Chapter 5 Father and Son Talking About the Trend at the Family Banquet

After Fan Wubing drove Feng Nan who was on the way home, he turned around and went back to the company to pick up his sister Fan Ting, and then asked Ouyang Xiaowei, "Where are you going?"

"Don't bother you, I'll just get off at the intersection ahead." Ouyang Xiaowei said softly.

Fan Wubing glanced at the rear mirror and saw Ouyang Xiaowei wringing the corners of her clothes with her hands, her fingers were slightly white, so she couldn't help asking, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Ting turned her head to look at Ouyang Xiaowei, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You don't look well. Let's go to the hospital?"

Ouyang Xiaowei blushed and mouthed to Fan Ting.

"Oh! Got it!" Fan Ting patted her forehead suddenly, and said to Fan Wubing, "Wubing, you can go home by yourself! I'll send Xiaowei back!"

Without any explanation, Fan Ting drove Fan Wubing down, and then drove Ouyang Xiaowei away by herself.

"Hey!" The car ran a long way before Fan Wubing came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and waved forward and shouted, "Don't drive so fast, where is our house?!"

It's a pity that Fan Ting was also driving very fast, and she had already disappeared by now.

Fan Wubing gave a wry smile, stood on the road and looked to both sides, the long street was lined with street lamps winding like fire dragons, the sky was already dark at this time, bright lights were shining everywhere, there was a lot of traffic, the traffic on the road was coming Come and go, non-stop.

After six years of absence, Beijing's urban development has changed a lot. Many crop fields in the past have become high-rise buildings at this time. However, there is still a big gap from the image of the place I know in the future, especially in the past few years due to the heavy traffic pressure and the deteriorating air quality in the city.

Standing on the side of the road and smelling the exhaust of cars is not very pleasant. Fan Wubing rummaged through his pocket and found a small book with his home address on it, then he stopped a yellow-faced car and got on it.

"Yeah, little master's clothes are pretty good. They cost thousands of dollars, right?" The driver was a middle-aged uncle who was rather talkative. Once he saw Fan Wubing's clothes, he knew that the boy was well-off.

"Hey." Fan Wubing didn't want to say more. Just hummed twice.

I'm used to a good car. The feeling of taking the yellow noodles was really not very good, but the driver didn't stop talking along the way, and he didn't feel too boring. After about 20 minutes, he finally sent Fan Wubing home.

Fan Heng has long been treated at the hall level,

Although there are so many officials at this level, the benefits are good. Now the Fan family's residence is located in a villa area built with funds raised by the unit, and the environment is good. The small three-storey building in the middle of the water has a small garden, lawn, and parking spaces. On both sides of the passage in the middle, there are tall trees moved from the mountains, which is quite good.

As soon as Fan Wubing arrived at the gate of the community, he was stopped by the armed police who acted as guards.

"Please show your ID." The armed policeman said to Fan Wubing with a serious face.

"I'm just going home—" Fan Wubing suddenly felt helpless, and finally had to say. "Is it okay to make a phone call?"

The armed policeman nodded. Let him into the duty room.

Fan Wubing called his family, and it happened that Fan Heng picked up the phone. "Dad, I arrived at the gate of the community and was blocked from entering."

"Huh? Aren't you with Fan Ting? Well, I see, you give the phone to the guard." Fan Heng didn't expect Fan Wubing to find home alone, it was a little surprised.

After the guard talked to Fan Heng, he let Fan Wubing go, and gave him a small card pass, saying that he had to put this in first, and that he would not need it after a few days when everyone was familiar with it.

"Thank you!" Fan Wubing waved his hand and finally entered the gate.

Fan Heng had already run away from home, standing there looking at his son.

Fan Wubing glanced at his father, and saw that he was actually wearing an apron around his waist, and his hands were covered with flour. He knew that he must be cooking for himself to prepare dinner, and the news of his mother Zhang Mei came from home. When both parents appeared under the light outside the house, Fan Wubing suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

This farewell is six years!

Fan Wubing got wind under his feet, and ran over in three or two steps, without saying a word, first kowtowed twice, and when he got up again, there was already a sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh, this child, it's good to be back!" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were also deeply moved, and pulled their son back home.

"Why isn't brother here?" When Fan Wubing returned home, he couldn't help being a little surprised that he didn't see Fan Kang.

"Oh, he went to Tianjin, I guess he can come back tomorrow." Zhang Mei was a little surprised, "Didn't Fan Ting go pick you up? Why isn't she there?"

Fan Wubing recounted what happened in the afternoon, and Zhang Mei was amazed when she heard that, "I heard you say that Fan Ting manages the company well?"

"At least there is no problem in the general direction. Now it is only affected by the environment. I estimate that it will soon be on the track of rapid development. Of course, there is still a big gap from the internationalization of large companies. The details are There are still many areas that need to be improved." Fan Wubing replied.

Zhang Mei shook her head and said, "I don't understand business matters, but if you come back this time, you don't have to leave anymore, right?"

Although Fan Wubing left six years ago because of circumstances, in fact, after that incident, news spread from the side, saying that the higher-ups were very sorry for Fan Wubing's going abroad, and said that there was no past. Under the meaning of investigation. Naturally, Fan Heng was not sure whether the news was true or not, and he did not dare to let his son return home hastily, but judging from various signs later, the news should be true.

But Fan Wubing also had his plans, so he was not in a hurry to return to China, but stayed in the United States for six years. During these six years, countless stories naturally happened, but it is not enough for outsiders.

Even in front of parents. Fan Wubing only talked about some interesting anecdotes about life in the United States. Nothing related to his work. Therefore, as parents, Fan Heng and Zhang Mei only knew that Fan Wubing was enjoying a happy life in the United States, but they didn't know what kind of trouble he had caused.

But according to Fan Heng and Zhang Mei's understanding of their son, I believe he will not be so honest.

"Actually, foreigners are easy to deal with." Fan Wubing said to his parents with a smile, "Once I invited the examiner to a meal to test my driver's license. The American driver's license test system is very strict, and many people have to It takes many times to pass the exam, and I don’t want to waste too much time on it, so I have to think of other ways. But the examiners are all part-timers, and they are also rich people, so it’s not feasible to just bribe them with money , so I invited him to dinner."

"Then what did you treat him to?" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were both very curious.

Fan Wubing said with a smile, "Actually, there are many Chinese restaurants in the United States. But they don't cook some meals. So I made him noodles with glutinous rice flour. I spent half the morning preparing the ingredients and made a large batch at noon. The pot, it cost about ten dollars, and guess what? He almost ate the pot!"

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei laughed, and said that it seems that Chinese restaurants in the United States are not very authentic, and they don't know how to get the things that are most likely to be eaten by ordinary people.

"This is also normal. There are restaurants in the United States. Most of them are from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and there are also many southerners in the mainland. The taste is more southern. Therefore, there are surprisingly few pasta in the north. I just made it casually." The opponent was stunned." Fan Wubing explained.

In fact. Americans have never seen such a delicious and simple thing, and the effect is naturally not bad. He exempted Fan Wubing from the test.

"Then isn't he cheating for personal gain? The value concept promoted by this American doesn't match!" Fan Heng asked.

Fan Wubing then replied, "Actually, I asked him this question after I got my driver's license, but guess what he said? He said that a person who can make such delicious food must be full of love for life." People, he has every reason to believe that such people will not play games with their own or other people's lives."

"Very artistic in language." Fan Heng commented.

Zhang Mei said with a smile, "Okay, I guess you're hungry too, let's love life too."

"Hehe, I've already smelled the scent coming out of the kitchen!" Fan Wubing rubbed his stomach, "Why is the old lady not coming back, it's not good if we don't wait for her."

"Leave her alone, she eats at home all day, so why grab her brother?" Zhang Mei said, and immediately put the food on the table.

"Hey, it's better to eat at home! I haven't seen authentic crispy pork ribs, steam pot chicken, woo woo—" Fan Wubing was so moved that his stomach growled.

"Okay, okay, no one is robbing you, eat slowly, don't choke." Zhang Mei looked at Fan Wubing eating well, and said with a smile, gently rubbing her hand on Fan Wubing's back. Patted, lest he choke on him.

Who knew that before Zhang Mei could finish speaking, Fan Ting hurriedly pushed the door in, shouting, "I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death!"

After speaking, he sat down and reached out to grab the ribs on the plate.

"Wash your hands first!" Zhang Mei immediately tapped the back of her hand with the chopsticks.

Fan Ting withdrew her hand, then pointed to Fan Wubing's black hand and said, "He didn't wash his hands either!"

"At least the third child knows how to use chopsticks, and he didn't grab it with his hands like you did." Zhang Mei immediately retorted, and then nagged and taught, "How old is he, why is he still frizzy? I really doubt that The company was not closed down by you, it must be the blessing of the ancestors!"

Fan Ting immediately wanted to refute a few words angrily, but Fan Wubing was quite conscientious enough, stuffed a piece of ribs into her mouth, and then kept saying to her, "Calm down, be calm!"

Fan Ting nodded at Fan Wubing, and began to eat ribs. The way the siblings ate could be described as wind and clouds. A large table of dishes, most of them were killed by the two of them. Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were earlier It was already time to have porridge, so I just moved two chopsticks symbolically at this time, and then I smiled and watched my son and daughter eating, looking very relieved.

"By the way, Minister Ye's wife whispered to me again today—" Zhang Mei said.

These words are more effective than anything. Fan Ting went upstairs with a whoosh. Before leaving, he said, "Wash up and go to bed!"

"This child!?" Zhang Mei shook her head helplessly, "He's already twenty-six, and he doesn't think about his own life. What do we parents think?"

Minister Ye? Fan Wubing, who was picking his teeth, moved his ears and asked, "Is that Minister Ye's wife? Ye Tian's mother?"

Zhang Mei nodded, indicating that she was right, but she asked again in surprise, "You just came back, how did you know?"

Fan Wubing snorted and said, "Just that kid, I have taught him a lesson today! How dare he hang out in front of my sister with his behavior? If he doesn't know what's going on, find someone to destroy him!"

"Don't act recklessly. The Ye family's influence in the capital is deeply ingrained—" Fan Heng suddenly felt a headache, thinking why this son was so careless, and he taught the youngest son of the Ye family a lesson as soon as he came back.

Ye Tian's old man is the deputy head of the Postal Communications Department. He is very powerful and he is also the kind who has a lot of money in various ministries and commissions. Although he himself is not bad, his wife is a bit domineering, and his son is even more spoiled when he is old. It's out of shape. That's why Ye Tiancai gained the notoriety of being one of the eight major public hazards in the capital.

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei knew a little about this matter, so they were always reluctant to agree to Ye Tian's mother's intention of getting married, but the other party harassed Ye Tian's mother again and again in good faith, which was very annoying.

The reason why the Ye family wants to get married is not that Fan Ting is really better than a fairy. Mostly. He still has his eyes on the largest private company in China, S Club, which Fan Ting holds. This is a large company with a profit of over 400 million a year, and it has a foreign investment background as an umbrella.

If Ye Tian can marry Fan Ting, then sooner or later the company's surname will not be Ye?

However, Fan Ting had known about Ye Tian's notoriety for a long time, and had been ignoring him all the time, and this company is a famous company with a background. The evil spirit never dies, so he used some small tricks overtly and secretly to create trouble for Fan Ting's company.

After listening to Zhang Mei's introduction of the Ye family's affairs, Fan Wubing had an idea in his mind, and said, "It's not difficult to solve this matter, the key still depends on my attitude. It can be solved."

"You—" Fan Heng heard this, held back and asked, "What tricks are you going to do?"

"We still have to keep it secret for the time being." Fan Wubing put it off, and then asked Fan Heng, "What is Dad doing lately?"

Fan Heng sat comfortably on the sofa, watched Zhang Mei put away the dishes, chatted with Fan Wubing, "I didn't do anything, but I was more concerned about the domestic economic situation, and recently I have been paying attention to the reform of the economic system "Oh? What exactly are you looking at?" Fan Wubing was a little concerned. After all, his father was relatively close to the upper class. Different, views are naturally different. Especially since Fan Heng had nothing to do recently, he had a lot of time to digest the information he got from everywhere.

"Recently, the higher authorities have been rectifying the private enterprises in Wenzhou, and they probably want to give a specific explanation." Fan Heng said.

Fan Wubing nodded. In the history of China's reform, Wenzhou is a place that is easy to be misunderstood. This is the place where Chinese private enterprises first sprouted. In the eyes of some people, it is a hotbed of capitalism and a cancer that must be removed. In the minds of others, it is like a holy land of the market economy, a vanguard of non-government forces breaking through the old system. So much so that for a long time, the evaluation of Wenzhou has become a side election and a temperature gauge for the reform position. Whenever there is a change in policy direction, it is often here that the first signs can be sniffed out.

Wenzhou businessmen are known as Chinese Jews. They have left their hometowns since they were very young and traveled abroad. They are the first group of people in China who have market awareness, and they are also the first group of people who made money in business activities.

"In Wenzhou, there were the earliest trading merchants, the first batch of professional markets, and the first joint-stock enterprises in China. For many years, they appeared like catfish fighting for their lives in every field with profit opportunities. They sold small commodities. They were also the earliest practitioners of commercial activities, spreaders of new ideas, and promoters of new products. They were also the earliest smugglers, smugglers, and manufacturers of fake and inferior products. They always wander On the edge of the law, he is always able to seize the business opportunities that have just sprouted in the first place." Fan Heng said to his son.

Fan Wubing nodded with a smile, and said to his father, Fan Heng, "This evaluation is very accurate."

Fan Heng continued. "I have read an internal reference, which said that a certain impoverished county in Wenzhou had an unbelievable and darkly humorous economic case. The local farmers sent letters to state-owned enterprises all over the country, ordering various Second-hand machinery and equipment, these equipment arrived at the destination, immediately resold on the spot. Then, those farmers went to the newspaper to publish the obituary of death under a pseudonym, and when those foreign enterprises chased up the door to collect debts, some people mourned and brought the obituary to them. They saw that people were dead too. Who should they ask for debts? That’s it. All the farmers in a village participated in this seemingly weird fraud game, and the largest second-hand machinery and equipment trading market in southern Zhejiang was formed locally.”

"Hahaha——" Fan Wubing couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this, "It's impossible to even come up with such a way to make money. I have to admire their business wisdom. But, This kind of practice lacks the minimum commercial integrity, and sooner or later they will suffer a lot!"

"And people's hearts are very impetuous!" Fan Heng continued to tell a rumor he heard. "It is said that in Wenzhou, when a person of style treats a guest, two soups must be served. One soup is a small boat made of a hundred dollar bill floating in a large seafood basin. It is for smooth sailing. The other soup is a large seafood basin and then There is a small basin on which ten imported watches are placed in a regular manner. Everyone here has a watch, which is to show your heart."

Fan Wubing curled his lips, disapproving, it is true to be rich, but showing off like this is of no benefit.

"However, I learned about Wenzhou's industrial structure, and found that there are no projects that can support the long-term development of the local economy. There are many things that rely on counterfeit and shoddy products to obtain short-term profits. Although huge profits are temporarily obtained, the long-term The lack of integrity will only make it difficult for them to move forward in the future." Fan Heng commented.

After thinking for a while, Fan Wubing said, "Everything comes from the primitive accumulation of capital! Although many people refuse to admit this, the private economy will definitely come to the fore gradually! The wisdom shown by Wenzhou businessmen in business And cunning, completely different from hard deceit and forced acquisition, but it vividly shows the cunning and bloody without moral bottom line in the primitive accumulation process. Accompanied by the prosperity of the market and the prosperity of the people, the destruction of the original commercial order, the simplicity The indifference of local public concepts and the destruction of the ecological environment. To be precise, the Wenzhou phenomenon is not an isolated case. It also exists in all areas where commercial activities are first active, such as the Pearl River Delta and Chaoshan area in Guangdong, Jinjiang area in Fujian, Jiangsu We can only say that this is an era that lacks a sense of good and evil, and all moral value judgments pale in the face of the era’s theme of getting rid of poverty.”

"Hehe, let's develop the economy!" Fan Heng scratched his head, "Some people have also said in public that in order to quickly develop the economy, it is okay to make some sacrifices appropriately."

Fan Wubing sighed helplessly, and replied, "It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat. This is true, but what if the cat doesn't catch mice? On this issue, there is still a lack of understanding. Judging criteria. Alas, this is actually the price of development, and only when people pay, will they understand."

"However, the higher-ups may have to clean up the chaotic situation in the Wenzhou market recently." Fan Heng said to Fan Wubing, "There is another story.

In September last year, Xinhua News Agency broadcast a press release titled "Minister of Commerce Gets Scammed in Buying Shoes". According to the news, in July, the Minister of Commerce went to Hubei for investigation and research, and visited a department store in Wuhan. In front of the leather shoe counter, I saw a pair of brown leather shoes with mesh, so I bought this pair of shoes, put on the new pair of shoes on the spot, and continued to visit. When I returned to Beijing the next day, when I took off my shoes at home, I found that a piece of the heel of my right shoe had fallen off. So a few days later at the meeting of the director of the city's commercial bureau, he talked about this incident, and said with deep feeling that the proliferation of inferior products is too abominable. Producers are responsible for this problem, and commercial enterprises are also responsible for lax purchase control.

Three days later, the Minister of Light Industry met with the Minister of Commerce, saying that the quality of shoes is the most serious issue among consumers, and the Ministry of Light Industry has planned to hold an exhibition of counterfeit and shoddy shoes. The Minister of Commerce immediately expressed his support, and said that if this exhibition is held, he hopes that the pair of shoes he bought will also be exposed as an exhibit. "

This news uses the most vivid way to let readers across the country see the intrusion of counterfeit and shoddy products on daily life, so it can reunite the whole people to fight against it. In fact, after this incident, a campaign to crack down on counterfeiting and shoddy products was launched all over the country, and the results were remarkable.

However, another fact that is happening is that the rectification of counterfeit and shoddy goods will at some point become a means and reason for governments at all levels to protect the vested interests of state-owned enterprises.

Since counterfeit and shoddy products are basically produced by private enterprises and individual handicraft workshops, they naturally became the targets of the main attack. The state-owned enterprises that have been squeezed out of resources and markets just hit back at this time and took advantage of the situation to recover many lost goods. market.

In this rectification, these small private factories have been severely rectified. The reason is that blind development, repeated distribution, and repeated construction have seriously affected the national industry planning. Such consolidation is happening in almost every industry where private factories are increasingly active. This kind of targeted rectification aimed at enterprises outside the system has objectively restored the order of some industries, and it has indeed cracked down on the growing trend of counterfeiting and shoddy products. troubled.

"Therefore, in the past year, the number of individual industrial and commercial households has dropped sharply by 3.6 million. In the eyes of some people, the individual economy has become a thing of the past, and it is best to punish it severely and quickly. Some people think that The central government has already closed it, and it will be a matter of time to ban it. And the press is not sure about the direction of the wind, and has been silent for a while, which has invisibly increased this anxiety." Fan Heng concluded, "Combining various signs to Look, it's time to clarify the weather vane again!"

"Father, your deduction is very accurate." Fan Wubing had no choice but to give a thumbs up. He thought that his father hadn't been in Beijing for nothing in the past few years, and his grasp of tense was basically inseparable. He I couldn't help but said, "Actually, I came back in a hurry just because the wind direction was about to change. As an outstanding representative of private enterprises, the Chinese who have the concept of foreign capital, how can there be less in this cusp Where is my figure?"

"You?! Return to China?!" Fan Heng patted his son's shoulder with a smile and said, "You brat!"

Fan Wubing smiled slightly, and did not refute. In Lao Tzu's eyes, his son is always a brat, right?