"Master Zhao, thank you!" Su Xinhe said seriously.

Zhao Jinlong, who was pickling millet porridge from the plastic bag, suddenly paused when pickled cucumbers and soft bread. This was the first time he heard Su Xinhe say thank you to him!

This made him feel a little flattered, and he turned around and waved his hand in a panic: "Mr. Su, this is all I should do, you are too polite."

"What should you do? Master Zhao, the most important thing you should do is to be a driver for me, not to buy food for me. Look at me, except for helping you buy something, who else has come to see me." Su Xinhe's mentality has become much calmer.

He didn't resent anything. Everyone was adults and knew what was going on. There was no need for that.

If there is anything wrong, it is because he did not take his own responsibilities in advance.

I took the bowl of half-drink millet porridge in one breath, then added another pickled cucumber to put it in my mouth, crispy and spicy, which was particularly refreshing: "Master Zhao, the pickled cucumber you added is indeed delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious pickled cucumber."

This praise made Zhao Jinlong feel embarrassed, especially the person who praised him was his boss, which made him feel particularly satisfied.

"Mr. Su, if you want to eat it, I'll take it to you in the future. To be honest, I've eaten the pickled cucumbers made by my wife for more than ten years, and I think it's very good, haha!" He couldn't help but smile happily.

"Master Zhao, how are you doing at home? The salary I had not paid last month. Has your family's life been affected as well?" Su Xinhe asked him while drinking millet porridge with pickled cucumbers.

After drinking a bowl of millet porridge, Zhao Jinlong poured the rest into his bowl: "Mr. Su is slower to drink, I'll buy it if it's not enough."

"Enough is enough, isn't there any soft bread? I mainly eat your pickled cucumbers delicious, and I can't help but drink more millet porridge." Su Xinhe said with a smile.

"Master Zhao, tell me, the salary I had not paid last month, is it because my family's life also affected?" Su Xinhe asked again, and he finally said, "I want to listen to the truth, tell the truth."

"Well, it still has some impact, but my wife and I are dual-employees. My wife does piecework jobs. Her salary is higher than mine. Their company pays a normal salary, and our family still has some savings. In a short period of time, the impact will not be too great." Zhao Jinlong looked honest.

"But I'm fine, but our company has many single young girls and girls. I think they are not good. They are all too young. They spend all their money today and will not be able to save money tomorrow. If they don't pay a month's salary, many of them will not be able to hold on."

"In addition, my family is a demolition house for depositors on the edge of the city. Our family has divided up three more units, so I don't have to pay back the loan. Our family earns as much as it earns. But I know that many people in our company buy houses with loans. They need to pay back the loan every month, and this thing will be a life. Not paying a salary for a month will definitely have an impact on their lives, and it has a great impact."

Su Xinhe has been listening silently. He has not paid attention to these "ordinary things" for many years.

His previous company had a high income and an annual salary of one million. After he started his own business, his essence was to make money for himself, and of course he would not pay attention to the issue of "employees' livelihood". But now when everything has returned to the starting point, Su Xinhe realized that he was neglecting some very important things.

"So that's the case. Master Zhao, I really have no money now, but I have already figured out a way. You know, I have gone to the municipal government twice. I believe the government will not forget us. Don't worry, I will give you the salary I owe you."

"Well, I believe it too!" Zhao Jinlong nodded, but the expression on his face was not relaxed.

Su Xinhe could also see that he was not unhappy, it was human nature.

"Master Zhao, who do you think is the most powerful in Bocheng and who has the money?" Su Xinhe asked a question that he was unwilling to accept.

Zhao Jinlong didn't understand what he said, but he thought about it seriously and said, "If you want to be rich, it must be a petrochemical factory. Sinopec's branch. I heard that the wages of employees in the factory are as low as 5,000 yuan per month, and all five insurances and one fund will be paid. I heard that the provident fund alone can get more than 10,000 yuan by the end of the year."

Zhao Jinlong was also envious, but unfortunately his education was too low. The petrochemical factory now requires a bachelor's degree or above to enter. If he goes forward for ten years, he can only have a full-time college degree or above. He has not graduated even though he has only a high school student, just think about it.

Zhao Jinlong is obviously an answer to the question. Two barrels of oil from state-owned enterprises are monopoly industries. Can they lose money?

But Su Xinhe also understood that others would never fund his company, let alone acquire his company.

"Master Zhao, think about it carefully. I'm talking about private factories. Who do you think is the richest?" Su Xinhe asked him again, limiting the conditions.

Zhao Jinlong is just a driver. He usually has too few faces to touch and can't even think of it.

After a long time, Su Xinhe drank the second bowl of millet porridge and ate the soft bread. He said uncertainly: "Mr. Su, to be honest, I don't know much, but I heard that there is a paper mill in Bocheng that is quite powerful, and can earn 10 or 20 billion a year."

"There is another Dongcheng Chemical Industry, which is also quite powerful. It seems that it can earn more than 10 billion yuan a year. The others are those private petrochemical plants. Anyway, I looked at the big taxpayers in Bocheng in my circle of friends, and the top ten are basically petrochemical plants."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jinlong suddenly remembered something, and he said, "I almost forgot if I don't mention this. Mr. Su, the youngest rich man in our Bocheng, is called, what's the name? He is the one who bought Rolls-Royce, and he is rich. I see that he can rank in the top fifteen in the taxpayer!"

Su Xinhe couldn't forget this person. He asked: "Master Zhao, what you are talking about is Shang Fuhai and the boss of Baofei Group, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's him. I looked at the top fifteen of the taxpayers in my circle of friends. My goodness, who are they? How did he look like a young man? I can't think of it at all."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jinlong said more: "He can earn billions of miles a year. Oh, be good, then he will have to earn tens of millions a day."

Su Xinhe was a little suffocated when he said this. It was not that he was shocked by this number, but that he remembered that when Cao Hongdong was still there in 2015, Cao Hongdong invited him and Liu Jinhui to have dinner. At that time, Zhang Yiming from Toutiao and Shang Fuhai, who had only emerged in his eyes.

Who knew that he couldn't see the person he saw at the beginning, and now he is doing so awesome.

He can only look down on it!

"Shang Fuhai?" Su Xinhe said this name in his mouth. He blinked his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Shang Fuhai and Xu Jinxu have a very good personal relationship. When Xu Jinxu entered the entertainment industry, his famous songs were written by Shang Fuhai for him." The deeper Su Xinhe thought about it, he remembered a lot of information that he had never cared about in the past.

No matter how you think about this, you think it’s too weird. How come a young entrepreneur can write so many songs, and they’re all so popular.

"Xu Jinxu said he could help me find a buyer. Could it be this Shang Fuhai?" Su Xinhe thought of this.

But if you don’t plan to guess again, Su Xinhe said again: “Master Zhao, you said if I sell the company…”

Before he could finish his words this time, Zhao Jinlong rushed to ask: "Mr. Su, you want to sell the company? But is anyone buying it?"

He is a real person and he doesn't speak in a roundabout way, but sometimes speaking like this makes it easy to offend people.

If it were the past, Su Xinhe would definitely not want to hear this.

But it doesn't matter today. His communication with Zhao Jinlong today can be regarded as meeting this honest and honest man, and he is really too honest.

"Yes, and I have come to the door. I didn't plan to sell it. I was thinking about whether there was any other way to get money to run the company normally." Su Xinhe still had the last struggle in his heart.

But when he saw Zhao Jinlong, listening to what he said just now, he thought that more families might be anxious to use the money.

The most important thing is that he thought about a lot of questions when he was alone just now, and he really has no ability to turn things around.

Even if he goes to the bank to borrow another 1 billion yuan, can he be sure to run Guoguang new energy vehicles?

The qualification application has been submitted for more than a year, and even if it is queuing up, it is his turn. However, he has found a lot of connections and spent a lot of money to go out, but the result is like a rock sinking into the sea.

"I thought about it and it's nothing to sell it. At least you can have a stable job and earn some money to support your family. Are you right?" Su Xinhe rarely showed a smile.

How long has it been, he was so depressed that he couldn't remember anything that could make him happy for even a minute.

But today I thought about some questions, and the hurdle in my heart disappeared, and my mood became better unconsciously.

Even if Xu Jinxu has any plans, even if Xu Zhongyou may have played a role in it, it doesn't matter.

Su Xinhe even felt that he and Liu Jinhui didn't take Zhang Yiming and Fu Hai seriously, and felt that they were far from comparable to the two of them. Now, thinking about it, what a ridiculous idea this is.

Market rumors that Toutiao's Series D financing has come to an end with a high valuation of US$11 billion.

Zhang Yiming owns considerable shares in Toutiao, so his current wealth can be imagined.

In addition, what Zhao Jinlong just mentioned is the ranking of the big taxpayers in Bocheng that he saw in his circle of friends.

If Shang Fuhai's company can enter the top 15, it is easy to imagine how much revenue he has in a year is far from being comparable to that of a person who has no revenue.

He also wondered where did his courage to despise Zhang Yiming and Fu Hai come from?

He wants to know the answer!
Chapter completed!