Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 627 641 [Roasted Sweet Potatoes]

If Fang Guoqing was a little suspicious of Song Zhichao at the beginning, now, after hearing what Song Zhichao said, he seemed to understand something.

Now that the country is reforming and opening up, the state vigorously supports the government departments in various regions to develop the economy wholeheartedly, so that the people can have enough food. Therefore, all provinces, cities, and even counties and towns are actively responding to the call of the central government, striving to attract investment and realize the grand strategy of economic development .

But is it so easy to attract investment?

It's like having a daughter in the family and wanting to recruit a son-in-law. If you don't have enough qualifications, who will come and cut in for you?
Nandu City is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains. Although it is rich in natural treasures and outstanding people, as an inland area, it does not belong to a transportation hub.

As the leader of the investment promotion department, Fang Guoqing is deeply touched by this.

In particular, the last few investment projects failed due to inconvenient transportation. The overseas Chinese from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, as well as foreign investment businessmen, basically come here to eat, drink, brag, and then pat their butts and leave. The money was not kept, but the investment promotion department took a lot of money instead.

Nowadays, all major cities in the province are engaging in a "big competition" for investment promotion, especially after the Chinese New Year, the province's selection will begin to see which city has the best investment efficiency and performance.

Fang Guoqing and others got together to study, and it was over. This year's Nandu City's investment promotion results turned out to be negative.

What is this concept?
It’s just that you didn’t do practical things for the people and bring benefits, but instead caused the government to lose a lot of money—to put it bluntly, you were just doing food instead of doing things.

Fang Guoqing's head got big.

This is how to do?It's not that they don't work hard, it's that those foreign-funded enterprises and overseas Chinese are too cunning, they don't like this place, how can they attract investment?
Now, the test papers are almost due, and the score is still negative. When the time comes, I will not be counted as being criticized. It may also affect Shangfeng's impression of Nandu City. Maybe the allocation of funds for infrastructure construction will be postponed.

At this moment, Fang Guoqing accidentally saw Song Zhichao's "investment remittance", and then his mind became active.

……

"The general reason is this." Fang Guoqing said to Song Zhichao, "Currently, the investment promotion projects in our city are lacklustre, or even none. The important point, the important point is that our unqualified answer sheet this time may affect the construction and development of Nandu City in the future, and by then, we people will become the sinners of Nandu City."

Fang Guoqing sighed with embarrassment and shame on his face.

Song Haiming didn't understand these things, so he just poured tea and water for them, ordered his wife Wang Jinfeng to prepare some food and drinks, and had a drink with the leaders later—after all, it was almost noon, and they couldn't be left hungry Stomach back.

Wang Jinfeng is a very simple rural woman, of course she would not let her go home hungry, so she immediately asked her daughter Song Yuqing to go with her to work in the kitchen.

Song Yuqing was not happy, so she pouted --- she was still looking forward to playing with Du Chunmei and the others, and she didn't want to be driven into the kitchen to help.

Here, Song Zhichao didn't say a word after listening to Fang Guoqing's words, because he knew that no matter what he said at this time, he would give the other party an illusion that he was going to take care of this mess. You can just slap yourself in the face, so before you don't care about it, it's better to pretend to be deaf and dumb first, and not answer.

Fang Guoqing and the others originally came to the Song family this time, hoping for Song Zhichao's help. To be precise, they came to ask Song Zhichao.

There's nothing wrong with Song Zhichao, but he just can't stand others putting on airs—whatever director, minister, or high-ranking official you are, since you are here to ask me for help, then lower your status and don't take it I don't like official power to suppress me.

Seeing that Song Zhichao took a firestick and pulled out the charcoal fire in the basin, he remained silent.

Fang Guoqing couldn't help being a little embarrassed. He felt that his "speech" just now was already full of expressions, but he still failed to convince the other party.

At this time, the men who followed Fang Guoqing became a little impatient, and said to Song Zhichao: "Comrade Song, Minister Fang seldom asks for help in person, let alone come to give you New Year greetings in person - these are all sincerity." Perfect!"

Song Zhichao looked up at the man. It was a man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a secretary.

"Full of sincerity?" Song Zhichao smiled, and pulled out the three roasted sweet potatoes that his mother Wang Jinfeng threw in with a fire stick a few times in the charcoal fire, then picked up the biggest one and blew it, handed it Said to Fang Guoqing: "Come, eat sweet potatoes."

Fang Guoqing was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the dark roasted sweet potatoes that had been grilled over charcoal fire.

You know, he is the person in charge of the investment promotion department. He usually receives those famous foreign-funded enterprises, or big businessmen from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan. The occasions he enters and exits are very high-end hotels, VIP halls, and the food he eats is delicacies from mountains and seas. He also drank Moutai Wuliangye—not because he loves to eat and drink, but mainly to entertain foreign guests and overseas Chinese. He couldn’t let them eat chaffy vegetables and make a living at street food stalls——that How else to attract investment?

Because of this, Fang Guoqing's life can be said to be "bright clothing and jade food". He has never eaten roasted sweet potatoes, so when Song Zhichao asked him to eat roasted sweet potatoes, he was a little stunned--you have to worry about your own image, Chewing sweet potatoes with a mouth full of blackness, how ugly it is to spread.

Fang Guoqing hesitated. The male secretary next to him couldn't help standing up and helping him out, saying, "This sweet potato is delicious, why don't you let me eat it!"

After finishing speaking, the male secretary was about to reach out to pick up the roasted sweet potato that Song Zhichao was holding.

Song Zhichao withdrew his hand, and the opponent took it empty.

Male secretary: "..."

What do you mean? Look at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao smiled and said a word: "You are not worthy!"

The male secretary was furious: "You—"

You know, he has been with Fang Guoqing for a long time. Although he is only a secretary, others did not dare to underestimate him when they saw him. Song Zhichao didn't give him any face in front of him, how could he not be angry?
Seeing that the atmosphere was freezing, Chen Baoguo couldn't help persuading him from the sidelines. After all, one was Minister Fang's secretary, and the other was someone he asked for, neither of which could be offended.

On the contrary, Song Haiming came over to add water at this time. Seeing that the male secretary and his son were fighting for a sweet potato, he didn't know what happened, so he said grandly: "Everyone don't need to fight, and there is no need to fight. There are so many sweet potatoes. It's a big deal for me." I’ll bake a few more for everyone——the fire is very hot, it’ll be ready in a while!”

Fang Guoqing: "..."

Male secretary: "..."

Chen Baoguo and others: "..."

Even Song Zhichao was almost amused by his father's voice.

After all, Fang Guoqing is a member of the officialdom. He knows how to grasp the timing and measure, and he made a decisive decision. He stretched out his hand and said to Song Zhichao, "I haven't eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time—I remember eating them when I was a child. Not only sweet potatoes, but also raw corn on the cob. I even ate mulberry leaves and even tree bark when I was in trouble—a person must know how to remember bitterness and sweetness, bring it, and let me recall the hard and difficult days in the past!"

Song Zhichao smiled and handed him the roasted sweet potato.

Fang Guoqing took the roasted sweet potatoes, and the male secretary next to him hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, signaling him to wrap the sweet potatoes with the handkerchief, so as not to get his hands dirty.

Fang Guoqing shook his head, but instead patted the black ash on the sweet potato with his hand, peeled off the skin, and took a bite without feeling dirty, then looked at Song Zhichao, and said with a smile, "It's so sweet!"

(End of this chapter)