Rebirth of the Wild Age

(I was blocked for a chapter, so I simply deleted that part of the plot and let the protagonist go home. My mind is a bit messed up, there is only one update today, so let's smooth out my thoughts first.)

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

Farmers are wearing straw hats and rough clothes, working in the fields under the scorching sun, and the sound of rice ears hitting threshing buckets can be heard everywhere.

Hundreds of thousands of luxury cars are driving on the road in the pothole county, and scattered villages can be seen in the distance.

On the houses and fences of the farmers, there are a lot of words written crookedly with paint, most of which are advertisements such as One catty of hope feed for pigs can gain two catties of meat, which are plain and straightforward, exaggerated and absurd. There are also slogans of the grassroots government, such as Set fire to the mountain, and sit in prison.

The most domineering thing is one person survives, and the whole village is ligated, which makes Song Weiyang's crotch feel cold.

It's not difficult to drive. Zheng Xuehong said while steering the steering wheel.

It's not difficult, you can learn it in one day. Chen Tao, who was sitting in the back row, laughed.

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

There is no backing into the garage, no side parking, it only takes ten minutes to get started, and another ten minutes to learn to change gears-driving is too simple.

I'm entering the city, let me take it instead. Song Weiyang said.

It's okay, I'll come. You must have been very tired after driving all night last night. Zheng Xuehong is already addicted to driving.

Song Weiyang didn't bother to fight with him. Anyway, he would pull the handbrake when he encountered a situation. This slow speed is not afraid of hitting passers-by.

Following the instructions all the way, Zheng Xuehong quickly drove the car to the staff quarters.

A large area to the south is an old-fashioned tube building, which is inhabited by ordinary workers of the winery. To the north is a new-style building, which is full of factory managers—including several other state-owned enterprises managed by Song Shumin.

In terms of sophistication and sophistication, to be honest, Song Shumin handled everything smoothly, taking all aspects into consideration.

It's a pity that someone still jumped back!

Song Shumin, the former secretary of the state-owned winery who was completely emptied, promised to give him 3% of the shares. This is already a lot, Song Shumin himself is only 30%, none of the old brothers who started the business together exceeds 8%, and the total management equity is only 49% - the limit of a joint venture, no matter how many local governments do not agree. This shows the difference between the inland and the coastal areas. The state-owned enterprises in the entire city on the coastal side dare to package and sell them all, while the remote inland areas dare not allow foreign investors to control them absolutely.

Unexpectedly, the secretary of the winery was not happy, and he opened his mouth to 15%.

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

I don't know which line this guy took. Song Shumin was arrested in the first step, and he was appointed as the secretary and director of the factory in the second step. He even killed them all. In the original time and space, only half a month after Song Shumin was sentenced, the Song family was forced to move out of the distillery staff quarters.

Hey, whose car is this? It's so foreign!

This car costs more than a hundred thousand.

Santana costs hundreds of thousands, and this car is more beautiful than Santana.

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

Really! There is a good show to watch.

Oh, it would be great if Director Song could come back, the current Secretary Zhong is an idiot!

Keep your voice down, and watch out for him to lay you off.

...

As soon as the car drove to the gate of the community, someone recognized Song Weiyang. They only watched from a distance, but they didn't dare to get close, for fear of being hated by Secretary Zhong for this, and they would be wronged if they were accidentally laid off.

There are no security guards in the community, let alone take-off and landing poles to stop cars, but there is a mail room at the door.

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

The little old man's name is Liu Changsheng. He has been widowed for many years and has no children under his knees. In the past, when Song Shumin was an educated youth in the countryside, Liu Changsheng helped a lot. After Song Shumin became prosperous, Liu Changsheng had an urban household registration and was invited to work as a guard in the mail room of the staff quarters.

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

Seeing Song Weiyang, Liu Changsheng was overjoyed immediately, and quickly said, Yangyang, where did you go, I worried your mother to death!

It's okay, I went out to play for a few days, Song Weiyang said, I called uncle.

Since he didn't know whether his family was forced to move out of the employee community like in his previous life, Song Weiyang directly remitted the money to his honest and reliable uncle. He also called his uncle to inform his mother and brother that he would be back soon and that the cannery matter had been resolved.

The remittance was only 100,000 yuan, which was used to convince my mother and elder brother.

The rest of the money, 650,000 yuan, was used to buy cars and license plates, and more than 300,000 yuan was used to save the cannery. Song Weiyang drove it back with him. He was afraid that if he remitted all the money back, his mother and elder brother would take the money to pay off the debt, which would be a waste of work.

Liu Changsheng asked, These two in the car are your father's friends?

Big boss, I was drawn to invest in the canning factory. Song Weiyang said.

The cannery can be saved. Liu Changsheng was happy at first, but then he said anxiously, Go to the municipal party committee, something happened to the cannery!

Song Weiyang asked: What happened?

Liu Changsheng said: Your mother made the canning factory go bankrupt. I don't know who spread the news. Now hundreds of workers and creditors are blocking the entrance of the municipal party committee. I heard that they even pulled up banners and held up signs to let the cannery go bankrupt. City leaders won't let the cannery go bankrupt.

Old Zheng, turn around and go to the municipal party committee! Song Weiyang said helplessly.

Alas, although I remitted 100,000 yuan to my family for peace of mind, and told my uncle not to file for bankruptcy, my mother and elder brother still don't believe that he can save the cannery.

Both the winery and the staff quarters are on the fringes of the city. Zheng Xuehong drove all the way without any accidents. It can only be said that the road conditions these days are very suitable for novice drivers.

More than 200 people were blocked at the entrance of the Municipal Party Committee. It seemed that all the workers from the cannery had arrived.

The canning factory was originally a municipal enterprise with a small scale, but its personnel structure was extremely bloated. Anyway, the seven aunts and eight aunts are stuffed inside, plus the technical secondary school students assigned every year, at the most, there are more than 500 employees, at least two-thirds of them are idlers.

Why are state-owned enterprises losing money?

The big reason is this!

After Song's eldest brother took over the canning factory, he directly threw 350 workers to other enterprises, and his father was in charge of those enterprises anyway. The remaining nearly 200 workers are in a very special situation. They belong to the establishment of state-owned enterprises, but work in private enterprises. The wages are first paid by the factory to the government, and then the government pays the workers.

There is no way, the Rongping City Government does not allow the buyout of working years, and the workers are also reluctant to give up their iron rice bowls, so they come up with this kind of difference.

The cannery belongs to all the workers, and the capitalists can't just shut down!

Resume production, Baojiawei Factory!

Repay the hard-earned money of our workers!

...

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

Song Weiyang's mother and eldest brother were not at the scene, and the leaders did not show up. Only some police officers were responsible for maintaining order and preventing workers from storming the municipal committee when they were agitated.

Get out of the way, get out of the way! Song Weiyang shouted as he got out of the car.

When the workers and creditors saw the luxury cars, they subconsciously gave way.

Suddenly someone recognized Song Weiyang: He is the second son of the Song family. I saw him at the gate of the court!

Immediately, dozens of people surrounded Song Weiyang and said aggressively, Pay back the money, let your brother come out and pay back the money!

Another worker said: Wages can be withheld, but the cannery cannot go bankrupt!

Wages must be paid, and the cannery must continue to operate! 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 goes bankrupt or not is up to the boss and the government. Even if it goes bankrupt, your staff will still be state-owned enterprise employees, and the government will make other arrangements.

Don't talk nonsense, I have worked in the cannery for nearly 20 years. I was born as a cannery worker and died as a ghost of the cannery. Whoever dares to let the cannery go bankrupt, I will find him desperately!

At the beginning, I said that the cannery cannot be sold, and the capitalists have no good intentions!

Director Song is inside, everyone rush in and grab him!

...

The policemen were terrified, and quickly shouted: Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you will go to jail for assaulting the municipal committee!

Call the leader out!

Yes, call out Director Song and his mother!

Song Weiyang gave Zheng Xuehong a wink, Zheng Xuehong immediately got out of the car, and shouted in a crappy Cantonese-style Hong Kong man: Don't move the green onion, don't want to move the green onion. Listen to me! Big Boss, I'll give you the cock, I'll give you the cock!

What did he say?

It seems to be saying to pay us wages!

It's a Hong Kong businessman!

Hong Kong businessmen are here, the cannery is saved!