Yangxi Town is only more than ten kilometers away from the county town, and a provincial road passes through the town, which is very convenient for transportation.

Zeng Ziqi drove the red E46, saving Chen Qiaoshan a car rental fee and rushed to Yangxi Town.

Zhang Ergui sat in the back seat very consciously, far away from Zeng Ziqi.

He was a little scared of the woman in front of him. Not only did she say that she had money, she was not a good person. The simple words just now almost ruined the business. Chen Qiaoshan said it early in the morning that it would take two or three days to go on this time, which would be worth half a month's salary.

"Tsk tsk." As soon as he got on the car, Zhang Ergui exclaimed repeatedly, "This car is really good. It is much more grand than the old Changhe car in the institute. It costs a lot of money, right?"

Zeng Ziqi said: "I don't know the specifics. This car is my mother. I'll drive it for two days."

"It must be cheap. I have grown up so old and have never taken such a valuable car." Zhang Ergui sighed.

"You should have taken the train. That thing is much more expensive than this!" Chen Qiaoshan remembered a joke and casually interjected, but it was obviously not effective.

As soon as the car arrived at Yangxi Town, he saw an ancient tower from afar, which was very conspicuous.

Chen Qiaoshan asked, "That should be an ancient building, right?"

Zeng Ziqi turned into the town with the steering wheel and explained: "That's right, that's Wenchang Pavilion. It is said to be built during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. However, it is not a real ancient pagoda, but a courtyard-style building. The tower body you see now was renovated. If you have time in the afternoon, you can take you to see it."

Chen Qiaoshan was a little surprised and asked, "Are you from the Archaeology Department? How do you know so much about ancient buildings?"

"What are your eyes? Will the Archaeology Department join the Cultural Industry Office?" Zeng Ziqi glanced at him and then explained: "I am from the Department of Sociology of Wuhan University."

Chen Qiaoshan's heart was upset and blurted out: "Zeng Ziqi, aren't you trying to make me wrong?

Zhang Ergui in the back seat was stunned at first, but then he couldn't help laughing out loud. The college student from Yanjing really dared to think and say anything, and dared to jump out of nothing.

Zeng Ziqi was so angry that she lost her composure when she heard this. She first stepped on the accelerator and the car suddenly accelerated, which scared her to brake quickly. Fortunately, there were no people nearby, otherwise something would have to happen.

Chen Qiaoshan secretly called luck, but fortunately he had worn a seat belt early in the morning, but he was just a false alarm, so Zhang Ergui was in trouble. He laughed happily just now, but he fell to the back of the front chair and must have never laughed out again.

Zeng Ziqi stared at Chen Qiaoshan viciously, saying that he was not incompatible with each other.

Chen Qiaoshan was not afraid and asked directly: "Are you trying to make an idea about my thesis topic?"

He is not without any basis. Whether from the economics or sociology perspective, Xinhua Printing is a good research object. The one who unveiled the industrial structure of the domestic printing market in his previous life was a doctoral thesis in sociology.

Zeng Ziqi has an outstanding appearance and seems to be a lack of money at home. Chen Qiaoshan thought that there was nothing special except Peking University's identity. She came to her house again and again, which was obviously unreasonable.

If you want to like him, Chen Qiaoshan is not that narcissistic yet, and he is not Takeshi Kaneshiro. Now it seems that the problem lies in the topic of this investigation. Zeng Ziqi is probably focused on the Xinhua printing industry chain and wants to get some useful information from him.

Zeng Ziqi was obviously thought to herself, and her momentum became a little weaker in an instant, "So what?"

Chen Qiaoshan was speechless for a moment, and this was indeed an embarrassing topic.

The Xinhua printing industry chain in the previous life was revealed, which happened several years later. I was also a plagiarist, and there was no reason to blame the other party.

Moreover, economics and sociology are different disciplines. Although the two have intersections, they do not conflict. It is not impossible for Zeng Ziqi to participate in it, but she just doesn’t say it in advance, which is a bit unreasonable.

Chen Qiaoshan asked, "You are a senior student. You have graduated in less than two months. Now it's too late to change the topic of the thesis?"

Zeng Ziqi was a little guilty. At first, she was just a little curious. She was a distributor of printing equipment. Most of her relatives and friends in Yangxi Town were engaged in this industry, but she never realized that this was a complete industrial chain.

A misunderstanding with Chen Qiaoshan has aroused her interest in Xinhua Printing. If possible, writing a related paper from a sociological perspective is also a good choice.

“My graduation defense has been completed.”

Chen Qiaoshan asked, "Then why are you still following me?"

After all the questions were asked, Zeng Ziqi did not hide it, "My dad is Zeng Hongyu you are looking for, and he operates wholesale of printing equipment in Yanjing."

"Zeng Shushen is my cousin. He now opens a factory in Zhuhai to produce typewriter parts and general consumables. One-quarter of the consumables in Xinhua people are supplied by the Zeng family. Moreover, the only rubber installation production line in China is jointly invested and introduced by my father and uncle."

Chen Qiaoshan was shocked. The annual output value of Xinhua Printing Industry is 10 billion yuan, and any branch is 100 million yuan. The Zeng family is inconspicuous and is really rich.

"Tell me this, what do you want to do?"

Zeng Ziqi glanced at Chen Qiaoshan and said, "You want to find my father and others, just to get upstream business data to judge the scale of the industry and the direction of the market? It's all open business, and it's not impossible to give it to you."

"If I say it right, the most important thing in the upstream of the industrial chain is copiers, while Xinhua's printing industry uses almost all second-hand mobile phones."

After a pause, the topic changed, she said again: "The Zou Lianjing you are looking for is in Yangcheng, but the import of the second-hand mobile phone device has been stopped."

"The old man opened a QQ group a few days ago, called "The second-hand photocopier change career". You don't have to make a phone call, you can find it by surfing the Internet."

"The person who operates a second-hand mobile phone machine is now called Zou Lianwen. He is the old man's cousin and my father's senior brother."

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Nowadays, second-hand mobile phones are transferred from Taiwan and smuggled into the country. It has been several years since you can't get real data."

Chen Qiaoshan was not surprised at all. This was consistent with his understanding of the situation. As for smuggling, although it was a serious problem to ordinary people, it was not a problem in the eyes of industry insiders.

Let me give you the simplest example. The annual sales of the top beef manufacturers in China are not even as small as the value of the beef smuggling case. This is not an exaggeration. The transit place for the beef smuggling is in Vietnam. This is a secret that the industry has publicly disclosed.

Chen Qiaoshan was a little puzzled, "What did you tell me about this?"

Zeng Ziqi did not return directly, but said: "The old man personally brought out ten apprentices. Except for one who has passed away and the other has been driven out of the sect, the remaining eight people basically monopolized the upstream supply system of the Xinhua printing industry chain."

"I can get the data you want, including the annual sales of second-hand mobile phones in recent years. Of course, too detailed information will definitely not be possible, and you don't need to know it."

After talking for a long time, it was all conditions, and the purpose behind it was not mentioned at all. Chen Qiaoshan was a little moved.

Zeng Ziqi is Zeng Hongyu's daughter, and Xinhua Cultural Printing is monopolized by Zou, Zeng, Long and Ye families. They implement industrial complementarity policies and occupy half of the domestic market.

Chen Qiaoshan believed that Zeng Ziqi had no need to lie to her, but she couldn't figure out what she would ask, so she asked directly: "Don't go around the corner, just say it, what do you want?"

Zeng Ziqi stared at Chen Qiaoshan and said with a smile: "Originally, as a member of Xinhua Printing, I wanted to write a sociological paper to elaborate on the rise and fall of the Xinhua Printing Industry Chain."

Chen Qiaoshan's face changed slightly, "What about now?"
Chapter completed!