Chapter 1208

Another old man nodded: "I agree, open up the non-staple grain market."

Yet another old man raised his hand: "I agree too."

"I agree too." Ye Tuan spoke: "But, we can't just say we'll open it up and then open it up. We still have to negotiate what needs to be negotiated, and we still have to get the benefits that need to be gotten. We can't just agree to whatever the foreign devils say."

"That goes without saying." A fat old man huffed: "The US and Europe have wolfish ambitions and want to swallow our domestic grain market. They have to pay something for it."

The meeting lasted for more than two hours, mainly about the subsequent arrangements after opening up the grain market. This matter couldn't be rushed either, because it involved too much, and it had to be done step by step.

Elder Jian looked at the time: "Does anyone have anything to add?"

Others shook their heads: "No."

"Then that's it." Elder Jian got up: "I'm going to see the old man."

"I'm going too." Ye Tuan got up and followed.

In a courtyard house, Tong Huaiyu held red wine, sat in a chair, and watched the withered branches of a ginkgo tree outside the window swaying in the wind.

I don't know how long it had been, but a sound of footsteps rang out, and a young man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight walked over.

"I say, Young Master Tong, you've been sitting here alone for most of the day and haven't even eaten lunch. Isn't it just the issue of opening up the grain market? So many families have united to put pressure on the top.

And the top has also felt it. They have been arguing about this issue for the past few days, and it is said that there has been a loosening. What else do you have to worry about?"

Tong Huaiyu came back to his senses, tilted his head, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Tens of millions of US dollars have been scattered, but if the grain market still doesn't open up, my days ahead won't be easy either."

"Don't worry." The young man smiled slightly: "There will definitely be accurate news in these two days."

Tong Huaiyu nodded, but didn't speak, instead picking up the wine bottle beside him and pouring another glass of wine.

The young man sat beside him and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "The General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade will be signed next year. Even if it doesn't open up this year, it will definitely open up next year. Because to join the WTO, this is an inevitable result."

"I hope so." Tong Huaiyu looked out the window again.

In the past few days, this guy had been wandering around Beijing, sending out large amounts of US dollars, and the effect had been very good.

But an accident happened in Ganzhou. Qiudongfang, this Hong Kong-funded enterprise, actually wanted to invest in Ganzhou.

He, like everyone else's analysis, thought Qiudongfang was aiming for rare earths.

But in this way, his desire to monopolize the entire rare earth industry in Ganzhou Province would definitely go down the drain.

So he was very anxious now, but he couldn't let go of things here either, really feeling a bit exhausted.

"Sigh!" The young man sighed, patted Tong Huaiyu on the shoulder, and then stood up: "I'll have someone get you something to eat."

Tong Huaiyu didn't refuse. The young man walked to the door, and just as he opened it, he saw a thin young man outside, raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Hongbin, why are you here?" Seeing the young man, the young man was stunned.

Hongbin walked in quickly: "Notifying you of some good news."

The young man's heart stirred: "About the grain market?"

"Yes!" Hongbin nodded.

Tong Huaiyu stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at Hongbin: "What good news?"

Hongbin smiled: "Just two hours ago, that old thing Jian Hongzhang held another meeting, and it has been confirmed: the grain market is opening up."

Tong Huaiyu stood there blankly. After more than a minute, he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

The young man also smiled: "What else was said?"

Hongbin shook his head: "The specific content is unclear, and it's impossible to leak it out. Anyway, it's confirmed that the grain market is opening up."

Tong Huaiyu gradually stopped laughing: "It doesn't matter whether the specific content is known or not, as long as it's confirmed that the grain market is opening up."

The young man said: "I'll go make arrangements and have someone get something good to eat. Let's celebrate."

"Go!" Tong Huaiyu felt relaxed all over, never having felt so good before, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Hongbin, go book me a flight to Nanhong City for tomorrow."

Hongbin was stunned: "Leaving so soon?"

Tong Huaiyu sighed: "The old nest is about to be dug out by someone else. I have to go back."

"Okay!" Hongbin turned and walked out: "I'll go book it for you."

In a two-story building with strict guards and an antique style, an old man wearing reading glasses sat by the fireplace, covered with a blanket, holding a notebook and looking at it carefully.

Elder Jian and Ye Tuan sat beside him, holding teacups without drinking, looking at the old man.

After a good while, the old man raised his head and looked at Elder Jian: "Did you summarize this?"

Elder Jian shook his head: "No!"

The old man raised his eyebrows, and then laughed, looking like he suddenly realized something: "I know, it's that little friend Zhou Andong, right?"

Elder Jian wasn't surprised at all, even though the old man had always lived in seclusion. But that stinky kid Zhou Andong kept making a stir, kept making a stir, so it was impossible not to attract the old man's attention.

"Not only do I know Zhou Andong, I also know that he is your granddaughter-in-law's husband." After saying this, the old man laughed heartily.

Elder Jian felt beautiful inside. There was no expression on his face, but he turned his head to look at Ye Tuan, the provocation obvious.

My children and grandchildren aren't promising, but I have a promising granddaughter-in-law's husband, much stronger than your Ye family's children and grandchildren.

Ye Tuan was so angry he gritted his teeth, and what made him especially jealous was that Zhou Andong had actually registered here with the old man.

In his heart, he kept cursing Jian Hongzhang for how lucky this old thing was.

Elder Jian stopped while he was ahead. He was really afraid that this old thing Ye Tuan would be so angry that he wouldn't be able to catch his breath and die right here.

"This kid is indeed promising. Not to mention the Yugong Group, just take the recent shortage of domestic raw sugar. He went to Xiangjiang alone. Not only did he complete the acquisition of 700,000 tons of raw sugar, but he also made five or six billion US dollars in the futures market."

"He made that much?" Ye Tuan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"No!" Elder Jian huffed: "I was bragging."

Ye Tuan was so choked that he really almost couldn't catch his breath, wishing he could take a gun and shoot this old thing named Jian in front of him.

The old man picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, pondered for a moment, and said: "Opening up the grain market is the general trend and cannot be avoided. So, little friend Zhou Andong said it well: we must learn to dance with wolves.

Designating permanent basic farmland must be done as soon as possible and cannot be delayed. As for establishing the China Grain Reserves Management Company, it requires a lot of capital, and the country is just short of money. Hongzhang, go back and ask little friend Zhou Andong if he is interested in investing."