Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

The small private room is on the third floor of the Provincial Party Committee's family canteen.

Zhao Dehan personally served his son a bowl of soup: "That's roughly the gist of the meeting. Sha Ruijin froze personnel appointments, Hou Liangping took over the Anti-Corruption Bureau, and Qi Tongwei's four hundred million... is basically gone."

Zhao Chongming picked up a piece of braised pork and ate it slowly and deliberately: "Dad, you did the right thing."

Zhao Dehan said, "I took four hundred million from them and only said one sentence to them. I bet they hate me to death!"

"Dad, you're an outsider!" Zhao Chongming said calmly, "Do you really think you can join their Han University gang? Impossible. They're all Gao Yuliang's protégés and former subordinates. You're going to go all out to protect Qi Tongwei? That's digging your own grave."

Zhao Dehan asked, "What do you mean?"

Greed knows no bounds!

Zhao Chongming put down his chopsticks and said, "The entire Han University gang is like this. Everyone from top to bottom is trying to make money. If he really becomes the vice governor, Shanshui Group will immediately put on the guise of a 'government cooperative enterprise.' Today they will swallow up Dafeng Factory, tomorrow they will take over Luzhou Mine, and the day after tomorrow they will even dare to touch Ningzhou Power Plant."

After a pause, Zhao Chongming continued, "At that time, you, as the vice governor, won't be the one putting out the fire, but the one taking the blame. It will be a political stain on your record!"

As he spoke, Zhao Chongming poured himself another glass of water and said with a smile, "Besides, you need to see clearly that Sha Ruijin is obviously going to take action against the Han University gang. If you speak up for Qi Tongwei, then you're going against Sha Ruijin, against the top leader. Are you just looking for trouble?"

Zhao Dehan pondered for a moment: "That's indeed the case!"

Zhao Dehan had sensed the political winds.

Zhao Dehan nodded, the worry between his brows lessening slightly: "So, what's the next step?"

"Still the old approach: don't take sides. When it comes to production, just focus on one word—stability." Zhao Chongming said, "Stabilize Guangming District, stabilize the workers' emotions, and maintain Sha Ruijin's trust in you. Talk more about economic cooperation with Li Dakang, but remember, it's limited cooperation. Leave the rest to me. I'll have a good talk with Li Dakang this afternoon!"

"Are you going to find Li Dakang?"

"right."

Zhao Chongming smiled: "He wants political achievements, I want land; he's afraid of risks, I'll give him tangible orders. It's a win-win situation."

Zhao Dehan said, "I've already spoken to Li Dakang. You can go and have a good talk with him later!"

3 PM, Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee Office Building.

The door to Li Dakang's office was open.

After the secretary announced his arrival, Zhao Chongming entered.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and carrying a black briefcase.

"Secretary Li, I apologize for disturbing you."

Zhao Chongming smiled; "Zhao Chongming, CEO of Chongming Capital."

Li Dakang stood up to shake hands, his gaze lingering on Li Dakang's face for a couple more seconds—

To be fair, Zhao Dehan's son is quite handsome.

"Sit down!" Li Dakang gestured to the sofa and asked, "I heard from your father that you're planning to start an OEM factory?"

"more than!"

Zhao Chongming opened his briefcase and took out a silver mobile phone: "Look!"

Li Dakang took the phone and examined it carefully.

The device is extremely thin, with a 3.5-inch screen that emits a cool glow, and no buttons on the front.

"What is this?" Li Dakang frowned.

"Nova 1st generation".

Zhao Chongming pressed the side button, and the screen lit up instantly—capacitive touch, virtual keyboard, and multitasking switching were as smooth as silk.

"It is equipped with our self-developed NovaOS system, supports 3G network, and has built-in email, maps, music and browser."

He swiped the screen and brought up a PDF: "This is the letter of intent signed between my Chongming Technology and the Chongming Electronics Processing Plant that we're going to have soon—the first batch of OEM production is 50 units. And this, I can do OEM production for Samsung and Apple, with a total order value of $1.2 million."

Li Dakang's pupils contracted slightly.

Although he didn't understand the technology, the words "120 million US dollars," "500,000 units," and "Europe and America" ​​were enough to shock him.

"Did you...do this?"

"Incubated in an MIT lab, I led the development team in Silicon Valley."

Zhao Chongming said calmly, "Don't worry, I have a full copyright patent contract. My first stop after returning to China was originally Beijing, but I'll be honest with you now, I chose Handong because my father is here, and I hope he can stay and continue to serve the people!"

That's very straightforward.

Li Dakang looked at Zhao Chongming carefully.

Although they both share the surname Zhao.

However, Zhao Chongming and Zhao Ruilong are completely different people.

Zhao Ruilong, that little bastard, is very shrewd. He knows the whole process very well. He sets up a scheme by using shell companies to take out high-interest loans, then forces the companies to pledge their shares, and then gets the government to demolish and clear the land. In the end, the land is sold at a high price. After going around in circles, the profits flow back to the Zhao family.

Dafeng Factory is one such example.

Zhao Chongming was considering the manufacturing industry, job opportunities, and, unabashedly, his intention to help his father rise to power.

In addition, there's the fact that this kid has studied abroad.

Li Dakang felt it was reliable.

After a moment of silence, Li Dakang suddenly asked, "What do you need?"

"500 mu of land in Nanhu Industrial Zone, zero land price; full refund of local tax revenue within ten years; 5 million yuan credit line from the China Development Bank." Zhao Chongming looked him straight in the eye. "In return—8000 jobs will be created within three years, and annual tax payments will be no less than 3 million yuan."

Li Dakang leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He was doing the math: 8000 jobs equals solving the livelihood problems of 8000 families, which means social stability.

In addition, the 3 million yuan in tax revenue is equivalent to one-third of the annual industrial tax revenue of Guangming District.

"Made by Samsung and Apple" is equivalent to international brand endorsement, which also means that the political achievement is of high value.

More importantly—this was done by Zhao Dehan's son, not by someone like Zhao Ruilong who used unorthodox methods.

"Your father said you are a thorough worker."

Li Dakang said slowly, "But I need to see the real thing."

Zhao Chongming pulled out a stack of documents from the bottom of the box—the "Overall Plan for Nanhu Intelligent Manufacturing Valley":

"It's not just about contract manufacturing. In the future, this area will gather upstream and downstream companies such as chip design, screen modules, and battery packs, creating a Chinese version of the 'Silicon Valley manufacturing corridor'."

Li Dakang looked at it carefully, occasionally asking questions.

Zhao Chongming answered fluently.

This also made Li Dakang dare not underestimate Zhao Chongming.

This kid really knows his stuff.

If we can really bring over the contract manufacturing plant, if we can really bring over Chongming Technology.

Economic construction and development need no further explanation.

The zero-cost land transaction will also be resolved as orders arrive.

As long as there are people, as long as people can make money, and the atmosphere is good, the surrounding entrepreneurs and capitalists will definitely come. The first thing will be the supporting enterprises to move in. When people have money, the land will appreciate in value, and commerce will prosper.

Li Dakang felt that he could improve.

Turning to the last page, I saw a line of small print: "Initial investment: 12 billion RMB!"

He closed the file, finally smiling. "Mr. Zhao, bring your team to the municipal government tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. We'll have a coordination meeting. You need government loans, you need government assistance, and I certainly won't hesitate to help!"

Zhao Chongming looked at Li Dakang with a smile: "Secretary Li, then I'll trouble you!"

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!" Li Dakang said with a smile, "You've given me a really big surprise!"