spoke, she opened the door and said with a smile, "Why are you only coming back now..."

His smile froze halfway through his sentence.

Several officers in military uniforms stood outside the door. One of them asked in a deep voice, "Is Feng Jianhua here?"

Qian's wife was startled and subconsciously looked towards the living room sofa.

Several officers followed his gaze.

When Feng Jianhua heard that they were looking for him, he looked up and his heart sank as his eyes met those of the several unfamiliar officers.

The officers then prepared to enter: "You're Feng Jianhua? Come with us..."

"Go to hell!"

Feng Jianhua cursed and hurled a wine bottle at the attacker.

The police officer at the door was prepared and dodged the flying bottle by stepping aside.

Bang!
The bottle shattered on the door frame, and Qian's wife screamed as a bloody gash appeared on her face from the flying shards.

At the same time, Feng Jianhua jumped up from the sofa and ran towards the balcony without thinking!

"Stop right there!"

Several officers shouted in unison, their boots scraping against the floor, and rushed into the room almost simultaneously.

Feng Jianhua rushed to the balcony, flipped over the railing, and jumped off the third floor without hesitation!
With a muffled thud,
Feng Jianhua crashed heavily onto the roof of a Santana parked downstairs, then rolled to the ground.

"Your mother..."

Feng Jianhua grimaced and cursed, ignoring the burning pain in half of his shoulder.

I struggled to my feet when I suddenly heard a clicking sound, followed by a chill on my neck.

Several cold gun barrels were already pressed against the back of his head.

The military uniforms deployed downstairs gave a thumbs-up to the guy sticking his head out from the balcony upstairs.

"Tsk tsk, you really dare to jump."

A police officer grabbed Feng Jianhua by the back of his collar and pulled him up, sneered and mocked him, then kicked him hard in the back of the knee, tied his hands behind his back, and snapped a pair of silver bracelets onto his wrists.

"take away!"

(End of this chapter)