Song Yuzhang

There was a lot of noise in the chamber of commerce.

The above-mentioned grain collection will be collected by the end of March. The old chairman is willing to help, but the surplus grain is not enough, and he is only willing to give out a small part. When he comes down from that position, he has to take care of his own family first in everything. There is nothing wrong with it. The old chairman, Yingming I, has two sons and a daughter, and he is not worthy of the title. He also has several grandchildren. He must think more about his family.

"Right now there is a shortage of food everywhere, and the top is opening their mouths to ask for food. Where can we get food for them?"

"In the past, these things were all shouldered by the old chairman. Chairman Song, when you were young and strong, wouldn't you put this task on us?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, Song Yuzhang was always smiling and silent, and Nie Yinbing and Meng Tingjing, who sat on the left and right sides of him, were also silent.

After the bosses who were considered respectable figures in Haizhou spit and complained, Song Yuzhang pressed his palms in the air, "Everyone be quiet."

The people off the court waited to hear what countermeasures he had, and they gradually became quiet after hearing the words.

"It's a matter of course for the superiors to ask for food. If you don't accept it, you can ask your superiors to respond, saying that we Haizhou businessmen only have ourselves in our hearts, and we have no righteousness. We want food, but there is no—" Song Yuzhang glanced at the crowd with a smile, " The petition, I have prepared it for everyone in advance."

Song Yuzhang beckoned.

Liu Chu, who had been waiting silently, put the paper in his arms on Song Yuzhang's desk.

Song Yuzhang pulled out the pen from the pocket of his suit, and pressed it on the table with a "snap," and said, "Come on, whoever is the first to sign will show everyone!"

There was silence at the long table, and while everyone was looking at each other, their faces were full of anger that could not be expressed.

However, no one dared to go up and sign the name. If the superiors were really blamed, they would search for them one by one according to the list. At most, Song Yuzhang's organization would be weak, and those who signed would really suffer.

Everyone turned their faces away, not looking at the glaring white paper on the table.

"Okay, since everyone agrees to collect grain, then, I will apportion the share of each grain collection one by one according to the actual situation."

"President Song—"

Someone raised their hand.

Song Yuzhang raised his hand, "Please speak."

"Last year, the old chairman paid for half of the food collection. This year, what do you think?"

Song Yuzhang stared straight at him, and smiled brightly, "New year and new weather, since I am a new official, I can't be too far behind, let me make a statement, I am willing to take one-tenth of this year."

With his words, the audience immediately exploded, and the noise was even louder than before. Some people directly slapped the table and stood up.

Meng Tingjing was sitting still. He didn't deliberately make things difficult for Song Yuzhang, nor did he take the initiative to help Song Yuzhang. Since Song Yuzhang was sitting in this position, he should be responsible for it. He intervened rashly. Song Yuzhang might not accept his favor. Instead, the two of them were about to quarrel again, but seeing that the people on the opposite side had stood up, kicked their chairs and came out, spitting and scolding in this direction, Meng Tingjing couldn't bear it anymore, and when he was about to slap the table, there was already There was a "boom--" sound first.

It was Nie Yinbing who slapped the table.

Nie Yinbing also stood up. He was tall and stern, and he was not to be trifled with. Compared to the pampered young boss, he was more like an unreasonable Qiu Ba. Those lower-ranking people said coldly: "Sit down."

The person pointing at Song Yuzhang couldn't help but feel a sudden heart attack. He swallowed his saliva, still pointing at Song Yuzhang, and walked and retreated, "If I don't give an explanation today, I won't leave!"

"An explanation? What explanation do you want?" Song Yuzhang said calmly, "The old chairman runs a grain bank, and I run a bank. It is true that the old chairman is willing to donate grain out of his own pocket, but who subscribed for the treasury bonds at the end of last year? Find out by yourself! Qian Fuli, if you refuse to accept it and quit the chamber of commerce, I welcome you at any time—"

Song Yuzhang raised his hand and pushed out the stack of white papers in front of him.

The white paper flew out with a "swish" on the smooth table top, and some even flew into the air, brushing past everyone's faces.

"Those who want to quit, write the application now, and I will approve it immediately," Song Yuzhang said in a deep voice, "Liu Chu, let them write here, and if they don't finish it, none of them will leave!"

"Yes."

After the new year, Liu Chu has grown taller again, and now he is a young boy of medium stature. The young boy wore a very suitable black suit, pulled out a gun from his waist, and slapped it on the table. He said with a smile: "Big bosses! , Those who want to withdraw from the chamber of commerce should do so as soon as possible."

There are often quarrels and debates in the Chamber of Commerce, but this is the first time that everyone has seen such a scene of knife and gun. They all got together in the mall. Immediately, someone rebelled: "Song Yuzhang, what are you doing? What are you doing? Force us? This is the chamber of commerce, a place where civilization and democracy are emphasized!"

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly, "Didn't I leave two options for you? If you don't accept my control, you can sign out of the chamber of commerce. If you accept my control, you can stay and listen to my arrangements. Isn't this civilized and democratic enough? So what do you think?" " Song Yuzhang stood up, and the chair moved slightly behind him, "How about I let you sit in this seat? Or..." Song Yuzhang pointed at Meng Tingjing from the corner of his eye and his arms, "Do you think Boss Meng is more suitable to sit on?" This seat?"

The person making the attack was indeed from the Meng faction, but he did not raise objections entirely because of factional disputes. At this time, seeing Song Yuzhang lead him in that direction, he was a little flustered for a while, not knowing how to respond, and looked at him hesitantly. Meng Tingjing.

When he hesitated, he hesitated and something happened.

People from the Song faction also began to slap the table and yell, since you can point it out, they can point it out too, pointing at Meng Tingjing one by one or two, asking if Meng Tingjing is deliberately instigating trouble, disregarding the righteousness of the nation for her own selfish desires.

With a big hat buttoned down, Meng Tingjing's face was neither red nor pale, and he glanced at Song Yuzhang from the corner of his eye.

A few months ago, he hadn't finished taking off that vampire capitalist's hat, and this was a brand new one for him. He made a good statement.

Meng Tingjing raised her hand.

This was the first time he expressed his position at the meeting today, and everyone calmed down and listened attentively.

"I agree with Chairman Song's words. The higher-ups want to requisition food, which is used for war. We should support it. In business, righteousness is the first word. Whether it is a small righteousness or a big one, we should stick to it," Meng Tingjing said. Turn, "It's just that, for the sake of the festival, you don't care about everyone's pursuit of righteousness, Chairman Song, this will make everyone feel cold."

Everyone nodded after hearing this, and turned their eyes and pressure to Song Yuzhang.

Hearing this, Song Yuzhang sighed slightly.

"Everyone, although I, Song, opened a bank, it doesn't mean that I can spend the money in the bank at will. If I also run a grain store, I would be willing to open a warehouse to donate grain, but it's really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. In this way, One-fifth, I, Song, will bear it all, and the rest, everyone, I will try my best to take care of everything, how about this?"

Song Yuzhang's previous attitude was so tough, but now he is willing to give in a little bit, they can't continue to be aggressive, and if the quarrel continues, it may spread, because they are fighting among themselves and disregarding the intentions of their superiors, everyone looked at Meng Tingjing hesitantly.

Meng Ting nodded unobtrusively, which was an expression of his attitude.

The food requisition meeting was preliminarily confirmed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed for a meeting.

Song Yuzhang walked out of the hall, Meng Tingjing walked beside him, "One fifth, have you thought about it?"

Song Yuzhang's footsteps were compact, "Whatever you say."

"Requisitioning food is a task that is suppressed by the superiors. You have the wind to borrow. If they make trouble again, they are afraid that they will disturb the superiors. There will be no disturbances. However, they are not convinced today. When dealing with disputes in the future, you have no prestige at all. Isn't there endless trouble?"

Song Yuzhang had already walked to the front of the car, and the driver opened the car door for him. Song Yuzhang held the car door and looked back at Meng Tingjing, "Are you pointing me?"

Meng Tingjing's complexion was slightly tense, "Do you think whatever I say is not pleasant to you?"

Song Yuzhang stared at him, and suddenly smiled, "Isn't there a capable vice chairman here? What are you afraid of." Song Yuzhang raised his chin behind Meng Tingjing, "Drink ice, get in the car."

Nie Yinbing got into the car, before he sat down, Song Yuzhang asked, "Why didn't you go with me just now?"

Nie Yinbing said, "I'll follow behind, it's safer."

Song Yuzhang said: "Are you afraid that he will hit me?"

"Ah."

The driver had already started the vehicle, Song Yuzhang looked at the light-colored robes passing by the window, and said in a low voice, "He won't."

The two were discussing in the car, and Song Yuzhang criticized Nie Yinbing for not making a move at the meeting just now, "Let them make a fuss, they are already suffocated, even if they don't make a fuss today, they will make a fuss later, so let them make a fuss It’s a pleasure, but there can be a clean end.”

"Their dissatisfaction is simply because they feel that I cannot bring them the same benefits. If I can do it, they will also accept it. The forceful suppression can only be a temporary effect, and it may be more serious when it rebounds in the future... Liu Chu !" Song Yuzhang snapped Liu Chu's name in the front row, "Who told you to draw the gun?"

Liu Chu stuck out his tongue quietly on the co-pilot, "I couldn't hold back for a while, but I won't dare next time."

He is clever and quick to admit his mistakes. Even if he made a mistake, Song Yuzhang would not punish him severely. Nie Yinbing saw a gourd with a mouth, and he would neither quibble nor admit his mistakes. Bing must have understood the power of it, but he still couldn't help but say a few more words.

He became the chairman of the chamber of commerce, a bit out of order, and began to like long speeches.

Nie Yinbing was an excellent listener. After responding, he looked at people with clear and focused eyes, and gradually cut Song Yuzhang's long speech by more than half.

Song Yuzhang was drunk and never forgot, and he and Nie Yinbing seemed to have gotten a little too close in the previous social time.

Nie Yinbing probably thought the same thing, and the two had an absolute tacit understanding only in keeping their distance.

Song Yuzhang is willing to play with everyone, but Nie Yinbing, he will never provoke him.

"When I meet Director Zhang, no matter what he says, I won't allow you to be impulsive."

"Ah."

Song Yuzhang sighed softly in his heart, and then said, "How is Bonian? How is your health?"

"Not very good."

Song Yuzhang was startled, "Why not?"

"Cough all the time."

His hanging heart slowly sank again, "Coughing is not a trivial matter, let's eat some traditional Chinese medicine soup."

"He is young, and it is not good to take too much medicine. The master gave him food tonic, which relieves cough and clears lungs."

"Oh, that's fine too."

The vehicle stopped in front of a small snow-white mansion. Song Yuzhang got out of the car, took a deep breath, and walked in.