What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 204 The Fall of the Crown Prince
Goose City, West District.

Gao Yuliang, who is usually a very busy person, is now leisurely having dinner with people on the street.

"Come on, try this seafood congee in a clay pot. You've probably never had it before, have you?"

The person opposite him was younger, and rolled his eyes when he heard this:
"You can't get seafood in the capital?"

"The food there isn't good."

"Seafood from cold-water areas in the north is better!"

The two argued for a while about which seafood was better, one from the north or the south, before Zhao Hande finally got down to business:
What do you think of the online ticketing service and online banking payment offered by that Gaijin company?

Zhao Dehan was a member of the inspection team from Beijing, and he was in charge of reforms. He was very keen on new technologies and concepts.

A few days ago, he visited and tried out Gaijin's online ticketing system and was deeply impressed.

Although they can only book tickets now, Tang Wen has already described what it will look like when it's fully developed to his subordinates:
The entire process—from searching for scenic area information online and selecting a package deal, to verifying one's identity in real time through a public system database and then booking tickets through online banking—is completed entirely online.

Even if we can only take the first step now, the complete system is not far away. It's just that the current era has limited the environment to support it.

Zhao Hande has a strong ability to make connections. This system can enable real-name ticket purchase, real-time verification of personal information, and real-time control of passenger flow.

If needed, police officers can readily access a vast online database to screen suspicious individuals and collect information such as tourists' ages, identities, and even occupations.

What if we apply this to other areas?

The most attractive feature is undoubtedly the online banking system, as electronic payments are much more convenient than physical transactions.

Every transaction leaves a trace, making it virtually impossible to alter, and it's simple and convenient.

Previously, you had to go to the bank to transfer money or send a money order at the post office. Now, with online payment, you can send the information at the speed of light with just a click. In theory, you can do this anytime as long as you have a computer.

Moreover, due to the rapid economic changes, the old banking system is riddled with loopholes and suffers from significant information lag.

If the central bank could take the lead in connecting the information of all banks nationwide to a network...

"I don't understand, but I definitely support Xiao Tang."

Gao Yuliang really doesn't understand the internet, which is quite a challenge for an old man with a failing mind.

Zhao Hande smiled and didn't seem to care, he simply raised his hand and shouted:
"I'm getting a bit too greasy if I make another cucumber salad."

"okay!"

Just as the boss was about to get up, he bumped into a group of new customers arriving at the door. His expression instantly turned sour, but he quickly covered it up.

The new guests were seven or eight thugs who all looked underage. In Zhao Dehan's eyes, they were completely irresponsible, their clothes were not even properly dressed, and they were all crooked and slouchy. He frowned slightly.

They set up two tables outside the shop on their own, then threw the menu at the owner and said something.

The latter immediately smiled apologetically, then went inside and carried out two cases of beer before returning to the kitchen to prepare things.

The thugs were full of energy, and their voices quickly carried throughout the street as they lounged on chairs, brazenly boasting and cursing.

Zhao Hande tightened his grip on the spoon slightly.

Gao Yuliang, however, was unsurprised and sighed, saying:
"These kids didn't get to go to school, and their families aren't well-off. They usually just do petty theft; they wouldn't dare to kill or commit arson."

Almost every family has one good-for-nothing; you can't catch them all. Even if they do go to jail, they're out in a few days. It's utterly lawless.

Zhao Hande remained silent, and finally sighed.

Things are much better now. Ten years ago, the situation was much more serious, and it wasn't uncommon for hundreds of people to fight each other in the streets.

Thanks to Tang Wen's cleanup efforts and Wang Hu's departure, Goose City is now much quieter.

Just then, the owner served the cucumber salad, and Zhao Hande casually asked who was outside. Seeing that they were quite far away, the owner whispered:
"The tallest one is their leader, known as the Crown Prince of the West City. He's been borrowing money from shops everywhere... Today he's here to eat and drink for free again, and he'll have to work for free again."

"Boss, hurry up and bring the food! We're starving!"

"right away!"

After the boss left, "West City Prince" continued to brag to his henchmen:
"Now that the East City is empty, we'll sweep up Mingzhu Street tomorrow!"

"Boss, Mingzhu Street is Gai Jin's territory. Zhang, the leader of the Qinglong Gang, has been captured and made a sailor."

"Who does Gaijin think he is! If he messes with me, he'll be... my dad?"

"Ah-"

The sound of tires screeching to a halt interrupted him; a ten-wheeled truck suddenly appeared in front of the shop.

A middle-aged man poked his head out from the passenger seat and exclaimed in surprise:
"Teacher Chen, that blond guy is my son!"

Before anyone inside or outside the store could react, a large group of people dressed in matching outfits and wearing gold-plated baseball caps with the letter "G" jumped out from behind the truck bed and surrounded the "West City Prince" group.

"The Crown Prince of the West City" looked up and was surprised to find that many of them were actually familiar faces.

No, weren't they captured and forced to work as laborers at sea?
And what's my dad doing here?!
Seeing his arrogant son being pinned to the table, the middle-aged man hurriedly said to Chen Quanrong:

"This kid is yours to handle, Teacher Chen. If he misbehaves, just give him a beating, or you can call me and I'll do it!"

"Dad, are you crazy?!"

The "prince" was still struggling, but the middle-aged man pulled out his belt and stepped forward, whipping him hard across the back, making the blond-haired man grimace in pain.

"You brat, you'd better become a proper sailor from now on. If you try to drive me away, I'll beat you to death!"

Such a grand spectacle attracted the attention of the entire street, and even Zhao Dehan and Gao Yuliang stood at the entrance to watch the excitement.

"Old Gao, this, this is..."

"Look at my forgetfulness, I forgot to tell you."

Gao Yuliang slapped his forehead:
"Tang Wen is in dire need of manpower and plans to train unemployed hooligans in society to go to sea. He has also set up a special training class for seafarers in the Greater Bay Area, and these are the trainees."

Zhao Hande stared dumbfounded at the scene at the door. The students who had been hanging out with the gang just a few days ago showed no mercy. They worked together in an orderly fashion, grabbing people and throwing them into the truck bed, then stepping on the gas and speeding away.

At the same time, another identical ten-wheeled truck flashed by on another street not far away.

The remaining shop owners and diners, seeing this, praised Tang Wen's actions, saying that he corrected the misguided teenager and even provided him with a job. They called him a great philanthropist.

Zhao Hande quickly asked:

"Gaijin wants to train these thugs to be sailors? But what I see in their uniforms..."

Old Gao replied with an air of utter ignorance:
"Military training, of course. If it's not intense, will these hooligans be convinced?"

"I think this is all good fortune. You learn so much as a seaman, and even if you quit, you'll still have plenty of skills and will definitely find work."

Zhao Hande was deeply shocked, as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind.

The problem of petty hooligans and thugs caused by too many idle people is a nationwide issue. They not only disrupt the lives of ordinary people, but also hinder the operation of businesses and factories.

Gai Jin's idea is great! Send them all to military training and force them to learn some skills so they can at least find something to do afterward.

Notebook +1.

(End of this chapter)