Chapter 473 My Old Zhang

Yang Dongxu's grandfather Zhao Feng knows him. When Chen Weimin was still in Chengwang City, the grandfather who is good at dealing with things didn't come often, but he would send some local specialties every now and then and he was familiar with Zhao Feng. But later Chen Weimin was promoted and he went to work in the lower level. Later he was transferred out of Chengwang City and lost contact.

I just don't know why Yang Dongxu's grandfather, who is good at dealing with things, likes to farm in the countryside and tinker with some small things when he obviously has good resources, instead of relying on Chen Weimin's relationship to pursue a career or do some other business.

"I'll go see my uncle when I have time. I haven't seen him for many years."

"Then my grandfather will definitely be happy." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

Seeing the nanny put the dishes on the table, Zhao Feng stood up: "Let's eat."

"Auntie didn't bring the children with her?" Yang Dongxu also stood up and walked over, asking as he walked.

"I've just been transferred here for less than a week, and things here are not stable yet. In addition, it's almost October in the lunar calendar, and the children are also in school, so I'm not in a hurry to let them come. Let's wait until the beginning of the year."

"Transferring back and forth does affect their studies." Yang Dongxu nodded.

"It can't affect their academic performance." Thinking of his second son, Zhao Feng's smile became stronger. Obviously, this son made him proud and his academic performance should be good.

Neither of them had any rules of not talking while eating or sleeping, so they chatted while eating. Unconsciously, the topic turned to the economy of Chengwang City. Or Zhao Feng consciously dragged it to this.

After receiving Yang Dongxu's call and remembering who Yang Dongxu was. Before going home, he called his old boss in the office.

During the call, the old boss specifically mentioned that if he had any questions about the economy, he should ask his younger brother more. Although Zhao Feng knew that Yang Dongxu was smart since he was a child, what's the point of asking a young boy who is less than 20 years old about the economy of a city with a population of several million. But the old leader obviously wouldn't joke about this, so he led the topic to this matter.

When it comes to the economy of Chengwang City, as Zhao Desheng said, apart from a fertilizer plant and an agricultural machinery plant, there is really nothing to show for it. Or if you count the Beijing-Kowloon Line that has not yet been opened to traffic, it can barely be considered three things.

"Our city is a large agricultural city with no industrial foundation and no minerals. So instead of spending energy to introduce any large enterprises, it is better to introduce more small enterprises."

"Small enterprises?" Zhao Feng frowned. It's not that he is ambitious but incompetent. It's just that the benefits of small enterprises are really a drop in the bucket to boost the GDP of a city, and now the proportion of the economy in political achievements is becoming more and more important.

"The benefits of a small enterprise may not be good, but introducing a few more is still quite impressive. You can refer to the handicraft industry in Hainan in the past two years."

"It's really done well there, and they have found the right way. But introducing too many small enterprises may not make money." That's right, this is why Zhao Feng has never taken small enterprises to heart.

After all, Hainan has set an example, and everyone can see that small enterprises can also achieve great results. However, the total number of small enterprises is not worse than that of large enterprises, and the economic data can also look good, but you can't guarantee that all small enterprises make money. If there are losses and profits, and they break even in the end, the economic panel will not look so good.

"We can create an industrial chain, so that the upstream products can be sold to the downstream, and there is no need to worry about the lack of sales. The probability of losing money is basically very low. For example, our city is a major agricultural city, and we can think of ways to deal with agricultural products.

Let's say that people's lives are much better now, and there are more kinds of snacks for children. We can do food processing, so that the remaining grain in the hands of farmers can also have a way out. After processing into food, the value of grain is improved, and it is much more profitable than selling grain alone."

"This is a good way, but what kind of food factory should I open?" Zhao Feng's eyes lit up, and he felt that this way was good. We can set up a few small food factories to try.

"Bread and instant noodles. It just so happens that the grain produced in our city is basically wheat." Yang Dongxu said without hesitation.

If we talk about videos that are popular in China, bread and instant noodles are definitely on the list. Especially for those born in the 70s and 80s, if they can eat high-end foods like bread and instant noodles from time to time, they will be envied and hated by their friends.

"This option is good. If it is done well, the benefits should be considerable." Zhao Feng, who has also visited several developed coastal cities, is a little tempted.

He looked at Yang Dongxu with more eagerness than before. He felt that this young man was much smarter since he was a child. Sometimes he could even see him arguing with the old leader. It seems that the old leader is right. The smart head of this young man is still as smart as ever.

At the Second People's Hospital of Chengwang City, the door of the operating room opened and the doctor walked out.

"How is it, how is it, how is my son?" A heavily made-up woman ran over.

"There is no danger to life, but the bridge of the nose is seriously fractured, and there may be some problems with his appearance in the future."

"What's wrong with your face? I tell you, if my son is disfigured, I will tear down your hospital. Do you know who I am? Do you know who my old Zhang is? Go in and get proper treatment immediately." The woman pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at Zhang's nose with the other hand, spitting all over. Fortunately, Zhang, who came out of the operating room, was wearing a mask and didn't need to hold an umbrella.

"That's right, if anything happens to Mr. Zhang, you don't have to be Zhang anymore." A group of people came up from the stairs and surrounded him instantly.

These people were none other than the minions around Zhang Chenglong before. But now people say something is wrong.

They had fought in the store before, and because there was surveillance, they were detained by the police. They didn't have direct evidence for the time being, so they recorded a confession, asked them not to leave Chengwang City in the near future and cooperate with the investigation, and then released them.

As soon as they were released, they rushed to the hospital!

"I'll try my best, I'll try my best." The doctor saw that he would definitely be beaten if he said anything more, so he turned around and walked into the operating room. Anyway, the treatment had been done, and he really couldn't do anything about whether he would be disfigured or not, so he went in and hid for a while.

"Where are the people? Didn't you say you were going to catch them? If you dare to hit my son, I will make him live a life worse than death." Seeing the doctor go in, the woman snorted coldly, turned around and saw that the people she sent out had returned, but she didn't see the person who hit her son, so she got angry.

"That... auntie... the person is gone." Xiao Huang said with a somewhat unnatural look.

"Gone? Was she taken to the police station by the police?" The woman was stunned for a moment.

"No, no, she went home." Xiao Huang's face became more embarrassed.

"Going home!" The woman's voice instantly rose eight degrees, and she slapped Xiao Huang: "What do you do for a living? What do police do for a living? How did you let the person who beat people go home?"

Xiao Huang didn't dare to say more, so he had to let the woman slap him in the face, and pouted when he lowered his head. Your old Zhang, your old Zhang. Those who know know that you are talking about your brother-in-law, and those who don't know think that you are the head of the Zhang family.

Looking at the furious woman, he didn't say anything for a while. After the woman finished shouting, he covered his face and said, "This... Maybe you need to say it yourself. The police have surveillance, and Sun Changfeng testified, so the police station determined this case as legitimate defense.

The other party signed a guarantee and paid bail. He promised to actively cooperate with the investigation when there are any problems with the case, and not to leave Chengwang City for the time being. So Director Zheng released the person according to normal procedures."

In fact, there is one thing he didn't say, that is, it was Zhang Chenglong who started the fight first. Even if it was not legitimate defense, there is no problem in classifying the whole thing as mutual fighting.

It's just that Zhang Chenglong couldn't beat the other party's provocation and became the target of the fight. So even if this case is finally determined to be a mutual fight, the other party is willing to compensate for such a small case. Zhang Chenglong's side is really nothing except that his nose bridge is a little serious.

"Director Zheng, Zheng Fengqing?" The woman was stunned.

"Well, he was the first to arrive, and I can't do anything about it." Xiao Huang quickly shirked the responsibility for his poor performance. In fact, he was not shirking, but telling the truth. The police were standing next to him, and they looked like they were doing a fair job. How could he rush over and beat the other person in front of the police if he hadn't been kicked in the head.

"Zheng Fengqing is a piece of shit. Tell him that he must catch the man for me, otherwise he won't have to work as the director." The woman roared fiercely, and her momentum seemed to be more powerful than that of the senior officials in the province.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why was he beaten up?" A woman came up from the stairs.

"Little sister, you must take care of our Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan was beaten and disfigured, and Zheng Fengqing actually let the murderer go. Is there any law?" The woman who was still shouting when she saw the arrival of the arrival burst into tears.

Xiao Huang and his group were particularly disgusted.

"What's going on?" The woman who just arrived asked coldly. Compared with Zhang Chenglong's mother, she was still a little rational and didn't yell, but you can tell from her expression that she will definitely not give up.

Xiao Huang quickly spoke and repeated what he just said.

"When did Zheng Fengqing become so bold?" The woman who just arrived frowned.