Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Flying to Pingjiang City, Hedong Province, Yang Rui was not in a hurry to go home, but went to find his father first.

Yang Rui's father, Comrade Yang Feng, had just reported to the Provincial Investment Promotion Bureau for two months, but his old appearance had changed.

When Yang Rui saw Comrade Yang Feng, he was wearing a shirt, scolding two young staff members in gentle words.

When he was the Secretary of the Party Committee of Xizhaizi Township, Comrade Yang Feng’s best attire was a Chinese tunic suit. Most of the time, he didn’t even wear a jacket, and just sat in the office in a half-new overall. At first glance, it is almost the same as an old farmer.

And when teaching his subordinates, Yang Feng always scolded loudly in Xizhaizi Township. He didn't shout with his voice high, he called it criticism.

Obviously, Comrade Yang Feng has learned a lot of advanced management experience in the provincial government.

Yang Rui watched the two staff leave with a smile, walked up to his father, and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of offending people by talking about him in front of many people?"

"Only injustice will offend people. Communists are afraid of offending people." Yang Feng snorted twice, and then laughed: "A leader needs a lot of energy. If you are unwilling, the people below will not If you cheat you quietly, when the time comes, the leader will blame you and say that your leadership is not good. You will inevitably have to manage people in the future, learn a little bit."

Yang Rui laughed, he knew that his father was not a good man and a believer, so he couldn't help saying: "Shouldn't we still lie to him?"

"If you can't make achievements, you can call your subordinates to lie to your superiors. If you have made achievements, you can't wait for the superiors to know, so why lie?" Yang Feng said, looking at Yang Rui, and asked: "It's summer vacation?"

"No, I took a leave of absence and came back with something to do."

Yang Feng's eyes froze: "Go out and talk. I leave work early today."

The two came out of the office building of the Bureau of Commerce, then out of the courtyard of the provincial government, and then went around to a side street. There was no one around, so Yang Feng asked, "What happened?"

"The road is blocked by people." Yang Rui took a deep breath, and slowly shook off DuPont, Zeneca and related topics one by one, and occasionally interrupted the settlement agreement of Garnica to prove that he understood the US litigation system .

Yang Feng listened half-understood, answered (asked several questions, then let out a long breath and looked up at the sky.

"What's wrong?" Yang Rui asked.

Yang Feng continued to look at the sky and said, "I didn't expect the world to change so much."

Yang Rui was very angry and funny: "Dad, now is not the time for such emotion."

"What should I do if I don't feel emotional, I don't understand your stuff. I don't understand the laws of the United States, I don't understand the company you are talking about, and I don't understand the ass thief you are talking about."

"; "Fart thief, your father, I have never caught a thief, and I don't even know your foreign thief. Comrade Yang Feng put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps, and said, "Your father, I can't keep up with the times." "

"See what you said." Yang Rui coughed twice, suppressed the emotions in his heart, took a breath, and said, "Dad, I can't play the international style of the international company anymore. I came back this time just to I need the experience of your township party secretary to help."

"The experience of the secretary of the township party committee? What do you do?"

"I'm going to cheat Zeneca's WestJet factory." Yang Rui had already thought about it along the way, and when he said it now, it was as smooth as if his old constipation had been cured.

Yang Feng’s township party committee secretary was called the commune secretary in the early years. As a former commune secretary, Yang Feng was not disgusted when he heard the word “deception”, but was eager to try it. He asked: “WestJet factory is Zeneca and The foreign trade cooperation of Chinese medicine, you cheated them, are you afraid of their retaliation?"

The secretary of the commune, Fan Er, just asked what the consequences would be rather than asking how to cheat.

Yang Rui also seemed to have regained the familiar feeling, and said with a lot of relief: "If there is any benefit in DuPont's mixing, this is it."

"Oh?"

"DuPont asked Zeneca to stop paying me dividends based on their purpose and right appeal. Zeneca has no direct interests in this process, so I think Zeneca owes me a favor."

"Foreign companies are so good, are they willing to owe you favors?"

"It's just a statement. In short, Zeneca breached the contract first, and I cheated them, and then seek forgiveness or something. There should be a chance. At least, the trouble won't get out of hand."

"That's not true." Yang Feng didn't quite agree with Yang Rui's judgment, but he still said, "What about the foreign trade of Chinese medicine?"

"National Medicine Foreign Trade did not get any dividends." Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "Zelikang still needs to be shameless. The most important thing is that they probably also took precautions, so there is no blatant breach of contract, but if they just drag the dividends and refuse to pay, Even if I sue them, the most I can do is to pay dividends within a time limit. In order to achieve this goal, Zeneca is delaying the dividends from Sinomedicine Foreign Trade.”

Yang Feng nodded: "But Chinese medical foreign traders have a great career, and they don't care about being delayed for a few days. Anyway, it's not my own money."

"If this is the case, the foreign trade of Chinese medicine with a big family and business should not care about the WestJet factory." Yang Rui shrugged and replied.

Yang Feng said in a deep voice: "The risk is great."

"There is no way out." Yang Rui shook his head and said, "My idea is to persuade Sinopharm to shut down the WestJet factory in protest before Zeneca pays dividends."

"Stop work? WestJet's factory is making a lot of money every day, how can Chinese medical foreign trade be willing to stop work, and, what do you rely on to persuade?"

"I found a connection in Beijing, and I have some hope." Yang Rui was talking about Jing Cuncheng, whose network of connections is dense, and Sino Medical Foreign Trade, as a professional export-oriented central enterprise, negotiates with overseas companies in different ways. The normal situation, and the "funding" given by Yang Rui is sufficient, as long as Director Hai of the Precision Chemical Department agrees, it can be done at this time.

Yang Rui made some explanations, and then said, "Actually, I didn't want the WestJet factory to shut down. I told Zeneca that after the shutdown, the Westborg Meat Factory could continue production."

The Westburg Meat Factory is the production company of the WestJet factory. At the beginning, the contract of the Westburg Meat Factory was signed in this way. The Westburg Meat Factory was responsible for the production and management of the production, and at the same time provided the factory building, establishment and local support.

National Medicine Foreign Trade is responsible for domestic policy support, export, and appears as a seller.

Zeneca is the provider of funds and equipment, and at the same time signed a contract to purchase coenzyme at a certain price.

Hong Kong Sinovel is the technology provider, providing technical solutions, and then dividends in proportion.

Just like a four-corner table, this kind of cooperation mode is very stable under smooth conditions, but if one party changes, it will become unstable, and if the two parties change, it will become wobbly.

Yang Feng quickly understood: "You want Xibao Meat Factory to produce coenzyme and sell it to China Medicine Foreign Trade? Are they willing?"

"Director Hai is willing." Yang Rui paused and said, "I promise to give him 20% of the net profit."

"Where is the West Fort Meat Factory?"

"They don't know yet, I want you to help me say, my idea, 10% or 20% of the profit, can be given to anyone. I can also promise to help them build a coenzyme factory and help them train Employees, adjust the equipment." It is very troublesome to build a factory, and the West Fort Meat Joint Factory has no factors of pharmaceutical companies. Although it looks at the WestJet factory, it has never made up its mind to build its own factory.

Building a new factory is a collective benefit, and dividends are a personal benefit. In the past, Yang Rui was not willing to pay bribes so blatantly, but now he can't control it anymore. Anyway, it is indispensable for a pharmaceutical company to have its first time.

Yang Feng thought about it and said: "You are producing in a factory funded by Zeneca, and then you don't give the money to Zeneca, but give the share of Zeneca to Director Hai and someone from the Xibao Meat Factory ?”

"It's about the same." Being said so bluntly, Yang Rui's cheeks became hot.

Comrade Yang Feng didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He paced and thought with great interest, and smiled after a while: "You're still pretty good. You boy, when you come to the village, you can be a director of the party and government office at least. "

Yang Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Aren't you afraid that they will dump you and do it yourself?" Yang Feng suddenly asked again.

"The people in the Xibao Meat Factory don't know the people in the foreign trade of Chinese medicine, and they barely know them, and they don't have a sense of trust. They don't know what's going on with Zeneca, and besides, you're here." Yang Rui complimented with a smile Said: "You are a local snake, they work on the territory of Xi County, they can't leave a piece of residue for Lao Yang's family."

"What you want is the residue." Yang Feng smiled, and asked again: "Is this product easy to sell? Is there a way for TCM Foreign Trade to sell it?"

"The big deal is to sell it cheaper. Coenzymes are in short supply in the international market. Zeneca has just disabled the Japanese company, and the market price has also been raised. It should not be difficult for Director Hai to find two pharmaceutical brokers and keep enough profits. Selling .”

Yang Feng nodded: "Director Hai takes 20% of the profit, so he should be very active."

"So, you agreed?" Yang Rui heaved a sigh of relief.

Yang Feng smiled: "Agreed, why not agree, the factory on our site, let's produce something and sell it ourselves, who cares."

Although he has experienced the experience of the provincial government, when Comrade Yang Feng talked about the territory, he still couldn't help showing the gangster look unique to the secretary of the commune.

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