Rebirth: Rising from the Far East

What Yucheng said just now were all instructions to strengthen Dongsen and increase his own body, but it didn't involve the Putian Timber Gang at all.

It made him very strange.

After all, if you just do this, it is impossible to overthrow the behemoth that is crawling in the northeast or attached to the entire Xia country and sucking blood.

"Hehe!" Yucheng smiled faintly: "You can think of these, which means that you have really grown up in the past few years."

"However, there is a rule in this world. If you are strong, I will be weak, and if you are weak, I will become strong. This market is so big. If we are strong, the Putian Timber Gang will naturally be weakened."

"Of course, your brother and I, there are many recruits!" Yucheng smiled and said, "I will invite someone to dinner at the Bingcheng Hotel in two days, you go with me."

(The chapter posted at [-] o'clock in the morning today was not well written, so I withdrew it and revised it.).

Chapter 46: Hongmen Banquet, Carriage Fees (asking for flowers, reviews, monthly tickets)

Zhang Ruohong rode a bicycle and came to the entrance of Bingcheng Hotel.

Looking at this luxurious hotel, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the entire ice city... No, it is the most luxurious and magnificent hotel in the entire Northeast.

However, when I came to the entrance of this hotel, I was still a little embarrassed.

He is a newspaper editor, and his monthly salary is only 200 yuan. It is rare to go to a restaurant. He has never been to this kind of restaurant.

And they run newspapers are paid by the state, it is the Qingshui Yamen.

No one came to ask for work, and all they could use was a pen.

And the only valuable thing in the entire newspaper is the advertising space on each issue of the newspaper, and you can get a page for 40 yuan.

But even that was out of his hands.

He couldn't figure out why someone would seek out a poor scholar like him for dinner.

Feeling apprehensive, Zhang Ruohong walked in step by step.

At the door, he suddenly saw an acquaintance.

"Old Li..." Zhang Ruohong subconsciously shouted.

Li Chang heard a familiar voice, turned around and saw that it was Zhang Ruohong, the old editor of Bingcheng Evening News.

Both were surprised.

Zhang Ruohong walked quickly and said, "Old Li, didn't you have been transferred to the Liaocheng Evening News as the deputy editor-in-chief? Why are you planning to transfer back?"

"Wow!" Li Chang said with a chuckle: "Didn't someone find me on the basis of a relationship, and invited me from Liaocheng to Bingcheng, and I couldn't refuse, so I just came here."

"That's not right, Lao Zhang, how come you have the money to come to the restaurant when you usually have clear soup and little water?" Li Chang reacted and said in surprise, "No, you too..."

Zhang Ruohong rubbed his nose and smiled wryly: "You guessed right, I was also invited here. And it looks like the same person invited us."

Li Chang was startled: "It's a big shot!"

Zhang Ruohong shook his head and smiled, "It doesn't matter who he is, we poor people don't have much power, so we just treat it as a free meal."

The two reported the number of the box to the doorman, and it was indeed the same room. After laughing, they walked in.

Push open the door and walk into the box.

A laugh was heard in the face: "Let me tell you, there will definitely be Lao Zhang and Lao Li. They are the two best pens in Northeast China!"

Zhang Ruohong and Li Chang heard the voice and looked up in surprise.

Be nice!

There are already eight or nine people sitting in this box, and each of them is an acquaintance.

All are editors or reporters from well-known newspapers in Northeast China.

Did this enter the nest of the Northeast Newspaper?

After Zhang Ruohong came in, he spread his arms and smiled wryly, "Brothers, who knows why you asked us here?"

One of the oldest editors in the box said with a smile: "Old Zhang, look at us, you don't know. I said that apart from a pen in our hand, what else can make others think about it."

"So it's writing an article?" Li Chang smiled: "I don't know which entrepreneur or so-and-so wants us to brag about it, but let eight or nine of our newspapers go to battle together. This skill is amazing!"

As he spoke, he stretched out a thumb and exclaimed.

"The touted article is not."

During the discussion among the people, the door of the box was pushed open again, and the voice was heard before anyone entered.

Everyone looked towards the door, and Zhang Ruohong and Li Chang also immediately turned their heads to look.

I saw a young man in his early 20s walking in slowly in a neat suit.

Behind the young man was a younger man.

Second generation?

A term popped up in everyone's mind.

"The purpose of inviting everyone here is not to let you write articles that brag about me. I just want to ask you to speak up for us in Northeast China."

As soon as Yucheng came in, he took the lead directly.

After finishing speaking, Yucheng asked everyone to sit down, and began to let the waiter serve the food.

Talking about business and cooperation at the wine table has been an old tradition in the Xia Kingdom since ancient times.

In order to invite these people over, Yucheng worked hard.

"Everyone, look at this first."

As he spoke, Yucheng took out eleven documents, and everyone passed them on one by one.

Zhang Ruohong and Li Chang looked at each other, confused, but they also knew that the other party was not an ordinary person.

The two of them opened the folder at the same time and took out the files from it.

A stack of photos fell down.

Zhang Ruohong was a little surprised when he saw Chapter 1, and the more he turned back, the more shocked his face became, and his hand speed became faster and faster.

He stared wide-eyed, looked at Yu Cheng, and asked, "Are these photos real?"

I saw the photos on the table, each of which was a scene of the destruction of a bare forest.

Yucheng didn't explain, and said lightly: "Everyone should know better than me whether the above things are true."

After all, there is no PS technology in this era, and photos cannot be faked.

"Everyone, there are a few reports beside me, please take a look again."

Zhang Ruohong suppressed the shock in his heart, picked up the remaining paper and read it.

With a rustling sound, a dozen other editors also picked up the remaining reports and read them.

Then almost at the same time, there was a sound of sucking air.

There are only two listings on the report above.

One is the data of the total area of ​​Northeast forest farms in 1980, compared with the data of the total area of ​​Northeast forest farms in 1990.

In addition, there are data on deforestation in Neimeng, Daanling and Xiaoanling in recent years.

What's even more exaggerated is that the table also draws a conclusion at the end, saying that after 20 years, at this rate, there will be no green leaves in the entire Northeast.

What kind of barren land will their descendants live in.

In addition, Yucheng also added a lot of private goods.

The Northeast, which will decline 20 years later, was introduced in the form of a prophecy in advance, using the forest and the entire timber market as an introduction.

The last two paragraphs:

Green water and green mountains are no longer there, is hometown still hometown?

There is no vegetation, no industry, and no future in the Northeast. Can the people of the Northeast be retained?

Two questions, like a blow to the soul.

Faced with such a thought-provoking question, everyone present was shocked.

It turns out that the situation in our Northeast has deteriorated to this extent?

Zhang Ruohong raised his head dumbly, and looked at Yucheng:

"Is that why you asked us to come?"

Yucheng nodded: "I still have some documents here, everyone can pass them on to each other."

Everyone immediately took it and looked at it one by one.

The first one is the past and present life of the Putian Gang, and then the Putian Gang's current timber industry chain in the Northeast, revealing a huge monopoly organization.

It explained in detail how Putian purchased timber at a low price, and how it tricked the forest farm into making an agreement at a high price. After driving away all competitors, it then tore up the "contract" and took the opportunity to buy at a low price.

All kinds of information in it are all information obtained by Yucheng at a high price these days.

Absolutely true.

When Yucheng saw this, he was shocked by the means of these Putian people.

I feel that many business tricks in later generations come from here!

"Everyone is a conscientious newspaper and media." Yucheng said sincerely: "I think we, as media people, have an obligation and responsibility to expose these things to the people in Northeast China."

Zhang Ruohong was already furious in his heart, and he could tell that the above information was all true.

And what those Putian people are doing is completely sucking the blood of the Northeast people, plundering the resources of the Northeast people, and cutting off the future of the Northeast!

"Don't worry, Mr. Yu, I will write a report when I get back and expose the moths hiding in our Northeast to the public."

Zhang Ruohong is impassioned, but it does not mean that other people are also the embodiment of justice!

Expose the Potian Gang, talk about the decline of the Northeast, and the destruction of forests. Isn't this against the policy?

The water is very deep here.

Seeing this, Yucheng didn't take it seriously: he smiled and said, "In order to thank you all for coming from afar, I have prepared a sum of transportation expenses for you, please don't refuse."

As soon as these words came out, the embarrassing faces of the people present disappeared instantly.

"You're being polite, Mr. Yu is being polite, it's all about speaking out for your hometown."

"Oh, Mr. Yu, there are not many young people who are as responsible and responsible as you are!"

"I think that the title of my next report is very suitable for the 'clear water and green mountains no longer, hometown can still be called hometown' in the document."

"That's right, I'm also thinking about writing an article 'Northeasters have no future' and posting it on our newspaper."

"Putian Timber Gang is a moth entrenched in the Northeast, I think it is very suitable as the front page headline of our evening paper!"

Listening to all kinds of arguments in his ears, Yu Cheng kept silent with a faint smile.

He knew that there would be a media war in the Northeast and even in the whole country!

And in this era, in Xia Kingdom, no one knows the power of fishing boats better than him! .

Chapter 47: The Great Defeat in the Northeast, the Art of Sustaining Life (asking for a monthly ticket, asking for flowers, asking for evaluation)

"Clap clap clap!"

After the editors and reporters of the newspaper office left, a person walked in from behind the box, clapping his hands.

"Is this what you call a fishing boat battle?"

Zhang Baiqing's face was dignified: "But are all your materials true? Is the Northeast really going to decline as you said?"

Yudong also looked at Yucheng. He could understand things like forests and timber, but he was puzzled at how it was said that the Northeast would definitely decline in the future.

After all, the Northeast is now the country's heavy industry base. The country's largest oil field is here, the country's largest steelmaking plant is here, and the aircraft manufacturing plant is also at the top level in the country.

Mineral resources, forestry resources, and tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land after the Northeast Development.

How can such a Northeast decline in the future?

But this is the truth.

Yucheng said solemnly: "These information are absolutely true, and what I just said is not exaggerated at all."

"Now the country's focus is on economic development, and the top priority of development is attracting investment."

"And what can attract foreign investment?"

Yucheng said word by word: "Policies, ports, population, labor force!