My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 181 Do You Say This Thing Is Yours?
It was actually an old boss who was trying to flatter Rang Weidong: "I've been to the bridge across West Second Street many times and seen your glass shed stand out from the crowd. I've often wondered why you did it, but your explanation was that there was no reason, it was just new, demonstrating an innovative attitude and trend. But did you know that this glass factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, and you've revived it with this?"

Of course, the glass business worth hundreds of thousands of dollars has already brought about earth-shaking changes to a local factory.

The provincial paper mill that Bei Qiaofeng took over originally had an annual profit target of only a few hundred thousand.

Rang Weidong nodded slowly. "We're doing this intentionally, right? What's the purpose of making money? Is it to collect taxes and profits, to pay it forward to the national treasury, or to give back to the people? This food factory wasn't built to make money from the locals from the beginning. We just happened to have this wasteful resource of pig offal, and I wanted to set an example for Shangzhou's relatively underdeveloped industry and commerce."

Satisfied, he began to make his move: "So I'm giving you the entire area across the river, including the glass factory, soap factory, match factory, and two communes. I'm giving it all to you. You don't need to submit a report to me for planning approval. I'll see what you can do on your own, because many times I don't know what to do either. Since the higher-ups are willing to use Pengzhen as a special economic zone, I can also hand over Beijiaochang to you."

Weidong was confused and shocked.

All that flashed through his mind was: The game has begun...

It was exactly the feeling he had described to Han Guobin and the others in Pingjing.

Red Alert, or the construction mode at the beginning of Age of Empires, are all open and autonomous choices, and even NPCs can interact in various ways.

The old leader crossed his legs, but there was no sense of relaxed playfulness. "You'll know if you try it. Every decision we make is treading on thin ice. It will affect the lives of the people. You'll feel their difficulties, and you'll be extremely cautious in your decisions."

Weidong was still confused. He knew that the 1980s were indeed very free, and everyone from top to bottom was groping for the truth.

But I really didn't expect to be so free.

I vaguely remember that tax authorities were also the main force in entering various development zones. If a prefecture-level city wanted to set up a development zone, it had to go through approval at a certain level. It was not something that could be designated so casually.

But there are definitely such regulations for development zones, and they are made after learning from the successes and failures of the development zones.

There are currently no small-scale development zone experiments in the mainland.

Even in Lianjiang City, a separately planned city, tests are rare.

You are quite courageous.

"I...I'm really just here to report on my work. I still have to go to Jiangzhou to set up a sanitary napkin factory. The camera factory and the film factory need to make a name for themselves in the National Day photography exhibition. The electrical appliance factory in Rongdu also needs to solve some problems. My food factory just wants to apply for building repairs, and you suddenly told me this..."

It made Weidong feel like he was caught and forced to get married without brushing his teeth.

The old leader smiled a little: "Yes, at this time you don't feel the joy of gaining power, but only pressure and anxiety. That's right, it means you are not concerned about what you will gain, but what will come out of it."

As he spoke, he taught step by step: "It's very simple. For example, if you want to renovate this building, you can make the decision and approve it yourself. The Renovation Committee is your leadership team. There are no people from the Land and Resources Commission or the Construction Commission. So you can choose someone yourself and see if there will be anyone who will follow you. There is no need to bother me with everything."

Was it so free in an era without satellite remote sensing land monitoring and environmental assessment?

Wei Dong was trembling with fear: "You are pushing me into the fire pit. National land construction is a red line. How dare I approve it myself?"

The old leader laughed heartily. "That's right, I wasn't wrong about you. You actually have your own red lines in mind. Do you need me to remind you or warn you? Think about it yourself and make your own arguments. As long as you don't commit any crimes, don't take bribes or abuse the law, and don't exploit the people, this is the way for you to realize your ambitions and ideals."

Let Weidong mutter: "I don't have any ambitions or ideals, I just want to..."

Then he was speechless.

What are you thinking about, hugging the thigh of the great god?
It was obvious that he could no longer completely follow You Qili in his heart. Now the most he could do was to accompany him for a while and use him as a shield.

Should I take my wife and children with me to live in retirement at this time?

I agree with it, but so many clamoring college students disagree.

But this is just using yourself as a shield.

The old leader had a lot of experience in struggle: "I won't rush you. Today, tomorrow, this year, next year, you can come back and promise me whenever you feel confident. But I hope you have time to walk across that bridge and see that land. Will it become better because of you?"

There is a stone bridge beside the dirty little river, the kind that can pass cars, which is the only way to enter the city from the north.

You have to cross this bridge when coming to the county town where Weidong is from. It is a crowded place with countless farmers during market time.

Now there are indeed many people crowding at the bridge head, looking at the glass house and talking about it, lamenting the great changes in the city. It has become an important social place.

Not only did it bring honor to his family, but it also made Weidong want to make the place even better. He was already trying to recall what the place would look like in forty years.

It’s a pity that the old security guard with a broken arm really doesn’t like to go out and wander around.

As if understanding the young people's naive and yearning eyes, the old man patiently coaxed them: "You have indeed surpassed ordinary people now and have a lot, but do you dare to use your life and property, a beautiful and prosperous life, in exchange for the change of more people? This is what our predecessors did decades ago. Some of them had good backgrounds, or could have lived a comfortable life through their own efforts, or even went abroad to study and never returned, but they still chose revolution. Isn't it the same now?"

This time, Wei Dong was completely silent.

That’s right, re-experiencing his own 1980s made Weidong never think that this was a revolution.

I used to always like to sigh that so-and-so was so awesome. He was a rich kid and a small warlord, but he revolutionized himself and stood firm to the end in the turbulent times.

I didn't expect that I would be given this choice.

Of course, his advantage is that he basically knows the correct direction.

The old leader started chatting: "That river behind West Second Street has been dirty and smelly for years. What can I do? We must ensure that those foreign trade factories continue to operate. A large amount of income is still being reserved by the foreign trade department for the national treasury. Therefore, if we don't open up new sources of funds, we can't move West Second Street at all."

The 1980s were really interesting. The big guys in Pingjing would write inscriptions everywhere, and even a jerk like Jin Zhuoqun could get the chance to meet with them and get the opportunity to film a TV series.

This prefecture-level city allows young people to come in freely, and the leaders are casual and unassuming. "But if you're going to do this, my only advice is that it's best not to take out loans. A lot of urban construction relies on financial institutions, but I think your food factory is useless, and you don't plan to use the building. That's why I hope you give it a try. Try to promote change by developing productivity as much as possible, rather than rushing for quick results."

These words are very rare. As the leader of a party, he actually expressed his distrust of finance and banks so openly.

Weidong was also quite surprised. "Yesterday... I heard that the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China had just been established, and that the Bank of Communications and investment banks would follow soon. I guess the national policy is to promote the development of banking and finance."

According to my later experience, banks are all very awesome.

Damn it! Weidong’s heart started beating fast again.

Even if you know the general direction, the local micro-manipulation and whether the machine gun should move sideways a few meters are still very critical!
If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

Maybe it's because young people are too confused.

The old leader wiped his graying hair vigorously and began to impart advice: "Weidong, since you have made it this far from manual labor, I believe you should also understand that blindly believing in books is worse than having no books at all. Major policies must also be adapted to our actual conditions. The policy of opening up and revitalizing the economy that suits the coastal areas may be poisonous to our inland mountainous areas. In economically developed areas, not liberalizing banks will hinder development, but allowing banks to run rampant in impoverished areas like ours will cause chaos!"

Is he right?
Before today, Weidong would have judged without hesitation that this old leader was a stumbling block to reform and opening up.

But now he knew clearly that this was indeed a fatherly official so great that even You Qili could not say anything bad about him.

It may be a bit old-fashioned and a bit old-fashioned, but all the ideas are centered around how to avoid breaking any bones.

This forced Weidong to think hard: Bank, has the bank ever been wrong?

Suddenly I remembered the bank staff who surrounded You Qili yesterday. Before they saw any specific projects of You Qili, they had already scraped together more than one million in loans.

Are they doing this to develop the economy?

What is the difference between this and the later campus loans and micro loans?
So I had a better understanding of the old leader's thinking, which gave me some confidence.

Rang Weidong was not panicked: "Then let me think about it again. I still have feelings for Shangzhou. Of course, I hope it can become a better place. But I could have done some business peacefully, and I also have to consider my family's life. This matter is very dangerous. If I am not careful, there will be no recovery, so I have to think seriously about it."

Thinking of this, he simply said: "Everything I do is to promote as a businessman. I and the people I lead must get the benefits we deserve."

The old leader was still leaning on the faux leather sofa, but his dark and thin face looked less serious.

He pushed the gun back. "I was thinking the same thing. The contract responsibility system immediately boosted labor enthusiasm across all rural areas. You mentioned that business operations should also mobilize the masses for their benefit. But that's not a problem for you. At your level, as long as you're promoting productivity, it doesn't matter whether those assets are yours or not. On the other hand, if you're motivated by greed, even if all of Shangzhou belongs to you, can you still take it?"

Looking at the Type 77 pistol, Wei Dong's mind suddenly became clear!
Yes, whether it is the various red flags that are still being debated now, or the later capitalist or socialist issues, or the various private enterprises and state-owned enterprises that are higher or lower.

As an old security guard in the tax compound, he still has basic common sense.

Just like this gun that killed three people, is it yours?

(End of this chapter)