The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 809: It's like "Miss Qiu" is a guest

Eight billion US dollars.

This is like asking "Ms. Qiu" to pass by "Songjiang Electric", forcing the local bureaucrats who should have been in collusion to directly choose to split.

Invisible forces have carried out large-scale divisions among bureaucrats at the top, middle and grassroots levels.

Smart people in the game understand very clearly that this is forcing a large portion of highly leveraged funds into a desperate situation, with no way out at all.

Even if we want to recover the billions of borrowed funds that have not been seen by the public, it will take time.

During this process, will this man with “8 billion US dollars” stand still and just stare blankly to appreciate the scenery of the Bund?

What's more, could "8 billion US dollars" be just a prelude?

Of course, you can also take a gamble and bet that this is a joke.

After Jin Dongfeng's speech, all subsequent speeches were tasteless. Those formulaic flattery words were meaningless, and people no longer cared about how things would turn out.

Because there must be a clear cornerstone plan.

The blond old man's Chinese was very poor, so after Joe Nash explained it carefully, he turned his head suddenly: "Wang, De, Fa..."

"What's wrong, Don?"

"Zhang, I have always had a question."

"What questions?"

"Look, we've known each other for so long, and you, Zhang, the 'God of Wealth', you should bless me to make a lot of money, a lot of money. Not 100 million, not 200 million, not 300 million..."

"This requires an opportunity, Tang."

Zhang Haonan picked up the Coke and was about to take another sip, but found that it was no longer cold, so he pushed it away with the back of his hand.

laugh.

With a soft click, a can of ice-cold brand new Coke was placed in front of him.

After Wu Taian finished doing all this, he slowly stepped aside.

loyalty!

goo.

Ninety-nine percent of the soul of an iced cola is in the first sip.

The rest is up to you.

"What's the opportunity? Isn't 'Trump Electronics' enough?"

"Look, Don, we are a small player in the electronics field, whether it is consumer electronics or anything else. There are no elements that are worth marketing. This is an industry that requires accumulation. There are too many giants, and we are not Thor."

"You mean we need an industry that's easy for us to cross the threshold into?"

"of course."

Zhang Haonan nodded. "The epidemic has hit the hotel and tourism industries, but among the hotel tycoons in North America, you are the least affected, right?"

"I heard Hilton suffered a huge loss."

“So now they are expanding further.”

"Well, now I only have the entertainment and real estate industries left."

"You see, there is always a choice, isn't there?"

“I choose real estate.”

"OK, no problem."

"Really?"

The golden-haired old man looked unconvinced. "I've been to Beijing and tried to find someone to form a joint venture or sole proprietorship, but the results were not ideal."

"If you want to be the first independent foreign-funded real estate development company in Beijing, then be prepared with money and projects."

"Wang, De, Fa..." The somewhat unbelieving old man with golden hair confirmed again, "Really? Are you kidding me?"

"'Louis Dreyfus.'"

"OK, I understand. Zhang, you should become a contemporary saint of the church."

"Fuck you, Tang."

"..."

Meals will be provided after today's meeting. After all, communication between small groups is also very important, and government officials can also make some guiding remarks on such occasions.

It was a buffet and the food was quite good, but there were so many people gathered together, all wanting to know the core information.

Jin Dongfeng, Zheng Feng and others were surrounded by a crowd of people. In addition to their old colleagues and old leaders, the majority were people from the Hong Kong capital circle. These people, together with the foreign capital representatives, all planned to toast Jin Dongfeng, Zheng Feng and others.

As for Murphy, Parkron, Lafarge, etc., those at this level are still somewhat reserved.

However, their attitude is very humble, and the reason is very simple. Most of them are just "workers" and are not qualified to stand in front of "Dear Mr. Siegel" and act as if they are equals.

The circle of foreigners has an extremely strict hierarchy.

Zhang Haonan and Deputy Director Lian no longer had any communication, as if they had only met once.

Even when the deputy director came out to see Zhang Haonan off, it seemed like just a routine matter.

As for Qi Fu, who was supposed to be the "protagonist", he was completely screwed today. He didn't know how to end it next because the direction of things was out of control and it was beyond his control.

Not only him, even the Songjiang Municipal Government cannot guarantee that Songjiang Electric's listing plan next year will be as stuck as originally planned.

"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang——"

Someone in the crowd seeing him off shouted loudly.

"Ok?"

Zhang Haonan was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that Li Huaqian, the chairman of "Ronglu Investment", was actually trying to rush past the security personnel.

But he was easily stopped.

"Sir, please keep a safe distance!"

Wu Taian opened his eyes wide and separated the people. At the same time, the bodyguards had formed a human wall to prevent any accidents.

"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Mr. Zhang, please have mercy on me, please have mercy on me—"

Boom!
He actually knelt on the ground and looked in Zhang Haonan's direction pleadingly.

dong dong dong...

He kowtowed so frantically that blood stains actually appeared on the shiny marble floor.

"boss!"

Seeing Zhang Haonan actually walking back, Wu Taian quickly stopped him.

However, Zhang Haonan didn't care at all. He walked over with a smile and looked down at Li Huaqian who was beating his head like a garlic: "Who are you?"

"Li Huaqian, I'm Li Huaqian, Mr. Zhang, I..."

"damn it."

Zhang Haonan interrupted him with the word "national quintessence", then turned around without looking back, "So it's a little punk." "..."

"..."

Li Huaqian stayed there, and Wu Taian was extremely speechless.

He saw that the boss was still the boss, still the plain and simple psychopath.

When the convoy left, it was rare that a police car led the way, and Boss Zhang also enjoyed a rare chance to be treated properly.

From the east side of the Huangpu River, the procession passed through the river in a mighty manner. It was so lively that even the local uncles were curious whether some old cadre had come back to inspect.

So after watching the news on the evening of August 2nd, the employees cursed even more harshly than the bored uncles in the market.

Only those who are in the vortex know that Zhang Haonan, this "mad dog", really invited "Miss Qiu" to blow up the Huangpu River. He enjoyed it, just like the twelfth month and the first month of his childhood, when he was either blowing up shit or on the way to blowing up shit.

As for who will be splashed, can the "naughty kid" know the seriousness of the situation?

If someone opens his mouth and catches a shrimp, the "naughty kid" might think that person is getting a good deal.

We were originally planning to have a meal at "Western Suburbs" at noon. This time we were accompanied by Deputy Director Lian and an unremarkable director of an office in the State Council. We kept a low profile throughout the whole process.

However, because of a phone call, Zhang Haonan chose to eat noodles with soybean paste at "Shashi Building".

The canteen serves food every day.

"If the situation develops to an extremely serious level, I hope you can make some appropriate public statements to boost confidence. Songjiang's equipment manufacturing industry determines the future direction of the domestic equipment manufacturing industry going global. Currently, only Songjiang can do this, which is not available in other cities in China. Therefore, stability and security are the top priorities."

"Don't worry. It's impossible for them to communicate with each other now. It's 100% dog-eat-dog internal warfare. There will be no unrest in Songjiang, whether it's social, economic or political."

"Songjiang is too important. It is our most important industrial city at present. Whether we can radiate and spread our industrial energy in the future depends on the industrial foundation of Songjiang. Other comrades will ask you some key questions later, so you don't have to worry."

"What can I worry about? I'm only interested in money."

"..."

The other party was silent for a moment, and Zhang Haonan smiled and said, "By the way, Comrade Lao Wei secretly went to the Western Regions to give away 500 million or 600 million yuan. Please help me scold him. A person from Shacheng who only knows how to send money to other places all day long, what kind of person is that? Please criticize him seriously."

"Hahahahahaha..."

The call was politely terminated, and soon another line came in.

"The numbers you found so far are slightly different from those in Yuhang. From your professional perspective, are they too high or too low?"

"How much did you find in Yuhang?"

"Two hundred and seven hundred million."

"Time it by ten."

"Ok?"

"Although the Sand Food Strategy Department calculated a little over 3 billion, this is only the internal capital change of a single system in Songjiang. In fact, private capital is the mainstream this time. The funds flowing in from outside, especially those with Hong Kong company licenses, are 500 million per company on average. Liangxi City alone has nearly 8 billion in funds. Although Mingzhou is not as good as Liangxi, it still has half of it, about 4 billion."

"Where do you think the media's tone will be?"

"Three billion, let's just talk about official funds. It's better not to mention the amount of private funds. If you mention it, it will also be a stimulus to the people."

"The amount of funds is close to 30 billion..."

The other party's tone was full of emotion. If this exploded, it would be the biggest bomb in history.

Because this is Songjiang, and because it is tied to the general direction of the development of the equipment manufacturing industry.

In order to consider the overall situation in a fight of this level, it may be necessary to send a group of people to "Tilanqiao" with good food and drink to write some lessons or papers.

However, all of this is based on the limited amount of funds.

No one expected that the way to break the balance would be so simple.

Put 8 billion US dollars there and it will be as stable as a rock.

Let the bomb explode and leave the bottom line to the "God of Wealth".

It doesn’t matter how many people die, we can just pay one and burn it for fun.

The worst case scenario is that after all the resources of the fighting parties are exhausted, they will all be sold to Zhang.

The meat will eventually rot in the pot.

And when Zhang Haonan launches “The Tiger Comes Down the Mountain”, all hyenas and wild boars will die!
"Regarding the global business of Songjiang Electric, are you interested in taking over?"

"No."

“After the storm, we still need to support our confidence.”

"It's still not too late to sign a contract next year, even if it's 5% or a few% of the shares."

"In your opinion, should the Songjiang United Property Exchange's property rights project entrustment agreement be revised on the existing basis?"

"There are still people in charge in Songjiang now. This is the business of the Songjiang Municipal Government. I don't have the final say."

"Then we will compare the caliber with Yuhang later."

"no problem."

After the phone call, Zhang Haonan felt relaxed.

There was actually no need to call Yuhang because it was a political matter and he could get involved, but he never did.

Unless it was a big meeting, his way of intervening was usually to use the artistic form of cursing Gong Yin's ancestors for eighteen generations in Guangling.

"Zhang's rap" or "Zhang's rap", the classic Yangtze River singing style, the old Yangtze River rap music...

While Zhang Haonan was running to the cafeteria to eat some noodles with soybean paste, quarrels broke out in several offices in the courtyard next to the People's Park, and things were obviously out of control.

"The first thing we need to do now is to recover the funds!"

"The first batch of 500 million yuan of funds for the highway toll project has been deposited into the account, and the next 2 billion yuan has also been deposited into the bank. If you want to recover it, you must..."

At this point, Qi Fu's forehead was already covered with sweat. He didn't dare to wipe it off and said quickly, "The funds in the public account must not be moved at all. We can only find a way to borrow from the private sector. Li Huaqian still has some financing channels, which can fill the 2.5 billion hole first."

"Do you have a way?"

"Yes, Songjiang Automobile can think of a solution. I will go to Duncheng later."

"Approximately how many can there be?"

"It's hard to say, but we still have 300 to 500 million. We can find a way to get more money later. It shouldn't be a problem to digest it in one or two years."

"Do you think the Wusong Steel Plant is feasible?"

"Well……"

Hearing this suggestion, Qi Fu thought about it seriously, then nodded slightly, "It is indeed a good idea, but Wusong District may not cooperate."

"There is always a way."

Having said that, Qi Fu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He never expected that Zhang Haonan, who had killed so many people in Lingxi Province, would come to Songjiang to drop a big bomb without even going home.

The power of this bomb is much more terrifying than any "Brescia candy".

He didn't know what would happen to him in the end, but one thing was certain, someone might jump into the Huangpu River tonight, and there were several unknown numbers.

Wait and see tomorrow's newspaper.

(End of this chapter)