Siheyuan: Since 51

The room suddenly fell silent.

About a minute later, Kenong raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded continuously.

"That makes sense. Funding is a big problem. Production, storage, maintenance, which one doesn't take time, effort and materials? It is necessary to maintain a constant and reasonable quantity."

The brigade commander could understand it, but he was not very happy about it.

As the head of the security department, safety is my top priority and spending money is not a consideration.

After pondering for a long time, he sighed helplessly.

"How about this, let's discuss it together in the meeting later. Of course, we also have to report it to the old man and the gentleman."

……

Next, we clinked glasses and started chatting.

The drinking party ended at around ten o'clock.

The brigade commander put his hands behind his back and went home via the Moon Gate, muttering to himself.

"Okay, next time we have a fight, if anyone dares to say that I'm sick, I'll definitely hit him back hard. I'm sick, and I'm seriously ill."

Mrs. Chen had just finished using the toilet and when she ran into him, she couldn't help but frown.

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

The brigade commander looked up and immediately smiled heartily.

"Haha, yes, I am sick. I have a serious firepower phobia."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen showed disgust on her face and walked forward slowly, raising her hand to support the brigade commander.

"You've been doing nothing all day, and you've drunk too much again?"

"cant."

……

Three days later, the Security Department held an enlarged meeting.

The brigade commander took the lead, and Lin Zhiyuan spoke eloquently and methodically expounded the proposal, which was eventually passed.

Immediately afterwards, we reported it to the old man and the gentleman, got their approval, and started implementing it.

Gradually replace old fireworks, package them through Haojiang, and send cigars directly.

Of course, these will take at least a month to prepare.

8 month 15 number.

Lin Zhiyuan finished reading the newspaper and internal reference, smoked a cigarette, and listened to Bai Sha's work report.

"Brother Lin, John Ke arrived in the capital three days ago. He has meetings with Solovikov and Lucian every day. The three parties send telegrams frequently. I don't know what they are plotting. Will it affect the plan?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and shook his head.

"No, John Ke knows that he has been under surveillance since he entered our house. The so-called conspiracy is nothing more than the three families bickering."

Baisha smoothed the hair beside her ear and continued her report.

"Yuanda asked if we need to form an economic team to go north to assist in development?"

"Wow, they actually still have energy left? Just having this intention is enough."

Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs, tapped his knees with his fingertips, and emphasized with a smile.

"Yuanda's main mission is to expand into Southeast Asia. As for home, we need to take it slow, one step at a time, and not rush for success."

As he spoke, he remembered something and asked again.

"What about the Chiyan Society? What's the situation with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu?"

"I have some opinions on this matter, and I was planning to report it at the end."

Bai Sha said this and flipped through the notebook a few times.

"They have brought 500 people to Yinni. They are ready to resume their old business. According to the instructions, they will recruit people and cause trouble in various places. However..."

Seeing that Bai Sha was about to speak but hesitated, Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows to indicate.

"Just say anything."

Baisha looked conflicted and a little worried.

"Many Yinni gangs, especially those centered around Rabbit, are facing elimination. Even if they can cause more trouble, there will be a lot of trouble later. What if..."

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette, thought for a long time, and asked with a smile.

"I don't think you would speak without a purpose. Tell me, what suggestions do you have?"

"Send people with high consciousness to Yinni to set up a new organization and launch a movement. We need to change our clothes, send some fireworks, and since we are going to make a fuss, let's make it bigger."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and secretly complained.

Wow, Xiao Hu is awesome.

This girl has been trained to have a big vision, is ruthless, and has a lot of self-confidence.

He took a puff of cigarette, pondered for a long time, and sighed deeply.

"It's okay to make a small fuss, but a big fuss may not be a good thing. If it attracts the attention of Da Piaoliang and she interferes, and the local government is pro-hawk, they will work together to wipe out the gang. Isn't that a help?"

"Brother Lin, so what if this is the case? We are in the ink pad anyway. If Daxiu ends up like this, so will we. At worst, we will end up like South Vietnam, which is better than now."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned and fell into deep thought again.

It makes sense.

Someone is organizing an organization, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu are leading people to fight guerrilla warfare. Why does it feel so familiar?

What the hell!

Isn’t this the story of how the Rabbits rose to power with the support of the Russian Bear?

If we really do this, the ink pad will be in chaos for decades to come!

If successful, the so-called island chain of Great Beauty will collapse on its own.

Even if it fails, it will delay development for decades and will no longer pose a threat in the future.

……

Thinking of this, he slapped his thigh and simply agreed.

"Okay, we'll do as you say. However, there are too few seeds. Let Hong Kong Island send some more people to make it a whole, so we can start with a thousand people. As for Hong Kong Island, we'll provide more."

Baisha's lips curled up slightly, and her face showed joy.

"Understood. I will organize it into a document and submit it to Mr.'s office after you review it and find no problem with it."

A smile inadvertently flashed across Lin Zhiyuan's brows.

"To set up an organization in Yinni, one must be fearless, passionate, and determined. I really have a good candidate."

Without waiting for Bai Sha to ask, he gave the order directly.

"Well, go contact Shanghai. They have a comrade named Wang Xiong there. He graduated from Beijing University and studied abroad. He was assigned there in 59. Ask him to come to Beijing."

Baisha quickly took notes and continued reporting.

"I handed over the work to Director Pan before, and there have been progress on two of the remaining issues."

After a pause, he looked up and smiled, "The Lantern is broadcasting TV signals. News has come that the technology has been broken through. The Lantern is expected to be launched next summer."

Lin Zhiyuan was immediately delighted, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Well, the popularity of television has been further improved. One year is not a long time."

After saying this, he paused and then made the arrangements with a smile.

"Remember that the Tianjin 712 Factory had already started producing 17-inch TV sets last year. With this as a standard, existing factories should quickly upgrade their production equipment, and all provinces should also build new factories. Next winter, with subsidies from our Special Economic Bureau, a storm of TV sets will be set off in every household."

Baisha didn't rush to record it, but frowned and reminded.

"Brother Lin, televisions are expensive, but they have always been in short supply. If subsidies are used to promote production expansion, it will take a few years to meet the demand. A large number of factories will have no sales and face bankruptcy."

"To meet domestic demand and external demand, the market is bigger than you think."

Lin Zhiyuan smacked his lips, made a slow sound, and then shook his head.

"Of course, there are definitely some factories that are not ambitious and just rely on their old capital. It is inevitable that they will be eliminated or acquired by other factories and become subsidiary factories.

Any industry can be given appropriate support and a push forward through macro-control, but we cannot intervene too much, which would be detrimental to their independent progress.

Take televisions as an example. After black and white, there are color ones. After 17 inches, there are 19 inches, and even or inches. The appearance can be optimized, the quality can be improved, and the market competition depends on them. "

After explaining patiently, he asked with a smile.

"Didn't we say two things? What about the other one?"