I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 413 "I feel at ease working with you."

"The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year."

Every year during the Spring Festival, we visit relatives, eat all kinds of delicious food, and take a trip around the neighborhood with our family. This year is different because the county is holding a Spring Festival garden party at Nanxinhu Park, which includes a flower and calligraphy exhibition, a lantern festival and lantern riddle games, a puppet show, and games with prizes such as riddle-solving.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. After getting up in the morning, we ate the local specialty "wild chicken shreds" and glutinous rice balls. Fang Qingye specially drove to pick up her grandparents and parents to go to Nanxinhu Park.

The park was very lively today, with tourists everywhere. Fang Qingye accompanied her family for a walk in the park, and they also tried to guess some riddles.

I ran into several acquaintances during the trip, and we all wished each other a happy Chinese New Year. The phrase we used most often was "Wishing you prosperity."

After solving the riddles, the family prepared to go see a puppet show. Just then, Fang Qingye heard someone call his name: "Qingye!"

Turning around, Fang Qingye saw Zhang Rong, and next to her was a girl with a ponytail whom she didn't recognize.

The two exchanged blessings, and Zhang Rong generously introduced her, saying, "This is my girlfriend, Ding Ying. She works at the same company as me; she's a teller at the Changle Road branch."

Sure, find a subordinate.

Zhang Rong is now the deputy director of the Liulin branch of a rural bank, which is a leadership position, so it's relatively easy for him to find a girl from his workplace as a girlfriend.

Fang Qingye greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Hello, Mr. Fang, I've heard of you before." The young woman greeted him generously, "Last time you transferred money at our branch, I was the one who handled the procedures for you."

This one
Fang Qingye really had no recollection of it.

After chatting for a few minutes, Fang Qingye was about to leave to catch up with her family, but Zhang Rong suddenly said, "Qingye, we ran into each other today. Let me tell you something."

"What is it?" Fang Qingye asked.

"We suspect there's going to be a major change at our village bank," Zhang Rong said in a low voice.

"A major upheaval?"

"Yes, if we change the major shareholder, President Zhao might have to leave as well."

Ouch.
Did the employees of the rural bank know about this?
Fang Qingye pretended not to believe her: "Who told you that?"

"President Zhao. Before the Chinese New Year, President Zhao treated a few of us who were close to him to a meal. President Zhao got drunk and said that this might be a farewell dinner for us, and that he wouldn't be able to serve as president for many more days. Everyone asked what was going on."

"He just said that Baoshang Bank was going to withdraw its investment, and the provincial banking regulatory bureau and the county were looking for new investors."

“Oh, Zhang Rong, but this change in shareholders doesn’t really concern you, does it? You can still be the branch manager,” Fang Qingye said.

“Why wouldn’t we call? As the saying goes, every new emperor brings a new court. If Director Zhao is worried about losing his position, what about us? Besides, if no one invests, the rural bank might go bankrupt, and we’ll all lose our jobs. Sigh.” Zhang Rong finished speaking and couldn’t help but sigh.

Before Fang Qingye could speak, Ding Ying, who was standing next to her, comforted her, "Zhang Rong, you're too pessimistic. I've said it before, no matter who's in charge, they still need to do the work. Besides, you're not bad at your job, so what are you afraid of?"

"As for going bankrupt, that's even more impossible. Nanxin Rural Bank is the first rural bank in Jiangsu Province. If it went bankrupt in less than two years, wouldn't it become a laughing stock? Someone will definitely take it over, so don't worry."

"Ding Ying is right, Zhang Rong, don't be too pessimistic, have a good New Year," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

“Why don’t you take over the village bank, Qingye? I’ll feel more at ease working with you,” Zhang Rong suddenly said.

"Me? I only heard you mention it today. I don't know anything about it," Fang Qingye said.

"I know, I was just saying," Zhang Rong said. "Okay, let's go shopping, goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

Fang Qingye quickened her pace to catch up with her family, while Zhang Rong and Ding Ying walked hand in hand in another direction. "If Fang Qingye could take over the village bank, that would be a tremendous blessing for me," Zhang Rong murmured as they walked. "You know what? We've been through thick and thin together!"

"Huh? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" Ding Ying didn't believe it.

"It's true, we were both at Dongfangxing back then. Once, we went to northwestern Shandong to collect a debt, and we were really on the verge of death!"

Zhang Rong boasted to his girlfriend about how he drank himself into a stomach hemorrhage and was hospitalized while collecting debts in northwestern Shandong. Fang Qingye took a train to the hospital to take care of him. The two plotted to collect the debt and succeeded, but were eventually discovered by the debtor and placed under house arrest. They found an opportunity to secretly escape, evaded the debtor's "pursuit," and traveled to Hebei Province before detouring back to Nanxin.

Zhang Rong spoke with great enthusiasm, and Ding Ying looked at him with admiration.

Wow, Zhang Rong, you're amazing!

"Hehe. That's it."

The seven-day Spring Festival holiday passed quickly, and the workers went back to work. Fang Qingye didn't need to go on time, but as the chairman of Huacheng Development and a director of Yuxiang Gas, he still visited the company to see the employees under the guise of wishing them a Happy New Year.

As for Tuofang Technology and Tomorrow Cube, forget about them; there's no need to make a trip to Shanghai just for this kind of formality.

There's no news from Nanxin Rural Bank yet. He's unsure if the Provincial Banking Regulatory Commission has issued a document, and even if they have, it wouldn't reach him.

Zhong He didn't call again, and Fang Qingye didn't feel comfortable asking back, as being too enthusiastic wasn't a good thing.

Not urgent.

Today is the Lantern Festival. Although there is no holiday, it is still an important festival. The three families gathered at the nursery for a reunion dinner, marking the end of this year's Spring Festival celebrations.

The elders still had to go to work, and his cousin Fang Qinglin had already started tutoring. Only Fang Qingye had nothing to do today, so he didn't need to go over to help with cooking.

Around 5 p.m., he was idly wandering around the nursery with his dog, Wangcai, when he saw his second uncle hurrying in from the main gate, a briefcase tucked under his arm, apparently coming directly from work.

"Second Uncle!" Fang Qingye greeted, "You're off work so early today."

"I'm leaving get off work early because I need to talk to you about something," Fang Jianhua said.

"What's up?" Fang Qingye walked over.

"The county received an official document from the provincial banking regulatory bureau, stating that it would restructure the rural banks," Fang Jianhua said.

"Reorganization?"

"Yes, a lot of things have happened to the rural banks. You've probably heard some of it. Now their major shareholder, Baoshang Bank, wants to withdraw its investment, so they have to be restructured."

"Oh, who's willing to take it on?" Fang Qingye asked.

“There aren’t any suitable ones yet,” Fang Jianhua said. “The provincial banking regulatory commission and county leaders are currently communicating to find suitable investors.”

"Secretary Hu also said that we should learn from the lessons of Baoshang Bank and it would be best to find local enterprises or financial institutions to invest!"

“Yes, knowing their background makes them easier to manage,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"That's what Secretary Hu meant: we need to find trustworthy investors who can get things done and also have a certain level of financial strength."

“There are many companies like this in Nanxin.” Fang Qingye nodded.

Fang Jianhua then looked at Fang Qingye and asked, "What does Secretary Hu mean? Do you have this idea?"

(End of this chapter)