Watching Han Zesheng leave, Fu Song turned around and returned to the comprehensive building, went directly to the school office on the fourth floor, locked the door from the inside, and found the phone book from the drawer.

The phone book records people I met in the capital some time ago, including from the Academy of Social Sciences, from the Planning Commission, and from the Sports Reform Commission.

After reading the names one by one, most people only have a few drinks of wine. They are not very familiar with each other. Fu Song felt that the other party might not be able to help. After thinking about it, he could only call Deng Tao.

I was lucky, and I waited less than ten minutes before I heard Deng Tao's loud voice.

"You grandson, how long has it been since you called me? Are you trapped in Xiao Zhumei's gentle hometown and can't get out? Haha..."

Damn, Deng Tao really doesn’t open the pot, does he know that he and Xiao Zhumei have apart?

"Senior brother, I'm talking about serious business. I'm in trouble. I want to ask you for help."

"If you don't say it, I forgot that we are still brothers. If you have something to ask me, call me a senior brother. There is no need for me to call me Lao Deng. You really won't suffer any loss."

Fu Song coughed awkwardly and smiled apologized: "Senior Brother, look at what you said. Calling Senior Brother is to express respect for you, calling Old Deng is to express intimacy, do you think so?"

Deng Tao laughed and scolded: "Who wants to be intimate with you? Tell me, what's the matter?"

Fu Song briefly explained the matter and asked: "Senior Brother, is there any chance?"

Deng Tao asked: "What is your relationship with that Hong Kong businessman? How did you meet?"

Fu Song casually said, "He is one of my distant cousins, my mother's relationship. Last year he came to Mucheng to inspect investment, which is a relationship. Senior brother, do you check your household registration? Or do you treat me as a spy?"

Deng Tao said angrily: "I'm worried that you will be cheated. OK, since you say you are a relative, you are a relative. Wait for me and I'll call to ask, but I don't dare to make a promise."

Wei Qifeng is the secretary and deputy director of the Agricultural Research Institute. He has limited energy and dare not take too many students. He carefully selected each student. In the years since the resumption of the college entrance examination, he has collected less than ten masters and doctoral students.

The seniors and sisters had graduated and started working last year. Now there are only two people in the sect, Deng Tao and Fu Song. Since the junior brother has spoken, Deng Tao, as the senior brother, has to help him no matter what.

Fu Song stomped back and forth in the office, turning his head to look at the phone from time to time, not knowing who Deng Tao would look for. What should I do if Deng Tao had no chance? Do you really have to pin your hope on the leadership team of Ying County?

If it really doesn't work, I can only go to Jiaoao. I still don't believe it. If I leave Mucheng, I will stop turning the earth?

If I really get to this point, if I invest a penny in Mucheng in the future, I will not be named Fu!

Damn, why is it so difficult to do something?

"Dingling..."

Fu Song rushed forward and grabbed the phone. It was indeed Deng Tao.

"Is that true? OK, Lao Deng, thank you brother!"

"Get out! I'll thank you just by saying thank you, but I won't do it without some practical actions!"

"In September, I will start the project in September. I will accompany you whatever the fuck you want to do. How about it?"

"Haha, I've already recorded it. Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, I'll talk about it then."

Listening to the busy sound coming from the microphone, Fu Song clenched his fists excitedly, saying that there is someone in the court that can do something!

He was in Mucheng like a headless fly, and Deng Tao called his undergraduate classmate who worked in the State Economic and Trade Commission, and the matter was solved.

As expected, before getting off work the next day, Fu Song received a call from Han Zesheng and learned that the project application had begun to be submitted.

"What do you say in Yingxian?" Although the problem was solved, Fu Song still had a thorn stuck in his heart. He didn't vent his anger and felt uncomfortable all over.

Han Ze laughed and screamed: "Mr. Fu, your move is really too clever. I received a call from me yesterday afternoon. The first and second-in-commands of Ying County rushed over that night. They blocked the door of the director of the Foreign Trade Commission's office early this morning. Section Chief Li said that these three people almost started fighting."

Fu Song sighed. It was not easy for his two parents to be in charge. In order to win this project, he didn't even want to be shameless.

The first and second leaders of Ying County were in a bustling foreign trade committee, which made the director named Gao look dirty and inadvertently vent his anger for Fu Song. Fu Song felt that he owed the other party a favor for this matter, although their real intention was not to vent his anger for him.

Moreover, he remembered that the two parents and officials in Ying County were promoted later, and one of them even entered the province, with the title of "in charge" and was specifically responsible for economic work.

It is definitely nothing wrong to have a good relationship with them, and Fu Song doesn't mind giving them another gift.

"Old Han, next time you go to Ying County, don't worry about coming back. Let's take a walk there and see if there are any investment opportunities."

Han Zesheng immediately said: "I have been to it twice before, visited many places, and found that there is a good project."

“What project?”

“Stone processing.”

Fu Song couldn't help but nodded. Han Zesheng had a good vision. The stone processing in Yingxian is indeed a good industry.

Ying County has rich reserves of stone resources, many varieties and excellent texture. It is one of the largest granite and marble production areas in China, such as granite white hemp, cherry blossom red, crystal white jade, black and white flowers, white marble, etc. It can not only be sold domestically, but also used for export and foreign exchange earnings.

In his previous life, Yingxian's stone industry's annual output value was nearly 10 billion yuan, accounting for about 18% of GDP. It is one of the important pillar industries in the local area and has huge development potential.

"Lao Han, does the policy allow foreign capital to enter this industry?"

Han Zesheng said: "I asked, there is no hope for sole proprietorship, but I can have a joint venture with local collective enterprises. My idea is to use the imported plate production line as capital, and cooperate with the local government and village collective to establish a joint venture."

Fu Song said without hesitation: "As long as the policy allows, you should do it boldly. I will say hello to Mr. Lu."

"Okay, I will go to Ying County to inspect the location of the feed factory tomorrow, and I will talk to them at that time."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Song stood by the window, looking at the sparkling sea surface, where a fiery red sunset hung on the sea surface, reflecting the sea surface into an orange color.

"He laughed at Zhuge Liang secretly, saying that the old man and young man are strong; although they are old and refreshed, killing people is like slaughtering chickens and sheep. He urged the horse to come on the front of the formation and sent the child to death."

Suddenly, Fu Song sang a paragraph of "Dingjun Mountain", and was still a little unfulfilled, and repeated twice: "I urged the horse to come on the front of the formation, and I came to die."
Chapter completed!