Chapter 531 Three Things in Life
Mercedes-Benz on Jiefang West Road in the hazy night.

The car windows were open, and the early spring wind was chilly. Late at night, there were very few pedestrians on the street, with the occasional drunkard passing by. Young women in a row of red-lit hair salons on the roadside shouted cheerfully: "Only 38, the hair salon is your home."

Zhang Yunqi threw away the cigarette butt.

He stepped on the accelerator and the Mercedes-Benz accelerated again, cutting through the cold spring wind and speeding towards the Hexi East Gate Villa.

He has sent Liu Ying and her grandfather to the hospital.

The young man Lu Yuanzhou was indeed a man of appearances. He was very considerate and showed mercy outside the law, offering to privately resolve the issue of compensation for the demolition of Liu Ying's family.

In fact, for Lu Yuanzhou and Zhang Yunqi, the little money to compensate Liu Ying's family was nothing. It was a matter of a few meals and more of a tone of anger. There was no friendship between them at all. They only met once and were acquaintances, but Lu Yuanzhou had obviously found out about his situation clearly.

Objectively speaking, even if Lu Yuanzhou was hostile to Zhang Yunqi because of Li Yufei, that was perfectly normal. They were all young people, and it was human nature to fight for a pretty girl. But Lu Yuanzhou didn't do that, at least not on the surface. Not only that, he also gave both sides a way out, which showed that this young man was well-educated, had a very high emotional intelligence, and was very charismatic.

The problem is that today, as the general manager of Jinzhao Industrial, Lu Yuanzhou, without obtaining the signed agreements of more than 400 indigenous households in Xiaogudao Lane, simply ignored the lives of these poor people and joined forces with relevant companies under the Ministry of Economic and Trade to forcibly flatten Xiaogudao Lane. How cold-blooded and heartless is he?

This young man is not an easy person to deal with.

Of course, with the current result, at least Liu Ying and Mr. Liu are satisfied.

When Zhang Yunqi sent them to the city center hospital and was about to leave, the grandfather and grandson said a lot of thanks. Finally, he gave them a piece of advice: "Consider moving, it's better to move farther away."

Mercedes Benz across the Orange Island Bridge.

Zhang Yunqi was thinking about this matter which would not produce any result at the moment, and he drove and soon arrived at the gate of the villa at the east gate of the Dongfanghong Square.

When he was about to drive in, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure. Wang Xiaokai was wandering around the gate of the villa area like a wandering ghost, cigarette in mouth. The two young security guards in the sentry box stared at him with vigilance from time to time, as if they were afraid that this guy was a flower thief who would pick on those beautiful breasts in this high-end community where the richest people in the entire Lizhen City gathered.

Zhang Yunqi honked the horn.

Wang Xiaokai saw his car and ran over: "Boss Zhang, why are you back so late?"

Zhang Yunqi said, "You haven't had dinner yet, can we have some?"

Wang Xiaokai got straight into the car.

The two brothers simply bought some barbecue snacks on the street and returned to their residence.

This was Wang Xiaokai's first visit to Zhang Yunqi's residence. Looking at the beautiful garden and observation deck in the front yard, he couldn't help but sigh: "This guy is really infuriating."

Zhang Yunqi prepared some midnight snacks and opened a few bottles of Harbin Dark Beer: "How is your place?"

Wang Xiaokai took a skewer of beef and stuffed it into his mouth and said, "To be conservative, compared to your place, it's like the difference between a palace and a toilet. It's a tube-shaped building that's been there for decades and is probably older than my dad. The only advantage is that there's a toilet. I don't have to go to a public toilet in the middle of the night to pee in the cold."

Zhang Yunqi took a sip of dark beer and said, "Only when there is a gap can there be motivation for improvement. While the DVD player market is doing well, we can work hard to make more money, step by step."

Wang Xiaokai nodded, clinked glasses with Zhang Yunqi and said, "By the way, I originally wanted to go to Guangdong with Mr. Hu, but he said you would arrange a job for me."

Zhang Yunqi said, "I'm going to the capital in a while to do some work. You can come with me."

Wang Xiaokai said happily: "Run to see Chu Jian, and let me be the light bulb?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "I may not be happy even if I am happy to meet you for the first time."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaokai smiled and sighed, "That's true. You have everything now, and there are a lot of beautiful girls around you, but in this world, it is very likely that you will never find a girl who is as nice and cherishes you as Chu Jian."

"Yes." Zhang Yunqi smiled.

"Come on, let's drink." Wang Xiaokai picked up the dark beer and clinked glasses with Zhang Yunqi. However, the two brothers knew each other too well. They had said everything they needed to say during the three years of high school. Most of the time, they were speechless. Just like at this moment, the two of them looked at the sparkling Xiangjiang River in the distance, drinking together late at night and communicating with each other.

Until the second half of the night, Wang Xiaokai drank too much and dozed off on the table. Zhang Yunqi carried him into the guest bedroom on the first floor, threw him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and turned to go out. But when he reached the door, he suddenly heard Kaizi mumbling, as if he was talking in his sleep, calling Yu Qingqing's name.

Zhang Yunqi smiled and reached out to close the door.

The next day, when he got up and ran back, he found that Wang Xiaokai had left, the leftovers from last night's meal had been cleaned up, the quilt in the bedroom was neatly folded, and the window was open for ventilation. In the three years of high school, Zhang Yunqi had never seen Kaizi fold the quilt in the dormitory once. Anyway, the young man had made some progress.

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Two days after Lin Shiyu interviewed Liu Ying, the bowl-smashing incident at the Taiping Street Farmers’ Market was reported in the Xiangnan Daily as expected.

The news was in a small box at the lower left corner of page two. Although it looked inconspicuous, it was already very difficult to find, after all, it was the largest newspaper in southern Shonan.

Lin Shiyu didn't tell Zhang Yunqi about this.

When Zhang Yunqi was having breakfast, his chief secretary Yang Jin brought the newspaper over. After flipping through it, Lin Shiyu basically described the conflict between the Red Star State-owned Restaurant and Liu A Sao's private food stall. However, he gave a heads-up, and Lin Shiyu deleted all the photos he had taken on the scene that day and did not publish them in the newspaper.

This incident was reported in the Xiangnan Daily. The city of Lijin could not help but take it seriously and dealt with it quickly. Lijin TV responded to the citizens in the form of a 10-second news flash. Lu Feng repeatedly talked to the relevant comrades of the Municipal State Investment Corporation, the superior unit of the Red Star State-owned Hotel. He said: "The 'bowl smashing incident' reflects that we still have some wrong views on the individual economy. This lesson is profound!"

The final processing results came out very quickly.

Ding Maocheng, the person in charge (general manager) of the Red Star State-owned Hotel, was required to go to the home of Liu A'sao, the private business owner whose bowl was smashed, to apologize and fully compensate her medical expenses and the economic losses of her small food stall.

It seems like things ended here.

After all, it's a family scandal, and it won't look good if it gets out of hand.

However, no one expected that after the head of the Xiangnan branch of Xinhua News Agency saw this news, he thought it was very newsworthy, mainly because it fits the main theme of the current domestic economic development, so he found Lin Shiyu to talk about it. Lin Shiyu submitted the article to the headquarters without thinking, and soon after, Xinhua Headquarters published an editorial in "Economic Reference" specifically for this bowl-smashing incident, severely criticizing the behavior and phenomenon of some local state-owned enterprises discriminating against and excluding individual economies!

After this news was published, it instantly attracted national attention.

This also caused an uproar in Rijin.

In this matter, Yang Jiarong was indifferent.

To him, these were all historical problems caused by the past economic model of Lijin. After he learned a little about the situation, he found Zhang Yunqi's presence in this matter. The two had known each other for many years, and many things no longer needed to be explained.

Yang Jiarong seized this opportunity that fell from the sky.

In the following month, he took advantage of this "bowl-smashing incident" which had gradually escalated to the point of attracting great attention from the citizens of Lizhen, and made a fuss about the problems between the state-owned and individual private economies on the consumer side of residents.

On February 2, Yang Jiarong personally went to the Central Hospital to visit Aunt Liu and said on the spot that this incident had seriously hurt the hearts of the working people in Lijin and affected the development of the private economy and self-employed economy in the city. The Red Star State-owned Restaurant was closed for rectification, three employees were fired, and the corresponding criminal responsibility was investigated. If there were any masterminds behind the scenes, they would be dealt with seriously.

His statement is much more serious than Lufeng's.

Although there is pressure from the media, in a sense, Yang Jiarong has implicitly denied Lufeng's previous handling of the matter. The most critical factor here is that Lijin State Investment Corporation is currently under the actual control of Lufeng.

On February 2, at the second municipal congress, Yang Jiarong proposed that under the new situation where the city's work focus has shifted to economic construction, all departments should clarify that individual economic workers are engaged in labor permitted by law and do not exploit others, and should introduce corresponding measures to encourage and support people to find employment and start businesses! Comprehensively promote the vigorous development of the individual private economy!

On February 2, at the municipal (enlarged) meeting, Yang Jiarong criticized a few people without naming them for their lack of ideological liberation and weak commodity economy awareness. He stressed that the city's work must firmly establish the idea of ​​focusing on economic construction, must insist on using capable people, introduce market-oriented competition mechanisms, take reform as the overall situation, and take productivity as the standard! The general policy of "grasping large and letting go of small, and promoting the vigorous development of the private economy" must be fully implemented.

At the end of the meeting, Yang Jiarong asked the entire city to conduct a two-month education and study around the "productivity standards"!

From then on, taking advantage of the smashing of Liu A'sao's food stall, Yang Jiarong launched a new round of market economic reforms in Lijin, targeting the problems between the state-owned and private consumer economies, which opened a grand curtain.

As for the changes in situation and personnel during this period, they are not something outsiders can know.

During that time, Zhang Yunqi was taking classes at Hunan University.

This semester, the Department of Economics and Management of Hunan University opened a new course, "International Trade Theory and Practice", which he thought was quite important. However, three classes were taking the course together, and when he arrived, the classroom was almost full. After all, the school had just started, and it would be difficult for those who skipped classes to grab the first seat so early.

Zhang Yunqi saw that the guys from dormitory 213 were crowded in the last row of the lecture hall, chatting intently, while Zhao Yihan, who was his best friend, was sitting in the first row. This girl had a simple mind, and all she did was listen carefully in class and take good notes.

Zhao Yihan saw Zhang Yunqi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He glanced around with his big black eyes, then waved his hand and finally retracted it.

Zhang Yunqi walked over, and Zhao Yihan moved his little butt to make room for Zhang Yunqi to sit down.

Zhang Yunqi originally wanted to say a few words to her, to ask her if she had fun in Chengdu during the New Year, but he found that the little girl was sitting upright with her eyes straight ahead, pen in her hand, her big eyes staring at a brand new book, the pages of which she had only turned a few pages, as if she didn't know him at all and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Zhang Yunqi smiled, retracted his gaze, and flipped through the brand new textbook "International Trade Theory and Practice". It was all in English and contained a lot of professional terms, making it very difficult to understand.

He actually had a lot of questions about this subject, the most critical one being that capital-driven large-scale production would inevitably lead to product backlogs and overcapacity, thus causing a huge imbalance in international trade, a huge surplus, and then leading to international trade barriers.

This is one of the most core economic problems facing China after decades of reform and opening up (there is no need to take out the urinal of real estate), and it has never been solved.

Of course we keep saying that we should not erect trade barriers and that we should compete fairly because we have the advantage. The problem is that if we compete fairly, those foreign devils' lairs will become dumping grounds for our goods. How could they be happy about that?
Zhang Yunqi didn't quite understand this question, but at this time the teacher of "International Trade Theory and Practice" entered the classroom.

The teacher is an old professor who is quite old.

Ye Yimin is also a well-known figure in China's economics community.

He was wearing an old white shirt, a washed-out blue cloth Zhongshan suit, a party emblem on his chest, and walked in briskly, pulling a cart. Zhang Yunqi saw about six or seven fully packed cardboard boxes on the cart.

Ye Yimin walked to the podium with a friendly smile on his face. He said, "Today is my first class for students after the beginning of the year. I have specially prepared some New Year gifts for everyone."

After saying that, the old man opened the cardboard box.

As the students craned their necks to look at him curiously, the old man pulled out a stack of file bags. In each bag, there was a detailed course outline, a set of sample test papers, and a workbook that he had personally transcribed, copied, and packed.

The old man distributed it to each student one by one.

This was a large class with nearly a hundred people, but the classroom suddenly became quiet.

After handing out the file bags, the old man returned to the podium. He smiled and said to the students below: "I don't have any other hopes, I just hope that you can learn the knowledge in this class well. Of course, this is not forcing, it's just a hope."

The old man smiled and paused: "If you want to know why I just hope, it's because I think it's enough for a person to do three things in his life: know what is right, do it, and then don't force others to do it."

At this time, the bell for class rang.

Ye Yimin said, "Let's go to class."

The classroom was very quiet, with only the sound of turning pages.

In a trance, Zhang Yunqi suddenly felt as if he was back in the high school classroom, back in the class of his teacher Wang Mingzhen.

The sun is shining brightly, with dappled light and shadows.

A beam of light split the classroom in two. Under the beam of light, there were specks of dust. The old man with gray hair and unkempt appearance stood in the dust and spoke slowly and leisurely. Every speck of dust flew dazzlingly, passing through the light and shadow, and the lingering sound lingered: "As you carry the increasingly heavy burden of life forward, do not lose the ability to feel happiness and freedom."

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