Chapter 210 You Are My Light

"It is in line with the spirit of the 14th CPC National Congress that state-owned assets will no longer hold controlling stakes and property rights will be transferred to private enterprises. I think the property rights reform plan of Longjingyuan Cannery can be regarded as a small pilot project. Since no one has done this before, we can be the first to try it. If we make a mistake, we can change our ways. The impact on a small scale will not be great. If we get it right, we will have found a new path for property rights reform. District Chief Huo, so many employees are still counting on us to make a living. We cannot stand still in the reform of state-owned enterprises and be afraid of this and that. Now the call for promoting the reform of state-owned enterprises is unprecedentedly high across the country. We must respond to the call and boldly try, boldly break through, and boldly take risks!"

These words were spoken by Huo Jianzhong when he came to report to Yang Jiarong the day before he met Zhang Yunqi.

Yes, as early as a day ago, Yang Jiarong had decided to transfer the ownership of the Longjingyuan Cannery to the young Lianzhong boss free of charge. It was definitely not the decision he made after meeting Zhang Yunqi today and being moved by his confident words.

Ji Zhong described Yang Jiarong's character as bold and daring.

Not quite right.

At least not in this matter.

Because Yang Jiarong not only dared to do so, but he had to do so.

In the past, he served as the chief of the Urban Economy Section of the Lizhen City Research Office. He knew the pros and cons of the state-owned enterprise reform better than anyone else. Not to mention the big problems such as the triangular debts and bank bad debt rates of state-owned enterprises in Jiangchuan City, which made his spine shudder just thinking about them, let's just talk about the most practical and fundamental thing at the moment, which may be difficult for outsiders to imagine, but since he came to Jiangchuan City to take office, he has been entangled in the salary issue of cadres and employees every day!

After receiving his salary this month, he has to immediately arrange next month's expenses.

Who will give this money?
Enterprise gives!
But the problem is that the companies are losing money and can't survive, and they still need the city to take money to subsidize them. What can they give?

To put it bluntly, Jiangchuan City's fiscal revenue and expenditure are simply not balanced, the salaries of cadres and employees cannot be paid on time, and they don't work properly all day long but just talk about how he is the mayor.

It's a hard time for him!

Based on this basic point, he directly handed over the ownership of the Longjingyuan Cannery to Zhang Yunqi without any hesitation.

As for this conversation, Zhang Yunqi gave him a good impression. He had ideas, thoughts, and strategies. Next, it depends on whether he has the ability to fulfill the promises he made.

Zhang Yunqi naturally didn't know what Yang Jiarong was thinking, but he knew that neither Yang Jiarong nor Huo Jianzhong would have any good choices, so he asked Wang Guibing to register a company and decorate the office early on.

After the meeting, he called Wang Guibing and asked him to negotiate with Huo Jianzhong the details of the transfer plan of Longjingyuan Cannery and the time for the formal signing of the contract, and he went directly to school to attend classes.

Yang Jiarong, whom I met at noon, did not ask for leave. Although the head teacher, Lao Wang, was wise and considerate and treated his students like sheep, he rarely skipped classes.

When Zhang Yunqi rushed to the classroom, history class was in session.

The history teacher was an old man named Gao Yusen. Half of his head was bald, and the other half was covered with gray hair. When the wind blew, his hair fluttered like a rare sage. However, his temper was just like that of a sage. He always walked with his nose up in the air, and he was not very serious about his work. Zhang Yunqi remembered hearing Wang Xiaokai say that apart from teaching, this old man would hold Chen Yinke's "Yuan Bai Shi Jian Zheng Gao" all day long, studying whether the first blood of Yang Guifei was taken by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's son Prince Shou, or by Emperor Xuanzong, the old pervert.

While Lao Gao was writing on the blackboard, Zhang Yunqi quietly slipped in through the back door of the classroom. His seat was in the last row, so it was much easier to do this than when Emperor Xuanzong of Tang stole his daughter-in-law. But he could hide from Lao Gao, but not from his classmates. Many of them heard the noise and looked at him, which made him feel weird. Damn it! I didn't steal someone's daughter-in-law in broad daylight.

School days are always so happy.

Even though the weather was getting colder, students could always find youthful fun in trivial things. During breaks, the boys would always gather in groups of three or five at the back of the classroom, stomping their feet and fighting. The atmosphere was very intense. Zhang Yunqi remembered the fire that happened at this time last year. Probably no little fool would dare to make a small stove this year.

The girls are much more boring.

Several small groups gathered in groups and chattered, making the classroom seem like a bunch of larks. And girls like Yu Qingqing and Xiao Xuemei, who were very popular in the class, always gathered near Zhang Yunqi's desk under the pretext of chatting with Wang Xiaokai, gossiping about some stupid things, such as the day when Wang Xiaokai and Tian Zhuangzhuang got drunk and vomited and had diarrhea on the street on Li Yufei's birthday.

Usually Li Yufei would be there at this time, but unlike Yu Qingqing and Xiao Xuemei who had been making fun of Zhang Yunqi for no apparent reason recently, she didn't talk to Zhang Yunqi most of the time. She would only occasionally tease Zhang Yunqi with a smile when someone else was talking. Her cute and lovely appearance often stunned the boys around her.

Sometimes Zhang Yunqi would be stunned.

She's a beautiful woman, who the hell doesn't like to look at her?

Of course, Zhang Yunqi didn't like chatting with girls that much. If it was his English teacher Luo Lin, it would be fine as they could discuss some nutritious things in depth. But he really had no interest in those trivial topics like those that Yu Qingqing and Xiao Xuemei talked about. However, he didn't find them particularly noisy either. He had a strong ability to resist interference and could just concentrate on studying. Now there was only more than a month left before the final exam, so he had to raise his grades a lot this time.

He is now ranked second in Class 156, and his ranking in the entire grade is also stable in the top 50. He is already very satisfied with this result. It is a piece of cake to get into a key undergraduate program anyway. It is too difficult to go further, and he has no intention of doing so, because the pressure on him is Chu Jian, who is first in the class and also first in the school in last month's midterm exam.

This little girl is really hardworking in her studies, even more so than her previous life. Zhang Yunqi has already realized that as long as he is in the same class with Chu Jian, he will be treated as the second best for the rest of his life.

However, no matter what, he hoped to do better in the final exam this semester. The reason was nothing fancy, it was just that his father would be released from prison before the Spring Festival. Although he couldn't get full marks in every subject like Chunlan asked, he knew that a sufficiently good transcript would make his father happy for a long time.

My father is an ordinary farmer who has not received much education. Apart from digging in the soil, he works as a laborer on a construction site in the county town. He only rests for two days in the whole year, on New Year's Eve and the first day of the first lunar month. Naturally, he does not understand many big principles, but he attaches great importance to his children's study.

Zhang Yunqi still remembered that in his previous life, every time he finished an exam and brought home a test paper with double 100 points, his father would put on his reading glasses, which he never used normally, and study each question one by one. He couldn't understand most of the questions, so he counted the red ticks in them and checked whether the handwriting was neat and clean. When the handwriting was too sloppy, he would scold himself. But most of the time, the expression on his dry, dark and thin face seemed to be shining.

Zhang Yunqi kept reviewing until school was over and then went home.

The fish noodle shop at home was doing pretty well, but the waiters recruited from Yunxi Village and Chujian's mother Jiang Feng were enough to entertain the customers who came to eat noodles. My mother had nothing to do, so she sat by the stove and looked at the calendar.

Zhang Yunqi has seen his mother flipping through the calendar several times. She seemed a little uneasy recently, so he walked over and sat opposite her and asked her if there was anything wrong.

She sighed and said, "Winter Solstice is coming soon. Your dad always asked me to make buckwheat dumplings on Winter Solstice. We couldn't afford fat meat, so we just used cabbage and leeks. He said Winter Solstice is as important as New Year, and eating dumplings is a time for family reunion. You see, your dad won't be here for another two months, so we won't be able to make it this year."

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