(I was blocked for one chapter, so I just deleted the plot and let the protagonist go home. My mind was a little confused. Today I only had one update, so I would like to sort out my thoughts first.)

When Song Weiyang left home, the rice was still mixed with green and yellow, but when he came back, it turned golden.

The farmers were wearing straw hats and thick clothes, and the scorching sun was busy in the fields, and the sound of rice ears hitting the threshing barrels everywhere.

Hundreds of thousands of luxury cars are traveling on the Krakawa County Road, and you can see scattered villages from afar.

There are many words written in paint on the houses and walls of farmers, most of which are advertisements such as "Pigs eat one pound of hope for feed, and they can increase two pounds of meat". They are simple and straightforward, exaggerated and absurd. There are also slogans from grassroots governments, such as "setting fires in the mountains and sitting in the bottom of a prison."

The most domineering thing is "one person is born and the whole village is ligated", which makes Song Weiyang feel cold in his crotch.

"It's not difficult to drive." Zheng Xuehong said, holding the steering wheel.

"It's not difficult, I'll learn it in one day." Chen Tao, who was sitting in the back row, smiled.

The two novice drivers without a driver's license have already run two or three hundred kilometers each, while Song Weiyang only needs to sit in the co-pilot to check.

There is no reversing entry into the garage, no side parking, it takes only ten minutes to get started, and learn to change gears in more than ten minutes - driving is too easy.

"I'm entering the city, let me do it." Song Weiyang said.

"It's okay, I'll do it. You drove all night last night and must be very tired." Zheng Xuehong was already addicted to driving.

Song Weiyang was too lazy to compete with him. Anyway, he would pull the handbrake when he encountered a situation. He was not afraid of hitting passers-by at this slow speed.

Following the command along the way, Zheng Xuehong quickly drove the car to the staff community.

A large piece of old-fashioned tube building to the south is lived by ordinary workers in the winery. There is a new-style building to the north, all of which are factory management - including several other state-owned enterprises managed by Song Shumin.

To be honest, Song Shumin handled it smoothly and took all aspects into consideration.

Unfortunately, some people still reversal!

Song Shumin, the former secretary of the state-owned winery, promised to give him 3% of the shares. This is already a lot, Song Shumin himself is only 30%, and no one of the old brothers who started a business together exceeds 8%. The total total of the equity of the management is only 49% - the limit of the joint venture, and many local governments disagree. This shows the difference between inland and coastal areas. State-owned enterprises in the entire coastal city dare to sell them all, while foreign investors dare not be absolutely controlled by inland and remote areas.

Unexpectedly, the winery secretary was not happy and spoke 15%.

After talking, Song Shumin promised to give the other party 5%. The secretary agreed on the surface and wrote a letter to the province.

I don’t know which line this guy took, Song Shumin was arrested, and he was appointed as secretary and factory director. He even drove him to kill him. In the original time and space, only half a month later, Song Shumin was sentenced, and the Song family was forced to move out of the winery employee community.

"Wow, whose car is this? It's so fashionable!"

"This car costs more than 100,000 yuan."

"Santana costs more than 100,000 yuan, this car is more beautiful than Santana."

"Isn't that the second boy of the Song family in the car?"

"It's true! I'll watch it."

"Oh, it would be great if Director Song could come back. Secretary Zhong is just a fool now!"

"Worry, be careful that he lets you lay off."

“…”

As soon as the car drove to the entrance of the community, someone recognized Song Weiyang. They only watched from a distance and did not dare to approach, for fear that Secretary Zhong would be resentful. If they were accidentally laid off, they would be wronged.

There is no security guard in the community, and there is no take-off and landing rod to stop the vehicle, but there is a mailroom at the door.

"Uncle, go ahead!" Song Weiyang rolled down the car window and threw a pack of cigarettes to the old man in the mail room.

The young old man was named Liu Changsheng. He lived in a widowhood for many years and had no children. In the past, when Song Shumin was a educated youth in the countryside, Liu Changsheng helped a lot. After Song Shumin became prosperous, Liu Changsheng had a city household registration and was invited to the employee community to sit in the mail room to watch the door.

It won't take long before Liu Changsheng will be fired and moved his household registration back to the countryside to farm.

When Liu Changsheng saw Song Weiyang, he was immediately happy and said quickly: "Yangyang, where have you gone? You have worried your mother so much!"

"It's okay, I've been out for a few days," said Song Weiyang, "I called my uncle."

Because he didn't know if his family was forced to move out of the employee community like his previous life, Song Weiyang directly transferred the money to his honest and reliable uncle. He also called his uncle to notify his mother and brother, saying that he would be back soon and that the canning factory had been resolved.

The money was only 100,000 yuan, which was used to make my mother and elder brother believe it.

The remaining money, 650,000 yuan spent on car purchases and license plates, and more than 300,000 yuan was used to save the canning factory, and Song Weiyang drove it with him. He was afraid that if he could send all the money back, his mother and elder brother would use the money to pay off the debt, which would be a waste of work.

Liu Changsheng asked, "Are these two friends in the car your father's friends?"

"Big boss, I'm here to invest in the canning factory." Song Weiyang said.

"That canned factory is rescued," Liu Changsheng was happy at first, and then said anxiously, "You go to the municipal party committee quickly. Something happened to the canned factory!"

Song Weiyang asked: "What happened?"

Liu Changsheng said: "Your mother made the bankruptcy of the canned factory. I don't know who has heard the news. Now hundreds of workers and creditors are blocking the gate of the municipal party committee. I heard that they even put up banners and held signs to prevent the canned factory from going bankrupt."

"Old Zheng turned around and went to the municipal party committee!" Song Weiyang said helplessly.

Alas, although I had remitted 100,000 yuan to my family and asked my uncle to tell me not to file for bankruptcy, my mother and brother still didn't believe that he could save the canning factory.

The winery and employee communities are both on the edge of the city. Zheng Xuehong drove all the way, but there was no accident. It can only be said that the road conditions these days are very suitable for novice drivers.

At the gate of the municipal party committee, more than 200 people were blocked. It seemed that all the workers from the canning factory were coming.

The canning factory was originally a municipal enterprise, and it was not large in scale, but its personnel structure was extremely bloated. Anyway, the seven aunts and eight aunts stuffed it into it, and the technical secondary school students assigned to each year, at most, at least two-thirds of them were idle meals.

Why do state-owned enterprises suffer losses in various ways?

This is the big reason!

After the Song brother took over the canning factory, he threw 350 workers to other enterprises. Anyway, the father was in charge of those enterprises. The remaining nearly 200 workers were in a very special situation. They belonged to state-owned enterprises, but worked in private enterprises. The wages were paid to the government first by the factory and then to the workers.

There was no way, the Rongping Municipal Government did not allow the buyout of the service experience, and the workers were reluctant to give up their jobs, so they created this kind of four-dimensional appearance.

"Cans are made up of all workers, and capitalists cannot go bankrupt if they say they go bankrupt!"

"Resuming production and defending the factory!"

"Repay our workers' hard-earned money!"

“…”

The creditors were all watching the show, and the workers yelled the most fiercely.

Song Weiyang's mother and elder brother were not on the scene, and the leaders did not show up. Only some police officers were responsible for maintaining order and preventing workers from attacking the municipal party committee while being excited.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Song Weiyang got out of the car and shouted.

When workers and creditors saw luxury cars, they subconsciously wanted to give way.

Suddenly someone recognized Song Weiyang: "He is the second son of the Song family, I have seen him at the door of the court!"

Suddenly dozens of people surrounded Song Weiyang and said fiercely: "Repay the money, let your brother come out and pay it back!"

Another worker said: "You can't pay wages first, but you can't let the canned factory go bankrupt!"

"The salary must be paid, and the canning factory must also be handled!" Another worker retorted.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Everyone, the canning factory is no longer a state-owned enterprise, but a private enterprise. Whether it is bankrupt or not is decided by the boss and the government. Even if it goes bankrupt, your staff will still be employees of the state-owned enterprise, and the government will arrange it separately."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have been working in the cannery for almost 20 years. I am a cannery in my life, but a cannery in my life. If anyone dares to let the cannery go bankrupt, I will fight for him!"

"I said at the beginning that the canned factory cannot be sold, and the capitalists do not have a kind intention!"

"Director Song is inside, everyone rushed in and caught him!"

“…”

The police were so scared that they shouted: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you will go to jail if you attack the municipal party committee!"

"Call the leader out!"

"Yes, call out Director Song and his mother too!"

Song Weiyang gave Zheng Xuehong a wink. Zheng Xuehong immediately got off the car and shouted in a bad Guangdong-style Hong Kong city people: "Don't move onions, don't move onions. Daga listen to my Hong Kong ha, I'm a fragrant stalk and drip the big boss, I'll send the roosters in them, and I'll send the roosters!"

"What did he say?"

"It seems like we are paying us a salary!"

"It's a Hong Kong businessman!"
Chapter completed!