The factory director's office was filled with smoke.

Guo Xiaolan left with a gloomy face. From a rational point of view, she knew that her son’s choice was correct. But in terms of emotion, she hated cooperating with her enemies and did not want to sell Fan Zhengyang who came out of the same village.

Song Weiyang was also unhappy and sat on the chair, smoking one by one.

Song Weiyang knew what his mother didn't know.

In the next two years, Fan Zhengyang's power was constantly eroded, and he was determined to deal with Huang Yunsheng and would not take care of the Song family any longer. Later, he became more and more powerful. His sister-in-law asked Fan Zhengyang for help in a wholesale business, but she couldn't even see him. It could be said that she turned against others.

Song Weiyang hated Zhong Dahua, Huang Yunsheng, and also hated Fan Zhengyang.

Only children can distinguish right from wrong, adults only look at the pros and cons.

The most advantageous method now is to get along with Fan Zhengyang and Huang Yunsheng, and then take advantage of the situation to kill that bastard Zhong Dahua! As for Fan and Huang, at the critical moment, Song Weiyang didn't mind giving them some eye drops, but he had to do it quietly without affecting himself.

Why is Song Weiyang so worried that he smokes and thinks?

Because Huang Yunsheng saw through Zheng Xuehong and Song Weiyang's intention to take a joint venture, Song Weiyang's follow-up plan was completely disrupted.

It is impossible to do it again by impersonating a joint venture in Hong Kong business. This is equivalent to sending your own handle to Huang Yunsheng, and he will be honest as a grandson in the future. If he does not turn against him, he will naturally gain huge benefits, but this time bomb made Song Weiyang uneasy.

"Click!"

The office door was pushed open.

My uncle Guo Xiaochun didn't even knock on the door, so he came in with a travel bag on his back, threw the things on the table, and smoked: "I got the company license. People in Hong Kong will do their business quickly. You can register a company in a few days."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, my uncle." Song Weiyang pressed out the cigarette butt.

Guo Xiaochun didn't know what kind of politeness meant. He picked up the tea on the table and drank it, shook his hair on his forehead and said, "I heard that someone named Huang has just arrived?"

"The cup of tea you drank was made for Mayor Huang," said Song Weiyang.

"Pooh!"

Guo Xiaochun immediately spitted and said, "No wonder it smells disgusting and smelly!"

Song Weiyang smiled and reminded: "The canning factory has rules and regulations, and spitting is prohibited."

Guo Xiaochun trampled on his spit and asked, "Who is the one with the surname Huang is here to find fault?"

"It just so happened that he asked us to cooperate with him." Song Weiyang said.

"He can really do it. He put the father into the cell and then come to work with his son," Guo Xiaochun kept gesturing with his cigarette in his mouth, "I tell you, this man named Huang is a weasel who wishes the chicken a New Year, and he has no good intentions!"

Song Weiyang said: "Yeah, I know."

"Just be clear!" Guo Xiaochun picked up the travel bag, "I'm leaving, I haven't slept for a day and a night, so I'm so sleepy. By the way, can you still get the tickets for the bowling alley? It's a bit itchy if you don't play basketball for more than half a month."

"Come tomorrow." Song Weiyang said.

"Okay, Goodbye!" Guo Xiaochun left after saying that.

Sometimes Song Weiyang envies his uncle. He doesn't think about it all day long. He only knows how comfortable he lives by eating, drinking, and having fun.

Pick up the phone and dial the number.

Soon a voice came from the receiver: "Hey, hello, Mengping County Party Committee Courthouse Cadre Building."

"I'll look for Zheng Xuehong." Song Weiyang said.

"Wait...My phone call from Deputy Director Zheng Xuehong! Zheng Xuehong..."

Within a few minutes, Zheng Xuehong came over panting and said, "Hey, who... Huh, who is looking for me?"

Song Weiyang said: "Old Zheng, I am Dr. Ma."

"Hey, I finally waited for your call," Zheng Xuehong said happily, "Can you bring the money here?"

Song Weiyang said: "You can come here, but don't install Hong Kong merchants anymore."

"Why?" Zheng Xuehong said inexplicably.

"You were seen through by Mayor Huang." Song Weiyang said.

Zheng Xuehong said in surprise: "It's impossible! That night, I had a very happy chat with Mayor Huang. He was so dizzy that I was deceived by me. How could he know that I was fake?"

"Oh, I have good acting skills." Song Weiyang sighed.

"Damn, I'm still laughing at him as stupid. It turns out that I'm a fool," Zheng Xuehong was a little panicked. "Will something happen if I go to Rongping City again? Don't be arrested by the police."

"It's okay, just come here." Song Weiyang said.

Song Weiyang's original plan was not as simple as fake joint venture fraud tax refunds or loan fraud. What he thought was to make a real fake in the future, wear Hong Kong capital to ensure safety, and even raise funds and list the canned factory in Hong Kong City. This requires people to cooperate in acting. Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao are the executors, otherwise how could they easily give so many shares?

Now, all the plans are invalid because Song Weiyang is unwilling to be a grandson for Huang Yunsheng.

After hanging up the phone, Song Weiyang left the office and ran to find the factory office director and the technical department head, and ordered: "Director Yang, you should contact the construction team immediately to build a few new factories, build more fruit materials primary processing workshops, and expand the scale by at least three times. Chief Li, you are responsible for the full supervision, don't make it unqualified and rework halfway."

Section Chief Li said: "Do not worry, Director Xiao Song, guarantee that there will be no problems!"

Director Yang said happily: "Manager, are we going to expand production?"

Song Weiyang nodded and said, "Well, when the Qiqiao Cup can be launched, our factory's production scale will definitely not keep up."

"It is a good thing to expand production, but we have no place to build factories." Director Yang reminded.

"Isn't that a large wasteland to the east of the factory? Demolition of the walls and build a new factory outside." Song Weiyang said.

Director Yang said: "Those places are not ours."

"No matter who it is, let's talk about it after it is built," Song Weiyang suddenly smiled, "If anyone comes to cause trouble, let them find Mayor Huang."

Director Yang asked: "Mayor Huang approved it?"

Song Weiyang said: "It's Mayor Huang's meaning."

"Okay, I'll do it right away!" Director Yang left excitedly.

Song Weiyang shouted: "Call Chief Chen from the Propaganda Department by the way!"

Director Yang strides forward and shouts as he walks: "Chen Weifeng, the factory director is looking for you!"

"Here, here!" Section Chief Chen rushed over and asked, "Director Xiao Song, what task is there to hand it over to our publicity department?"

Song Weiyang said: "Take two people with insight, come with me to the provincial capital on Monday."

"Doing publicity?" Section Chief Chen asked.

"Well, shoot advertisements, invest in advertisements," Song Weiyang said, "Study hard along the way. When the factory grows, I will reorganize the publicity department into an advertising and publicity department. Lao Li, this advertising and publicity department is very important, and the minister will ask you to be the one for the time being. But the ugly saying goes ahead. If you don't do well, I will remove you from your position."

Section Chief Chen quickly patted his chest: "Don't worry, factory manager, I promise to study hard and not drag the canning factory down!"

"Okay, go and do your business." Song Weiyang waved.
Chapter completed!