Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 621 620 "It's not that I don't understand, it's that the world is changing too fast."

Song Tangtang clearly remembered that Fang Minghua told him that the price Zhao Hongjun paid for the land in Haikou was about 48 yuan per mu on average, which was more than ten times the price!

Zhao Hongjun's Shengshi Real Estate Development Company bought a total of 173 acres of land, which is nearly 9 million yuan at current prices!
Oh my god
Fang Minghua was not surprised. He took a bite of the food and finished it before saying, "It's almost time to sell it. Take advantage of this wave of land price surge and sell it gradually. Don't play the game of passing the parcel with those middle-class people and second-generation people. To be honest, although you are also a second-generation person, neither you nor I can beat them."

"Haha, what kind of second-generation Hammer am I?" Zhao Hongjun said self-deprecatingly, "In the eyes of ordinary people, people like me seem to be very impressive, but in the eyes of those people, I am nothing! I know myself well!"

Zhao Hongjun took a sip of red wine and continued, "Last year on New Year's Day, we met at the zoo. Didn't you say that you would sell it after a year? I still remember that. Before I came back from the New Year, I had already sold a piece of land, about 508 acres, at an average price of 38 million per acre."

"Full payment?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Of course I have to pay in full! Otherwise, why would I sell it so cheaply? I've already spread the word that I don't recognize you no matter if you're an acquaintance or a friend. I won't accept any arrears or delayed payments. I only want full payment, money and land!"

"You did the right thing. It's a one-time deal." Fang Minghua was very satisfied.

Zhao Hongjun has one advantage: he is not stubborn and listens to others' advice, or at least listens to himself.

"Come on, come on, let's drink to make a fortune in the new year!" Zhao Hongjun raised his glass.

The four of them clinked glasses again, and at this time Song Tangtang suddenly sighed: "I suddenly realized that I am getting more and more confused about this world. On the one hand, in Hainan, everyone is speculating on houses and land, and it is a feast for capital. On the other hand, in the Northeast, companies are closing down, and a large number of employees are laid off and in difficult situations. What do you think is going on?"

"Hey, Tangtang, why do you think of the laid-off workers in Northeast China?" Zhao Hongjun was a little surprised.

"Last year, Minghua came back to his hometown in Northeast China because of his uncle's death. He also did some research and wrote some things." Song Tangtang briefly recounted what happened.

"Well, to paraphrase a line from Cui Jian: It's not that I don't understand, it's that the world is changing too fast." Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette, took a puff and continued talking.

"Wang Gongquan is the vice chairman of Hainan Wantong Company. Minghua has met him once. He is also from Northeast China. We talked about this matter when we were having dinner together once. He was also an official and is quite familiar with this phenomenon. He made a very wonderful analogy. Guess what he said to him?"

Zhao Hongjun deliberately kept the topic in suspense here.

"Go on, Red Army," Wang Xia urged. Although she did not work in the government's economic department, she was also very interested in this topic.

"He used a very vivid metaphor: he compared the country to a huge ship that can do everything, but it was moving slowly because of too many redundant personnel. To ensure the safety of the ship and the people on board, people had to be evacuated to thousands of small boats."

"In the past, workers had a lifelong boat ticket issued and redeemed by the state. They worked and lived on the boat and were also called the owners of the boat. Well, now, this boat ticket has gradually been abandoned. Workers can climb onto the boat with their skills or connections and luck. Those who fail to climb aboard end up falling into the water."

“We can’t just ignore it,” Wang Xia retorted.

Zhao Hongjun glanced at his wife and said, "Wang Xia, you work in a government agency, so you know the current situation to some extent, right? Now not only are the enterprises short of money, but the country is also short of money. In Xijing, some districts and counties can't even pay their cadres and teachers, right? The textile factories in Textile City are also facing this problem. As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Without money, what do you think we should do?!"

"Then Hongjun, you two bosses have made so much money, don't you plan to give some back to society?" Song Tangtang took over the conversation half-jokingly and half-seriously. "Of course, I was born in a new society, grew up under the red flag, walked in the spring breeze, and am ready to cross the century." Zhao Hongjun said casually: "I have thought about it. After all the land is sold, I will donate tens of millions to the Hope Project in the name of the company and build a number of Hope Primary Schools in Hainan. It can be regarded as a reward to Hainan. Minghua, what do you think?"

"I have no objection." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "In the future, we can also contact the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions to provide some financial assistance to the laid-off workers in the city who are in need. Of course, the specific amount of funding and the appropriate operation will be discussed slowly after you sell the land and come back."

"Okay! Let's do it! We can't control other places, and we don't have that much ability, but Xijing is the place where we were born and raised, so we should do our best to help."

As soon as the Spring Festival holiday was over, Zhao Hongjun couldn't wait for the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month and hurried to Hainan. He had to be there in person at this time.

Of course, I have my second home in Haikou, and Liu Xue and my son are waiting for me.

Fang Minghua continued his writing work. Although his reportage had been published in Neican, he would continue writing novels.

That night, the family of four was at home. Song Tangtang was telling stories to the two children in the living room, while Fang Minghua was typing in the study on the second floor. Suddenly, the study door was pushed open, and Song Tangtang walked in and said:

"Minghua, Mingli called just now and asked you to go to her house right now. From the sound of it, Jianjun and her had a fight."

"Good boy! You actually bullied my sister! You are tired of living!" Fang Minghua stood up suddenly when he heard it.

When Song Tangtang saw this, he quickly dissuaded her, "Minghua, don't be impulsive!"

Fang Minghua chuckled: "Why would I be so impulsive? My parents live in their house. What can Liu Jianjun do to my sister? But this guy is getting bolder now? How dare he quarrel with my sister?!"

"Okay, okay, go over and take a look, don't add fuel to the fire!" Song Tangtang said angrily.

"know."

Fang Minghua changed his clothes, went downstairs, hurried out, got on the SUV and drove straight to Xiaonanmen.

Fang Mingli and her husband still live in the Xingfu community. When Fang Minghua went upstairs and knocked on the door, he saw his parents and his sister and brother-in-law sitting in the living room without saying a word.

My mother was sighing while holding her little niece in her arms, while my father was smoking without saying a word, but his face was also full of worry.

Look again, and see my brother-in-law Liu Jianjun sitting on a chair, holding his head and burying it deeply between his legs.

It was Fang Mingli who opened the door. Seeing her brother coming in was like seeing a savior: "Brother, please try to persuade Jianjun. He wants to resign!"

Resign? !
(End of this chapter)