The years of red flags

Chapter 464 Brother
"Jiang He once said that you were the one who instructed him to contract this sock factory." Qiu Yingjie said with a smile, "You are more courageous than me. I just encouraged him to start a small business, but you let him own a A foundation, so you see the long term than me."

"You and I look at things from different angles. From your point of view, an active market requires a small commodity economy. It is the right choice to do a small business, but I am in business. I hope that the bigger the business, the better. .”

Qiu Yingjie nodded: "Indeed, the way of dealing with things is also different from the perspective of looking at the problem."

Chen Jianghe said with a smile: "Okay, it's getting late, let's eat first, and chat while eating."

The four of them sat down to eat, and Qiu Yingjie couldn't wait to ask Jiang Hua for advice. What he cared most about was what kind of development route Yiwu should take now.

"Yiwu is different from other places. There is very little land here, and it is not enough to rely solely on agriculture, so it is necessary to develop commerce. The ancestors of Yiwu people have also proved this point."

Qiu Yingjie nodded: "You and I think the same, but I think, instead of letting them do small business in such a loose way, I hope to find a way to twist them into one rope and concentrate their efforts on development, so as to have an advantage .”

"Let's build a small commodity wholesale market." Jiang Hua said: "Yiwu can rely on the advantages of the relatively developed light industry in the Yangtze River Delta to become a distribution center for light industrial commodities."

Qiu Yingjie's eyes lit up: "Then we can rely on the small commodity market to drive the development of the surrounding industries, so that we can rely on each other. This idea is really great."

Chen Jianghe greeted: "Brother Qiu, come and drink."

"No drinking." Qiu Yingjie waved his hands again and again: "I have to go to the city to do business in the afternoon, so I can't drink."

Qiu Yingjie still had time to eat, he finally met someone he could talk to, so why not hurry up and exchange some opinions.

Qiu Yingjie didn't know the taste of this meal. He didn't taste any taste of the dishes carefully prepared by the master chef, and all his attention was on communicating with Jiang Hua.

With the infinite knowledge of future generations, coupled with the current experience and knowledge, Jiang Hua gave him a nearly perfect answer, making Qiu Yingjie pat his thigh and say that this trip was worthwhile. In the end, he must leave Jiang Hua's address and phone number, To facilitate their future correspondence.

Jiang Hua left him two addresses, one of which was the address of the capital city. Seeing that the address said a certain compound, Qiu Yingjie felt dizzy in his eyes, and accidentally made a friend of a predator.

After eating, regardless of Chen Jianghe's persuasion, Jiang Hua insisted on leaving, but Chen Jianghe kept persuading him to wait another hour.

An hour later, five jars of yellow rice wine packed in fifty catties appeared in front of Jianghua, and Chen Jianghe had someone pile the rice wine into Jianghua's trunk.

"Brother, these rice wines have been stored for 50 years, nearly 60 years, thank you for helping me persuade Uncle Jinshui."

Jiang Hua said indifferently: "This is a trivial matter. Is there any rice wine like this? Help me collect some. These are all good things. I want to save some more and make a century-old rice wine."

Jiang Hua felt like he was sick, this damn collector, he doesn't like drinking, but he likes to collect these things, just like he still has a lot of Moutai, Fenjiu and red wine that he has stored for decades, looking at these things There is a very happy sense of satisfaction.

Sitting in the car, you can smell the unique mellow aroma of rice wine. Even though the mouth of the jar has been sealed tightly with glue, this smell can still come out through the jar, which is really attractive.

The car drove to a place that Chenjiahe couldn't see, Jiang Hua quickly put the wine into his own space, wouldn't it be a pity if the 50-year-old rice wine was broken on the road?
After a bumpy drive back to Suzhou and Hangzhou, he rested for one night, had a meal with Ning Wei and Xu Xiangyun, and encouraged them to work hard. Jiang Hua was very relieved about their duo.

The next day, Ning Wei sent him to Shanghai, and Jiang Hua took a plane from Shanghai to the capital. After a year, I, Hu Hansan, came back again.

There are already many taxis in the capital, and one is readily available.

After getting in the car and arriving at the destination, the driver brother started chatting with Jiang Hua.

"My dear, when you go to the ministry compound, are you looking for someone to do something or where does your family live?"

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "What's the matter? My accent is not authentic enough, so I look like a foreigner?"

"Okay, I see. The children who came out of the ministries and commissions compound, I think you children were indispensable for the fights on the street."

Jiang Hua looked at the age of the driver, he might be a little older than himself.

"What's the matter, you're missing? You're a good boy, you don't get into street fights or flirt with your wife."

The driver said cheerfully: "How is that possible? If I were a good boy, would I still be driving a taxi here? Back then, I was the master who played three games a day, but I was a stubborn master. I came out of the compound with you ministries and commissions." Veterans, we can’t play together.”

"What era is this? He's still a veteran and a stubborn boss. He's been swept into the dust of history. Now it's mainly about making money. Whoever has money is the master."

The driver honked the horn twice: "That's right. Those who have money these days are uncles, and those who have no money are grandsons. Did you fly back from abroad?"

"Fly back from the magic capital."

"Yes, you are really rich. You are rich. You don't take the train or plane from Shanghai to the capital. How much money do you have? It's too hot."

"Save time, time is money."

The driver nodded: "That's right, it smells like a capitalist. The time of the poor is just time. It's not tied to banknotes. It's for chatting."

"You still have time to talk about the mountains, which means you are still rich." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "The wages of your taxi drivers are much higher than those of ordinary people in Beijing."

"That's right, when these four wheels turn, don't the money come?" The driver glanced at Jiang Hua in the rearview mirror and asked, "Look at your suit and leather shoes, you are not cheap, a big boss in business ah."

"There are two bad money."

"Hey." The driver said happily: "You are different from those rich people I have pulled before. Those people have two bad money and are powerful. You are a nice person. It is us who are angry with me. Man in Beijing."

"What do you mean, am I not a man or a woman?"

When the two men from the capital got together, there was no end to talking about the mountain. Along the way, the driver, Jiang Hua, talked about gossip and major events in various corners of the capital, which refreshed him after the journey.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward
　　I don’t like drinking, but in a confined space, a few jars of rice wine are piled up, and the smell is particularly pleasant. When I was working in logistics, the driver brought us rice wine from Zhuji and piled it in the office. The smell is very pleasant.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)