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

Chapter 453 "I know Director Zhong of the Sixth Division".

After lunch, there was nothing much to do. Zhang Rong went to work, so Fang Qingye gave Hu Lingling the day off to go shopping by herself. She also asked Yue Kai to find two hotel rooms nearby so everyone could rest for a while at noon.

"Mr. Fang, I don't need it. I'll just rest in my car for a while," Yue Kai said hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingye immediately denied it: "Don't try to save me money. It's safer to drive if you're well-rested."

“Alright then, I’ll rest first. I’ll give the room to Secretary Hu when she comes back from shopping,” Yue Kai said.

Oops
You wouldn't guess that someone who is usually so quiet and reserved has such high emotional intelligence.

Fang Qingye thought to herself but said aloud, "Just rest easy. Hu Lingling won't be back until six o'clock."

Sure enough, around six o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Qingye heard a knock on the door and saw Hu Lingling standing happily at the door, carrying large and small paper bags in both hands.

"Did you enjoy your shopping?" Fang Qingye joked.

"Uh-huh."

"Then let's go eat. Put these things in the car."

"Mr. Fang, I also bought you a small gift." The girl said, pulling a small box out of her bags.

“This is a fishing line I bought at a fishing tackle shop I passed by. I heard you like fishing, so I bought one for you.”

Fang Qingye took the box and looked at the instructions on it. It turned out to be Shimano brand fluorocarbon wire!
He had used it before; it's suitable for catching large fish, with outstanding smoothness and tensile strength.

"Thank you, that's so thoughtful of you," Fang Qingye said gratefully.

Hmm. I'm not considering changing my secretary for now.

When Fang Qingye arrived by car, Zhang Rong was already there. Everyone went into the reserved private room, and not long after, Lei Ming brought in a man who was slightly older than him, around forty years old.

Qu Xinghan, Deputy Director of the Municipal Banking Regulatory Bureau.

The two sides shook hands and introduced themselves, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took their seats. Qu Xinghan was insisted on sitting in the main seat, while Fang Qingye and Lei Ming sat on either side.

The dishes here are mainly local Jinghai cuisine, but the flavors are lighter, with less heavy oil and sauce, emphasizing "freshness." Guests and hosts clink glasses and enjoy themselves in a harmonious atmosphere.

Zhang Rong and Hu Lingling took turns drinking, and before long Qu Xinghan and Lei Ming were flushed red.

Seeing that the time was right, Fang Qingye expressed her thoughts, hoping that the Municipal Bureau could review and approve the application and submit it to the Provincial Bureau as soon as possible.

"On the way, President Lei already told me there was no problem!" Qu Xinghan readily agreed: "I'll arrange for someone to review it tomorrow and submit it to the Bureau Committee as soon as possible."

"Then thank you very much, Director Qu," Fang Qingye said.

"However, Director Fang, let me tell you something. Our municipal bureau has no major problems, but the provincial bureau's review process is quite slow. The bureau chiefs are all very busy, and it's common for things to be delayed for one or two months before being discussed and approved," Qu Xinghan reminded him.

"Thank you for reminding me, I'll figure something out," Fang Qingye said.

"Do you know anyone in the provincial bureau?" Qu Xinghan asked curiously.

“I know Director Zhong from the Sixth Division,” Fang Qingye replied.

"Ah, you know Zhong He?" Qu Xinghan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, a friend of mine introduced us."

“Since you know Zhong He, you don’t need to come to me at all. Just have Director Zhong give our Director Zhang a call, and all problems will be solved quickly. He’s about to be promoted to deputy director of the provincial bureau,” Qu Xinghan said.

“Zhong is Zhong, and you are Director Qu. This matter definitely cannot be done without you. Director Zhang is very busy, and you still need to oversee the business, right?” Fang Qingye hurriedly said.

"Haha, that's true." Qu Xinghan was very pleased to hear that.

Fang Qingye then gave Zhang Rong, who was sitting at the lower end of the table, a wink. Zhang Rong immediately understood and hurriedly stood up with his wine glass, saying, "Director Qu, just as Fang Xing said, we really can't do without you in this matter. Let me toast you again!"

"Easy to say, easy to say"

The drinking session lasted until after 8 p.m., and Fang Qingye then asked Zhang Rong to arrange for her to sing at Huadu International KTV, which lasted until after 10 p.m.

Zhang Rong hailed two taxis to send Lei Ming and Qu Xinghan off, then looked at Fang Qingye and said, "Fang Xing, why don't you rest in Jinghai for the night and go back tomorrow morning?" "No, I'm going back to Nanxin now. You should go back and rest early too." After saying that, Fang Qingye got into the car, and Hu Lingling quickly sat in the passenger seat as well.

The car drove out of the city, and the night breeze blew in through the car window, making Fang Qingye feel much more comfortable.

Damn it.

Eating, drinking, and singing all at once—it's exhausting!

However, the hard work paid off. A few days later, Qu Xinghan called Fang Qingye to say that the municipal bureau's approval had been granted and the documents had been submitted to the provincial bureau. Fang Qingye immediately expressed his gratitude and welcomed him to visit Nanxin for inspection.

"Or, bring your wife and kids over on the weekend to see the lotus flowers at Yingchi Pond!"

After chatting with Qu Xinghan for a few minutes, Fang Qingye hung up the phone, played with her phone for a while, then opened her text message and started typing.

It was a text message sent to Zhong He.

The letter described the Pingdong branch's application for business operations and stated that the account opening application materials had been submitted to the provincial bureau, hoping for a prompt review and approval.

After a while, I replied to the message with only three words.

"understood."

Fang Qingye didn't ask any more questions and put her phone back in her pocket.

We await further news.

The days passed at a leisurely pace. By early July, the rainy season was almost over. That morning, Fang Qingye received a call from Shi Guangrong.

"Qingye, I'm having a full-month celebration for my son the day after tomorrow. You have to come to Shanghai."

"No problem," Fang Qingye readily agreed. "What time, and where?"

"12 noon, Peace Hotel."

"OK, I'll be there on time."

"Hey, Qingye, have you been paying attention to Meidou lately?" Shi Guangrong suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on things. You can focus on taking care of your wife and baby," Fang Qingye said.

"Actually, there's not much to take care of. It's mainly my mother-in-law who's taken care of. We've even hired a nanny, so I'm basically a hands-off manager now," Shi Guangrong said. "When I have free time, I check the stock market on my phone. The price of soybean futures is fluctuating wildly."

"This shows the fierce battle between the bulls and bears," Fang Qingye replied, then added calmly, "However, a direction will soon be chosen."

"rise?"

"Of course, we're bullish, how could it possibly fall?" Fang Qingye laughed. "The bulls are about to launch a major counterattack!"

As expected, soybean futures surged that evening, reaching 1450 cents per bushel, a 20.8% increase compared to when the position was established, resulting in a paper profit of $1.53 million for Fang Qingye!
When Fang Qingye woke up, she turned on her computer after going to work in the morning and took a quick look at the stock market. Everything was as expected, and there was nothing surprising about it.

It's more important to deal with work matters.

Yesterday afternoon, Deng Hui reported to him that the business approval procedures for the Pingdong branch had been approved and it was ready to open for business at any time.

"I suggested we officially open next Monday, but Director Zhao insisted on going to the City God Temple to find that Taoist priest Wang and say he wanted to choose an auspicious day," Deng Hui complained.

"Well, I'll listen to Director Zhao. It's all for good luck," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"Alright then." Seeing Fang Qingye's attitude, Deng Hui didn't insist on her own idea.

With nothing urgent, Fang Qingye opened the futures market again to take a look.

Soybean futures prices continue to rise, which makes me feel pretty good.

But Wang Decai, far away in Shanghai, didn't feel good at all.

(End of this chapter)