The Cultivation Genius In City

Zhao Qingyuan, general manager of Qingyuan real estate development company.

Qingyuan real estate development company may be strange to some young people, but for those who lived in the 1980s, Qingyuan real estate development company was a giant ship. It was the largest and earliest private development company in Sichuan Province at that time.

Today, almost all the buildings still preserved in Sichuan Province come from Qingyuan real estate development company. However, with the rise of high technology, talents in the construction industry emerge in endlessly, and the competition in the real estate industry is becoming more and more intense. Finally, Zhao Qingyuan failed several times in the competition, and the scale of the company was getting worse and worse.

The main reason for the decline of the company is that the backbone of his company has old ideas and rigid design, which can not keep up with the development of the times. The most important point is that Zhao Qingyuan's provincial senior management, who has retired, no longer cares about officialdom.

Without the support of the government, those who do the project will almost be dead end. How many people does a big development company raise? With a project, you can naturally afford it, but without a project, you still have to pay.

For a year and a half, Zhao Qingyuan can hold on, but for three years in a row, he hasn't received a big project. He can only do some small projects to make a living. His enterprise development qualification has also been reduced from the highest level to the lowest level Four. Most of the senior executives in the company left him and found another job. Only Zhao Qingyuan was still tenaciously sticking to the mess.

But now, he really can't hold on

"Mr. Zhao, we can't help it. We're almost out of the pot at home."

"My wife wants money for medicine and my daughter wants money for school, but we haven't paid for more than half a year. How do you let our old brothers live?"

"Mr. Zhao, we have worked with you for more than ten years. This company is just like our home. If there is a way, we don't want to do so, but... We really have no way."

"Mr. Zhao, just let go..."

At the door of the company, a middle-aged man with red eyes, dirty hair and wrinkled clothes stopped a large truck with open arms. The truck is loaded with all kinds of large construction equipment, including three tower cranes, more than a dozen mixers, and some large iron tools for construction.

This is the last possession of the company. If you sell all these things, the company will be completely finished. However, Zhao Qingyuan, the boss, wanted to hold on, but it was really difficult to continue and couldn't hold on.

"Guys, guys, you give me another chance, one month, just one month. If I can't get a big job, I'll sell the company and distribute the money to everyone. What do you think?" Zhao Qingyuan, a middle-aged man who blocked the door with his body, is still making final efforts.

Two people jumped out of the truck and came to Zhao Qingyuan. They said reluctantly, "president Zhao, that's what you said six months ago. We believe you again and again and expect you to lead everyone and restart the company. However, until today, our gang are still idle and the machines are rusty."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, your family has a big business. Even if the company is gone, you can still live well and don't worry about food and clothing, but we people expect this salary to live. Without a salary for half a year, my wife can't even touch it. Do you think you can live on?"

Without waiting for Zhao Qingyuan to explain, they came forward to hold Zhao Qingyuan's arm and said with a bitter smile: "for the sake of life, we can only be sorry for you."

"You... You let me go. You can't sell. How can we do our work after selling these eating guys? Stop, stop..." Zhao Qingyuan's eyes turned red and his voice became hoarse, but he was controlled by two old guys. He couldn't stop it at all. He could only watch the team slowly drive out of the company door.

At this time, a black Audi Q7 came slowly and stopped by the company door. Seeing the car, Zhao Qingyuan suddenly shook his arms and shouted angrily, "let go!"

The two old guys didn't dare to obstruct any more. They quickly released Zhao Qingyuan. Seeing him stride towards Q7, they hurried to follow him.

"Cheng Guangxi, are you playing tricks behind your back?" Zhao Qingyuan strode to Q7. He was angry and was about to smash someone's car glass. He was grabbed by two old guys.

The window fell, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. Compared with Zhao Qingyuan, he looks more like a successful person, with a straight suit, meticulously combed hair, and a valuable watch on his wrist holding the steering wheel.

He is just a branch manager of Dafa group, but even so, he is far from comparable to Zhao Qingyuan at this time.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm helping you." Cheng Guangxi said with a smile, "look at your equipment. What's the rust and wear? If it were put in our Dafa group, it would have been eliminated. I'll help you deal with it and help you reduce the pressure. Don't thank me. Who makes us old friends. Ha ha ha!"

"Thank you? I can't wait to eat your meat and drink your blood." Zhao Qingyuan's eyes were red. If he hadn't been grabbed by two old guys, he would have rushed up to play with Cheng Guangxi.

Cheng Guangxi sneered: "Zhao Qingyuan, do you still have a chance now? Don't say that your old friends don't help you. At present, this land is still worth some money. If you want to sell it, I can give you a reasonable price, but if you delay it again, you won't get any money in two months."

"Even if I can't get a penny, I won't sell it to you." Zhao Qingyuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood and roared wildly, "get out, get out right away."

"I don't appreciate it." Cheng Guangxi crushed the cigarette he just took out, and Leng hum, "I think how long can you last? Hum!"

A handful of broken cigarette dust was thrown into Zhao Qingyuan's face. Cheng Guangxi drove away with a laugh. As soon as he left, the two people who held Zhao Qingyuan's arm also released their hands and opened their mouths, but they didn't know what to say. They had to sigh helplessly and bow their heads and leave.

Zhao Qingyuan, who was left dejected, stood sluggishly at the door of the empty company until there was a pair of young men and women in front of him. His godless eyes moved slightly, but he just glanced at the two men and women in front of him, raised heavy footsteps, hobbled around and walked towards the company.

"Uncle Zhao!" Su Yuan shouted quickly.

Zhao Qingyuan slowly turned back and looked at Su Yuan suspiciously: "are you..."

"My name is Su Yuan. Su Minghe is my father."

"Oh, it's brother Minghe's daughter." Zhao Qingyuan laughed at himself. "Why, you came to see me laugh?"

"Uncle Zhao, you misunderstood. I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Zhao Qingyuan was surprised. He looked at Chu fan beside her, hesitated, waved his hand and said, "let's go and talk in my office."

The company, in fact, is a place in the suburbs for storing large machinery and some building materials. It covers a large area. The things that can be stored are old wood, iron pipes and other things. I don't know how many years it has been used. The wood is rotten and the iron pipes are bent and rusted, which is worthless.

At the front of the venue, there is a row of bungalows, and the one with a sign in the middle is the general manager's office. Along the way, almost no one was seen. Only when passing by the door of the watch room, an old man with dim eyes came out, moved a small Mazar and sat under the root of the room to bask in the sun.

"Don't be cold, sir." Zhao Qingyuan was very concerned about the old man, but the old man didn't pay attention to him at all. He shook his head, pushed open the office door and went in.

Su Yuan walked to the door, but found that Chu fan didn't follow up. She quickly turned back and said, "Hey, what are you looking at? Come here quickly."

"Oh, you talk to Mr. Zhao first, and I'll be there in a minute." Chu fan didn't turn back. He turned to the old man at the watch and said with a smile, "Sir, do you smoke?"

The old man raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him and put them down, ignoring him at all.

Chu fan didn't care, so he squatted down next to the old man, took out a cigarette and brought one for himself. Just after taking two puffs, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise, "toad leaf? Do you still smoke dry tobacco?"

Chu fan's cigarette was a dry tobacco leaf bought by chance in the market. He rolled a few at home. Not to mention, although the cigarette is rough and lacks the flavor of spices in the cigarette, it has a local spicy smell. City people can't enjoy it, but Chu fan likes it.

"You're so powerful, sir. You can tell what the smoke is as soon as you smell it." Chu fan hurriedly took out a rolled dry cigarette and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "try it?"

"Your boy didn't hold any good farts when he saw it. If you have something to say, don't beat around with me." the old man was not polite. He rolled his eyes and didn't look at the smoke handed by Chu fan.

Chu fan didn't mind either. He said with a smile, "in fact, it's nothing. I just think you're not an ordinary person, but I'm curious. Where can people like you not be offered? Why are you here?"

The old man's faint eyes suddenly burst out a frightening cold light, and the momentum erupted in an instant was like a tiger down the mountain, with a smell of ferocity and tyranny.

But just at this moment, the old man's momentum suddenly subsided, and he returned to his previous lazy appearance, as if nothing had happened.

"Boy, you're wrong. I'm an old man who doesn't watch. Why don't I go?" the old man waved impatiently before Chu fan spoke again. "Hurry up and don't disturb me to bask in the sun."

"Hehe, we are destined to meet again." Chu fan stood up with a smile and turned to the manager's office.

Behind him, the old man slightly opened his eyes and looked at Chu fan with complex eyes. I don't understand. How did the boy see it? Suddenly, the old man's pupils contracted suddenly and stared at the ground.

Where Chu fan walked, he left two deep footprints, which were spider shaped and cracked around, and the ground was paved with cement board