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23 Grass people are not people like cud dogs

"The plan for restructuring Nanda Technology has been decided so. Don't worry about the funding issue. I will raise funds from outside the group, which will not affect the current operation of Jinzhou Group. Is there anything else?" This is in the conference room of Jinzhou Group headquarters. Chairman Zhou Song's summary speech means that the meeting is coming to an end.

"Mr. Zhou, I have another thing to report to you." The speaker was Lao Liang, chief engineer of Jinzhou Group.

Zhou Song glanced at General Manager Liang: "Is there anything else for General Manager?"

"Recently, the Group received a notice on strengthening safety protection on construction sites. According to the latest requirements of the Labor Bureau and the Municipal Safety Production Office, all our construction sites must replace the latest protection network and purchase personal safety insurance for construction personnel."

Zhou Song: "Have you calculated it? How much does it cost?"

General Engineer Liang: "According to the standards, with the current business scale of our company, we need to increase our expenses by about 700,000 yuan per year."

Zhou Song snorted coldly from his nose: "There is no need for this, this expense is too big."

General Manager Liang: "The current situation at the construction site does have safety hazards. What should I do if there is a casualty accident?"

Zhou Song: "Mr. Liang, you are an old man in the company. The scale of our company's construction and safety projects in the past three years is about the same. How many accidents have occurred in total?"

General Manager Liang: "There have been five accidents in total, two of which have been reported, with a total of four deaths and two injuries. This number is not small."

Zhou Song: "How much did you pay in total to deal with these accidents?"

General Manager Liang: "The compensation, funeral expenses and medical expenses for the family are more than 400,000 yuan in total."

Zhou Song: "Then you should have studied mathematics. The extra expenditure of more than 2 million yuan in three years can only save the cost of more than 400,000 yuan. My mind has not been flooded, so how could I do such a stupid thing!"

General Manager Liang: "Mr. Zhou, life is at stake, and the account cannot be settled like this!"

Zhou Song: "I don't know what you are talking about, but the more than one million yuan is my own. If you don't run a business, you don't understand this. Don't talk about this issue anymore."

After the meeting, Zhou Song returned to his office. As soon as he sat down, he heard a knock on the door. General Manager Liang walked in again: "Mr. Zhou, what happened just now has not been finished. Even if you decide not to follow the notice, what should we do when the superiors come to check?"

Zhou Song: "Mr. Liang, I have known this matter for a long time and have arranged it. You have calculated the account just now. According to the above regulations, we will spend 2.1 million yuan in three years, but in fact, the cost can be saved is less than 500,000 yuan. If I take out three or four hundred thousand yuan out of the additional 1.6 million yuan spent to communicate with people in the production safety department, the company can still make more than one million yuan in profits. What do you think I should do?"

General Manager Liang: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to bribe the leaders of the above departments?"

Zhou Song: "Lao Liang, you think things too simple. You may not have to use illegal means to do things, but it is impossible not to spend money, and spending money may not be a bribe. Nowadays, many leaders think they are very honest and have never collected a penny, but they themselves do not know that their words may cost others a lot of money."

Mr. Liang: "I really don't understand very much. I am just a technical person. I don't want anyone to continue to die on the construction site I am responsible for. Mr. Zhou, you can choose not to take measures, so can I quit my job or stop?"

Zhou Song was surprised when he heard this and stared at Lao Liang with wide eyes. After a while, he said, "You have been with me for several years. You are not only a good person, but also a rare chief engineer. I have always valued you very much. You suddenly said something you want to resign today. Actually, I know why, but I advise you to consider it first, at least you will make a decision tomorrow morning. Tonight, you accompany me to a place for a meal, and then accompany me with some guests after dinner, and then decide whether to resign or not?"

General Manager Liang: "Who should I accompany you?"

Zhou Song: "I have already told you about this matter for a long time, and I have made arrangements for it. In fact, what I want to invite tonight is the department staff who sent the notice. Since you are so concerned about this matter, go with me."

...

The next morning, in Zhou Song's office, there was still a conversation between General Manager Liang and Zhou Song: "Lao Liang, you also saw that in the eyes of those people, you and I are untouchables. They did not regard our hard-earned money as money. Your life and death have nothing to do with them. You may think I am ruthless to the migrant workers on the construction site, but in fact, aren't your and my situation the same?"

Chief Engineer Liang lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, he raised his head and said, "Mr. Zhou, I decided to take back my resignation. I will try to improve the safety of the construction site under limited conditions."

Zhou Song smiled: "Mr. Liang, you are very similar to my old friend surnamed Feng. Your shortcomings are not as smart and talented as him, but your advantages are not as stubborn and noble as him..." At this time, the inside computer on the desk suddenly rang. Zhou Song picked up the phone and heard the secretary in the outside room say: "Mr. Zhou, there is a gentleman named Feng who has not made an appointment but insisted on seeing you. I can't stop him and he has already gone in..."

Zhou Song put down the phone and smiled bitterly: "My crow mouth says Cao Cao is here, Lao Liang, please go out to work first."

General Manager Liang pushed the door and Feng Junzi walked in. While walking, he said, "Zhou Song, I am the big boss. I want to see you and make an appointment. I almost got out of the door."

Zhou Song stood up and greeted him: "It turns out that Feng Banxian is coming. No one here will stop you. If you want to come, I will welcome you at any time, but I am afraid you will not want to come."

Feng Junzi sat down on the sofa: "Really, I'm afraid that someone will feel uncomfortable when I see me."

Zhou Song brought a cup of green tea to Feng Junzi, and sat down opposite him and said, "The grudge between us has been over for a long time. If you should forget it, forget what you should have. It's almost two years since you haven't called me, but fortunately you finally came to see me today."

Feng Junzi: "Do you know why I came today?"

Zhou Song: "I don't know, I'm waiting for you to say it."

Feng Junzi: "I came here today to tell you a story, do you want to listen?"

Feng Junzi and Zhou Song have not met for almost two years. When they meet, Feng Junzi will tell a story. This seems inexplicable to others, but Zhou Song doesn't seem too surprised: "Feng Junzi, you haven't changed at all. As soon as you open your mouth, you will talk about things without any end. What kind of good story should you come here to tell me?"

Feng Junzi: "This story is a little longer. I wonder if Mr. Zhou, a busy man, has time."

Zhou Song: "I have time to you." After saying that, he got up and called: "Notify all departments that the office meeting this morning was temporarily cancelled." He returned to the sofa and sat down: "This is OK, we can chat slowly."

Feng Junzi found a comfortable position on the sofa and sat around. He looked around and said with a smile: "Your office is very grand and the layout is very particular. It seems that he has also seen it with Feng Shui Master. I was right?"

Zhou Song: "You Feng Junzi's eyesight will naturally be wrong. We real estate developers pay attention to this, and I just follow the customs."

Feng Junzi: "There is a kind of person in the world who cannot tell whether they believe in ghosts or gods, but they worship some magical instruments in their offices, not seeking forgiveness from God, but just wanting to get blessing from God. What kind of psychology do you think is this?"

Zhou Song: "It seems that you are more expert than me in this regard. Can you tell me?"

Feng Junzi: "There are only two kinds of psychology, one is greed, hoping to get more, and the other is fear, because they must have done a lot of shameful things."

Zhou Song laughed dryly, instead of answering the topic, he asked: "Aren't you going to tell a story? What kind of story is it?"

Feng Junzi corrected his body and said, "I recently watched an Italian TV series, which is a police and gangster theme. The hero is a sheriff. The story is very long. It tells the struggle between the sheriff and the mafia in Sicily. Have you seen it?"

Zhou Song: "I haven't watched it before. What's special about this TV series?"

Feng Junzi: "Many places are like ordinary police and gangster films, nothing special, but the plot at the end is very interesting. The Sicily mafia family has made a big deal with the Italian underworld group. They want to acquire a small island off the coast of Sicily. There is an abandoned silver mine on this island, and the mines are densely packed with tunnels, which can be used as hidden warehouses."

Zhou Song: "There is no need to be so troublesome to find a warehouse."

Feng Junzi: "Of course there is no need to be such troublesome ordinary warehouses, but this warehouse is used to store nuclear waste. It is said that this kind of business is more profitable than smuggling arms and selling drugs. Do you think it is?"

Zhou Song narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't understand this either. I am a real estate agent."

Feng Junzi: "The story is not over yet. I haven't seen the end of this TV series yet. But I'm thinking about a question now, what will the money earned by the mafia? How can it be whitewashed? I'm afraid it will take a legal company. If it happens in my country, you can acquire a company facing bankruptcy, and then reorganize it and repackage it for profit. This will not only win reputation but also whitewash black money. Do you think it's the best of both worlds? It would be better if it was a listed company. Zhou Song, I heard that you acquired a delisted listed company?"

Zhou Song: "You know about our group's reorganization of Nanda Technology? But I don't have as rich imagination as you."

Feng Junzi: "I didn't imagine it out of thin air. I heard that a family of five died of leukemia in Jinsha Village, Longwangtang recently. I don't know how the hospital diagnosed it. There is only one possibility for this kind of thing, that is, the family was also subject to strong radiation from radioactive pollutants. As the saying goes, there are gods who look up three feet away. Do you believe that there is retribution in this world?"

Zhou Song: "Don't talk to me about these things. I am an atheist and a thorough materialist."

Feng Junzi: "Let's tell a story. The sheriff gave the Sicilian mafia leader an opportunity to reform and prevented the transaction. The nuclear waste returned to its original place, and everything seemed to have never happened."

Zhou Song took a deep breath: "What a happy ending, what happened to the sheriff?"

Feng Junzi sighed: "The sheriff died, died under the gangster's guns."

Zhou Song also sighed: "Then what about the reformed mafia leader you mentioned, to be honest."

Feng Junzi: "He died too, he committed suicide."

Zhou Song: "It turns out that it is not a reunion, it is the end of a tragedy. I don't want this tragedy to have anything to do with you and me. Fortunately, I am not a mafia, and you are not a policeman."

Feng Junzi: "We two have an old friend who is a detective."

Zhou Song: "You mean Chang Wu? Chang Wu has also watched this TV series?"

Feng Junzi: "He is very busy and hasn't seen it yet."

Zhou Song: "Then there is no need to watch it. He is a good person and should not touch too much dark things."

Feng Junzi: "It's really not good to come into contact with too much of this kind of thing. Maybe it's not good for me to tell this story today, but we are old classmates and old friends after all. Although there were festivals before, I still hope to treat you as a friend. Zhou Song, your cultivation skills have been getting better and better in the past two years. You can't change your face when you hear anything, but there is one thing that can't deceive people."

Zhou Song: "What?"

Feng Junzi: "The pupils in the eyes! According to scientific research, the size of a person's pupils will change with two situations. One is the light and darkness of the light, and the darker the light, the larger the pupils. The other is the inner likes and dislikes, and the pupils will shrink when you hear or see something you are afraid or disgusted."

Zhou Song: "Feng Junzi, I know you have liked to show people's appearance since you were a child, so don't mention any scientific research. Have you finished your story?"

Feng Junzi: "After finishing, there is another thing to ask you - do you recognize Taomu Jianji or Taomu Nin?"

Zhou Song: "What Tang people? I have never heard of them! Who is it?"
Chapter completed!
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