Chapter 339: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 339 All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fundraising housing allocation was a huge deal for government staff. Earning only one-third or even one-tenth of an enterprise's salary while doing half or one-twentieth of the work, that imbalance naturally needed new weights to correct.

In Jiangning, where housing cost six or seven thousand yuan per square meter, the unit's fundraising housing required only 50% or less of the money. Calculated at 100 square meters, that was about 300,000 yuan in dividends, equivalent to ten years of a staff member's salary.

From this perspective, it was only natural for the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce to focus its work on "fundraising housing allocation," after all, they had nothing else better to do.

Chen Congyu certainly wouldn't think so. He wasn't there to retire at the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce, nor to hold a part-time position there. If he wanted to enter the political circle from the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce—since he had made such a decision—he had to step firmly on this springboard before he could leap high and reach the clouds.

"What are the regulations regarding fundraising housing allocation?" Chen Congyu's question surprised Wang Zhihua somewhat. He had originally thought the wealthy Chen Congyu would entrust this matter to him. The chairman of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce was often unwilling to meddle in such government agency affairs.

Thinking was one thing, but Wang Zhihua dared not offend Chen Zhongguo's son, so he introduced the policy from beginning to end. Hearing that the fundraising housing was still on the drawing board, Chen Congyu understood and said: "Then, the next step is to study exactly who gets them?"

"Yes."

"Besides that, what other work does the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce have?"

"Cadre management and personnel salaries, staffing, bonus distribution, arranging political inspection trips for non-public economic figures, which members pay for themselves, then ideological work of the agency, propaganda reporting, education and training, finally work research, comprehensive coordination of the municipal All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce agency, supervision and inspection, oh, and paired support work, economic and trade exchange activities, various foreign affairs arrangements, grassroots construction and legal services work..." Wang Zhihua spoke and became proud; the agency work of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce was indeed very extensive.

Chen Yi interjected at this time: "Regarding the color TV anti-dumping case proposed by the United States side, what do you think?"

His jumping thoughts left Wang Zhihua unable to keep up. He asked cautiously: "That... anti-dumping? Shouldn't that be under the Ministry of Commerce?"

"Among the five color TV enterprises, two are in Jiangning. What use is the Ministry of Commerce?" Chen Yi's tone was quite impolite.

"This..." Wang Zhihua smiled awkwardly, naturally unhappy inside. But besides fearing Chen Zhongguo's son, he also feared Chen Zhongguo's grandson, so he could only protest silently.

Chen Congyu knew this was the first breakthrough his son had arranged for him. After being a big boss of an enterprise for so many years, he simply asked: "Do you have a way?"

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "I have some connections in the United States..."

Wang Zhihua hurriedly interrupted: "They have already hired the famous American law firm Weil Gotshal & Manges..."

Hiring American lawyers was so expensive. The All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce's pitiful funds weren't even enough for fundraising housing. Good steel should be used on the blade; if spent in America, not a sound would be heard, and they'd be stabbed in the back by the staff.

He had been Deputy Director of United Front Work Department for many years; the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce was like his private plot of land, and his backbone was planted here.

Chen Yi neither agreed nor disagreed with his attitude, and said slowly: "I mean lobbying. The enterprises initiating the color TV anti-dumping case are unknown; it's American protectionist groups at work. They might spend tens of millions of US dollars, plus connections accumulated over many years... We can also participate in lobbying."

Tens of millions of US dollars!

Wang Zhihua said nothing. The All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce couldn't produce that much money. Moreover, judging others by himself, he didn't believe Chinese people could lobby American politicians, but he didn't want to argue, so he nodded foolishly, smiled, nodded again, and smiled again.

Chen Congyu received the documents Chen Yi handed him, glanced through them roughly, and said strangely: "It seems really feasible."

"Of course it's feasible," Chen Yi thought. "I've already mentioned it to a Senator. If it were another foreign enterprise, after finally raising an old Senator, someone like Schumer, they'd want every business to get his help, calculating finely and precisely. Chen Yi was like raising pigs, only waiting to slaughter when fattened. The current campaign funds and so on were not lacking at all; over two years, the investment was not less than 20 million US dollars."

Wang Zhihua stared straight ahead, acting as if the Chen father and son didn't exist.

Chen Congyu, who had relied on judging people in the business world for many years, understood the situation at a glance and said lightly: "The fundraising housing allocation matter, don't rush it for now."

"Ah?" Wang Zhihua suddenly became anxious.

"Fundraising housing allocation is a very important matter, so the houses must be given to those who have contributed to the unit. Age, years of service, and past records are all forms of contribution."

"Yes, we will score them, and then based on the scores, let those in front choose first..."

"In my opinion, contribution to solving the US anti-dumping case can also be included in the scoring items, and should account for a large part, for example 40%... Hmm, let's do that." Chen Congyu went to take office happily, leaving Wang Zhihua alone, dejected and heartbroken.

For unit housing allocation, most people's conditions were similar; a 40% change was enough to move from last place to first place.

In other words, only by solving the case Chen Congyu decided on could one get a house.

No matter how wealthy a unit was, fundraising housing construction couldn't give everyone a share; satisfying 30% of people's needs was about enough. This made Chen Congyu's opinion suddenly carry great weight.

Chen Yi stared at his father as if he didn't know him and smiled: "If you were this capable in foreign trade, Chen Group would have become a Fortune Global 500 company long ago."

"Speaking the truth now," Chen Congyu was also in a good mood and smiled: "A business group, its pattern is indeed a bit small. Chinese businessmen! In the future, you will exercise the director's authorization on my behalf."

He was of course talking about Chen Yi.

Student Chen dared not agree rashly, looked at Chen Heng, and asked: "Big Brother, do you have any ideas?"

"Toss around as you like; I won't go into business."

"Alright, I'll supervise first." Chen Yi said with a smile: "I happen to need a machinery group; the medical department can also be spun off..."

Fang Manyi coughed twice and said: "That's what the CEO does."

"Directors can't meddle."

"Of course they can, but..."

"Then let him separate them?"

"Still needs to pass the Board of Directors."

Chen Yi hummed impatiently twice. His companies were all wholly owned, unlike Chen Group. Although he held controlling shares, there were quite a few shareholders with around 2%, plus management held shares, a truly large number.

A group of people arrived at the office building of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce ten minutes later than scheduled. Chen Congyu had been here many times and entered the first-floor lobby familiarly.

Fang Zhennan and Director of Organization Department Su Zhang were already waiting inside. Saying this out loud, no one would believe it, but it happened nonetheless.

Both treated Chen Congyu with great respect. Chen Yi saw his father's expression seemed much more relaxed and felt relieved. From chairman of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce to high official, then to Minister of United Front Work Department, that was a long and thorny road; one couldn't achieve anything with just a humble heart.

Thinking of "humble and modest," Chen Yi was suddenly shocked and wished he could tear open his clothes to check the Four-pointed Star right now. He tested by channeling Shenjia and felt only one corner of the Four-pointed Star was slightly damaged, but not very serious.

"Sigh, pretending to be humble is courting death... Fortunately, the bestowed power doesn't need to be used for a short time." Chen Yi thought so, turned his head, and put on a gentle smile again, like a seventy or eighty-year-old Guanyin of Childbirth.

Those preparing to welcome Chen Congyu to take office were not just the staff of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce. Many businessmen and even officials came to take this opportunity to become familiar faces. There were no extremely high-ranking people, but the total number far exceeded that of previous chairmen of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce.

Mo Shaoqiu somehow emerged from somewhere and asked Chen Yi in a low voice: "Did you buy another batch of Saxon Wheeled Armored Vehicles recently?"

"Where did you hear that news?" Chen Yi looked at him with a calm expression.

"What use is that thing? Not to mention that, even our domestic armored riot vehicles are courting death. Sent to Haiti's peacekeeping force, they couldn't even withstand ordinary light weapons..."

"Hmm? Do you have a way?"

Among a crowd of officials and businessmen singing praises, Mo Shaoqiu asked in a low voice: "Interested in tanks?"

Chen Yi laughed; before he had returned, the East German arms dealer Mordor had asked him a similar question.

For wealthy gentlemen, business is not something talked into existence, but waited into existence.

"Tanks, not easy to drive, are they?" Chen Yi did not flatly refuse.

"Can't you just find some retired soldiers?" Mo Shaoqiu was not a professional in the arms trade; the main reason he acted as intermediary was to win Chen Yi over, making money was only secondary.

Now Old Master Chen's prestige was rising by the day; as long as it wasn't used domestically, Chen Yi could sell anywhere without a problem.

Chen Yi also had the capital to act fearlessly and without restraint; in Jiangning he was an invisible-man-like existence — as long as the Chen Clan did not fall, no one dared let information about him leak out.

He asked faintly, "What model is it?"

"Type 59 Main Battle Tank, the improved version of the Soviet T-54A; it's no problem against the 'Centurion Tank'."

Chen Yi gave an "oh," his mind turning rapidly.

The Type 59, or the Soviet T-54, is a main battle tank that draws crowds but fails to impress; its advantages are many, but summed up they amount to two points: rugged and durable, and cheap — so much so that even Israel has improved versions. CIS countries, Eastern Europe, China, North Korea, Iraq, and others all fielded it in large numbers, serving a full fifty or sixty years. But on the actual battlefield, in the four Middle East Wars the Arab armies' tanks suffered Waterloo-style crushing defeats, and their performance in the Gulf War was also very poor.

But just like Chen Yi's constant requirement, this late-WWII-era old tank with a 100 mm main gun and three machine guns is very fragile against enemy tanks and airplanes, yet against flesh-and-blood mortals it is like an impotent man running into a fast girl — there's fight to be had.

"I understand." Chen Yi guessed Mo Shaoqiu's tanks must be Chinese exports sold overseas, but the problem to solve first was the tank crews.

He immediately went to find Chen Heng and asked with a smile, "Big Brother, I hear your unit still has retired soldiers?"

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