Chapter 209: Don't Go

Wan Ling returned to the office, fuming.

She slapped a permit onto Yang Qing, then went aside to sulk.

Yang Qing picked up the permit, glanced at it, and moved close to Wan Ling.

"What's going on? Wasn't the permit retrieved?"

"Has someone been making snide remarks at you?"

Wan Ling shook her head and said angrily.

"The director wants to move our reserve funds."

"How can they do that? We still need to build a building."

So that's the issue; for Yang Qing, it's unsolvable.

After all, this enterprise is controlled by others; if they just give you a heads‑up, that's already giving you face.

Besides, this isn't a vital national industry where you're indispensable—don't get too full of yourself.

Yang Qing didn't care; he was just getting by.

As long as his articles are fine, once the establishment is set up, he can safely coast until 66.

As for the future, we'll talk about it later; for now, he already has plenty of connections.

Especially during this period of selling houses, he can say he's met all kinds of people.

These connections are extremely precious to him.

So precious that they might let him escape Jingcheng.

Yang Qing patted Wan Ling on the shoulder.

"Money—if it's gone, you can earn more."

"Even if we don't earn money, we've already solved many people's housing problems—that's our achievement."

"At least we haven't been idle, right?"

Wan Ling pursed her lips.

"They're going too far."

Yang Qing gave her a sideways glance.

"They didn't say they'd take it now; even if they took it, they didn't say they'd take it all; even if they took it all, couldn't we still do renovations?"

"Anyway, we have work to do; it's just a matter of how much."

Wan Ling thought, that's right—this time she went to get the permit, and Director Wang gave it to her without a word.

That also counts as support for themselves.

"Fine, anyway we won't starve—hmph."

After Wan Ling left, Director Wang kept thinking and felt something was off; this definitely wasn't something Wan Ling could have come up with.

Yang Qing was writing articles, which she knew, and she had even read some of them; it seemed those articles contained some of this kind of talk.

"Could this all be Yang Qing's intention?"

If it was Yang Qing's intention, then she would have to take it seriously.

With no way to change her fate of toil, Aunt Wang could only go to the district to find someone.

The district chief was worrying over the Agriculture‑Light‑Heavy issue.

Once this issue arose, it meant the streamlining tide would expand.

Heavy industry would also be affected.

And their district had a large number of workers in that sector.

Seeing Director Wang, the district chief felt relieved; if it weren't for the thriving street‑run enterprises of Hongxing Jiedao, which had absorbed many people, this wave of layoffs would have been even worse.

"Director Wang, why are you here? Do you have more good news?"

"Hopefully it's something that can make money."

Director Wang gave an embarrassed smile.

"District Chief, I've come this time to discuss something with you,"

"The thing is… I was thinking… then he said… blah blah… that's how it is."

After hearing Director Wang's words, the district chief began to think; unlike Director Wang, he couldn't grasp the seriousness of the matter.

Why would Yang Qing say such things? There must be a reason.

The saying "clinging to a drying pond to catch fish" explains the cause of the problem.

He had never thought that siphoning off some enterprise funds could be a problem; after all, the nation is a single chessboard—taking from where needed is normal.

Now someone says you can't do that; you must consider their future development.

He noticed this term for the first time; it was a bit unfamiliar.

Take the Supply and Marketing Cooperative—if you develop it, it's still just a Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Moreover, there's one Supply and Marketing Cooperative per locality—how would you develop it? By wiping out the others and opening your own?

Wouldn't that be a waste of resources?

But putting this matter in Yang Qing's hands is inappropriate.

Because he's dealing with something new, it won't compete with what already exists.

It can be developed and grown.

At least, as he said, it could grow large enough to independently construct a building.

This would be a very important supplement for Jingcheng.

He paced back and forth, unable to make up his mind.

Director Wang thought he was just delivering a message, but he ended up putting the district chief in a tough spot, feeling a bit like retreating.

District Chief, it's just taking some money, right? No problem, I'll go and talk to him, this can be done.

The district chief stood firm.

No, don't touch this money for now.

What they say also makes sense—they've paid all the taxes and fees, they've been given the dividends, and what's left is the funds they use for development.

These words still make sense; let him keep developing—after all, it's the district's property. Building towers is still valuable; I hear foreign high-rises are everywhere, and we can't fall too far behind.

Director Wang saw the district chief make up his mind, and he himself let out a sigh of relief.

Since that's the case, I'll head back—I just worry others are still upset about it.

The district chief gave a hehe laugh.

Then let them stew a while longer.

He really is a talent, always exceeding expectations.

It would be even better if he had a way to earn foreign exchange.

Director Wang asked.

Wasn't the pest-control medicine matter already arranged?

The district chief sighed.

That's not our business anyway—even if we earn foreign exchange, it won't end up in our hands.

We might as well just take the underwear from Zhengyangmen District.

Director Wang shook his head.

There's nothing I can do—he says he doesn't know, I can't exactly pry his mouth open.

The district chief thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up.

Any news from his father Yang Qing?

Zhang Zhuren shook his head.

How would I possibly know? That's the intelligence office's business.

The district chief sighed.

If we could get in touch with Yang Rong, let him be the liaison for Gangdao.

That might be better.

Director Wang understood what he meant.

Let them father and son work together, creating value for them.

But is that possible?

Just see how resistant Yang Qing is, and you'll know.

He seems to have a scale in his own heart, knowing what should be done and what shouldn't.

Even if she were here in the past, it wouldn't be able to change his inner standard.

Maybe so—well, I should be going.

Wan Ling that girl might be feeling upset right now; go back and soothe her heart.

Don't hit that little girl too hard.

Too harsh, and we'll have one less person earning money for the district.

Yang Qing got the permit and immediately summoned Lei Shifu over.

Put the permit up.

Lei Shifu, how about it? Come work with us.

This has money to be made, a big future.

Before you had nothing to do; from now on I'll keep you so busy you won't have time to bear children.

Lei Gensheng looked at him like he was an idiot.

You're not giving us a target of a hundred units, are you?

We can't finish the work, not even a bit.

This renovation really isn't necessary.

Saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

But Yang Qing knows that home decoration desperately needs someone like this.

Don't go, don't go, Old Lei, hear me out...