It was already dark at 5:50 in the afternoon.

Yesterday, I made an appointment with Luo Yonggui to treat him to dinner. Fu Song, as the host, came to Deyue Tower ten minutes in advance.

Deyuelou is the largest and best hotel in Mucheng City. It is said to have a history of hundreds of years. After the public-private partnership in the 1950s, it was continuously repurchased private shares and finally became a state-owned hotel.

This is the first time Fu Song came to Deyuelou after his rebirth. He used to have no money, but today he took advantage of the opportunity of public funds to eat and drink and have a good meal.

Fu Song brought only Ge Shouwen to the pig farm. The two of them came to the Wanghai Hall where they were booked. After the waiter got in the tea, they disappeared.

Ge Shouwen was used to this and picked up the newspaper on the table and read it.

Fu Song complained: "With this service attitude, I will write the word Fu upside down if I don't go bankrupt in the future."

Ge Shouwen raised his eyelids and said, "You are kidding, can state-owned hotels go bankrupt? It's good to have tea, and your requirements are too high."

Fu Song was too lazy to argue with him and said, "Then let's go and see."

Ge Shouwen suddenly said: "Old Fu, I heard that you used to work in the development zone, why did you come to work again?"

Fu Song called out and said, "If I say I like academics, do you believe it?"

Ge Shouwen rolled his eyes: "What do you think?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "What I said is the truth, why don't you believe it? Of course, this is just one of the reasons, and there is another reason. I am not optimistic about the development prospects of the development zone."

Ge Shouwen wondered: "Isn't optimistic? It shouldn't be the case. The first Sino-US joint venture was established in the second half of last year. Recently, another Hong Kong businessman came to inspect investment. You wouldn't belittle the development zone so much because of regret, right?"

Fu Song said angrily: "Lao Ge, are I the kind of person you said?"

Ge Shouwen nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Fu Song almost vomited blood, and he really wanted to punch him in his handsome face, "No, why are you interested in the development zone? You don't plan to go to the development zone, right? Lao Ge, I must advise you, don't jump into this mud pit..."

"What are you talking about? I'm doing well now, and I'm going to the development zone after my head is in. Isn't this the Hong Kong businessman introduced in the newspaper just now? It's said that he is a descendant of Lu Yijian. Do you know Lu Yijian?"

Fu Song's face turned dark: "Lao Ge, I'm a college person at least. Don't watch people in the cracks?"

Ge Shouwen laughed and said, "It's my fault. Alas, old Fu, this Hong Kong businessman is still a fellow villager with you."

Fu Song sneered: "Zhu Yuanzhang also said that Zhu Xi was his ancestor. Lu Yijian's father was an official in Huaizhou, and his whole family had moved there long ago. Do you believe this kind of thing if you put gild on your face?"

Ge Shouwen nodded and said, "That's right."

At this time, the door of the private room opened, Luo Yonggui came, and a young man was following behind him.

"Sorry, Director Fu and Secretary Ge, I have let you wait for a long time. I will punish myself three times in a while!"

Fu Song said: "That won't work! You drank three glasses by yourself. What did you let me drink? I came for your Maotai wine!"

Luo Yonggui laughed and said, "I am willing to drink with a real person like Director Fu, so please feel free! Don't worry, I have enough Moutai."

With a wave of his hand, the young man behind him placed the bag in his hand on the table, took out four bottles of Moutai from it, and placed them one by one on the table.

"Are we four people, one bottle per person, enough?"

Fu Song licked his lips and said, "Director Luo is so happy!"

Fu Song didn't live a very comfortable life in his previous life, and his career and relationship were repeatedly frustrated. He had no other hobbies, but he liked to drink some wine and listen to operas. He was considered an amateur fan.

After sitting down, Luo Yonggui introduced the young man beside him. The young man was named Yang Kai, his wife and nephew. The young man was named Luo Yonggui and said he was the eldest uncle.

Luo Yonggui's wife works as a financial in the fan factory. Luo Yonggui takes Yang Kai with him and trains him, intending to hand over the sales work of the fan factory to him in the future. This is a typical family business style.

However, Fu Song also understood Luo Yonggui's arrangement. In today's wild era, family businesses have their own origins and the soil for growth cannot be viewed from the perspective of future generations.

Yang Kai was eloquent and did not have the same words of persuasion. Fu Song had a alcohol test in his previous life and was able to deal with it with it with ease, but it was a pain for Ge Shouwen. Faced with Yang Kai's enthusiastic toast, he was already slightly drunk after two rounds.

After three rounds of wine, I took a short rest.

Before we knew it, we talked about our respective entrepreneurial stories.

After hearing Luo Yonggui's sad entrepreneurial journey, Fu Song sighed, "I am lucky. No one dares to bully me with my back against this big tree. If I were to rely on me alone, it would be impossible to open such a large-scale pig farm."

Luo Yonggui picked up the cup and touched it around, slapped it, smashed it, smashed it, and said, "Actually, what I said just now is nothing. Who hasn't been scolded, and who hasn't been rolled? He just endured it, and he could see the faces of some people clearly. What he feared most was that he met a scammer, just say, "I'm cheated out of more than 20,000 yuan in the second year of opening a fan factory. 20,000 yuan in 1983. I turned my hair white all night. It's so miserable! After the end of the year, I settled the accounts, and it's basically a waste of time this year."

"Liar?" Fu Song's hand holding the wine glass shook, and his brows couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that he had forgotten something?

"Yes, a liar!" Although several years have passed, when Luo Yonggui mentioned the fraud, he still couldn't let it go. "That bastard first started two small businesses with me, both of which were paid in cash. I think this person is okay, so he gained my trust. Then the lion spoke up and paid only 10% of the goods and took away my goods for 40,000 yuan. At that time, we were too real, and we didn't understand this routine, alas..."

Ge Shouwen said in confusion: "Didn't you just say that you were cheated of 20,000 yuan, why did it become 40,000 yuan again?"

Luo Yonggui explained: "The 20,000 I just mentioned is the actual investment of the fan factory, and the 40,000 is the payment for the goods. I can't help but make money."

Ge Shouwen said in surprise: "The profits of fans are so high?"

Luo Yonggui said: "The past few years are okay. In the past two years, there have been more fan factories. Raw materials such as mung beans and sweet potatoes have begun to rise in prices, and the profits are not that high."

Scammers, liars, liars...

After taking the payment, I ran away, and after taking the payment...

Fu Song kept muttering in his heart, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. Yes, liar, that Hong Kong businessman may be a liar!

Grab the newspaper that Ge Shouwen just read from the coffee table behind him. He was lucky. There was a frontal photo of the Hong Kong businessman in the newspaper.
Chapter completed!