The years of red flags

Jiang Hua's hard work is that he wants to write a proposal on real estate, completely destroying the scythes of those profiteers who specialize in harvesting ordinary people, at least so that ordinary people can't invest their life savings in houses.

Real estate can be a big hand in driving the country's GDP, but this chain must not be allowed to be tainted with the hard-earned money of the people.

As soon as the proposal was started, the family members came back one after another. Lan Jieying took the children to rehearse the drama together. The euphemistic name was to let the children receive the influence of art.

In this regard, Jiang Hua is also happy to see the results. Many of the big courtyard children who grew up with him, or who were younger than him, later engaged in industries related to film art.

Lan Jieying asked in surprise: "You haven't been in Xiangjiang for long, and you came back so soon?"

Jiang Hua took the little girl Jiang Qiuyun in his hand, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's just to go back and arrange the work for the next stage. It won't take long, and Mr. Huo and the others came back with me, but they went Magic City."

Zhong Shanyue asked curiously: "What kind of work are you going to Xiangjiang this time?"

"International crude oil futures." Jiang Hua said casually: "Didn't Sa Damu make a move? The international crude oil price must be rising all the way. Such a good opportunity must be taken to make a fortune. This is money from the pocket of the ugly countryman."

Zhong Shanyue didn't seem to have a good impression of Sa Damu. He said with disdain: "This person's command methods are too rough. 10 people bully 2 people. They bully the more and the less without thinking about the consequences."

"What are the consequences?"

Zhong Shanyue shook his head: "He is causing trouble in the Middle East, how can the ugly country guy let him go easily, just wait, the ugly country guy aircraft carrier will definitely sail to the Persian Gulf, and beat him up."

"Sure enough, heroes think alike, dad." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I think so too. I think the ugly country guy will definitely send troops, and the beating he will make will be clear and loud."

"The methods of the ugly countrymen are nothing to look at. They are nothing more than bombing planes and tanks rushing forward after the artillery bombardment. There is nothing new." Zhong Shanyue waved his hand: "It's just bullying and bullying small countries."

The matter hasn't happened yet, Jiang Hua can't reveal the secret. I hope that by then, the fighting methods of the Ugly Army won't scare Zhong Shanyue. Although it still has full firepower, the precision strike and three-dimensional combat are really different.

The family enjoyed a sumptuous reunion dinner, and the children slept with their grandparents tonight. As for Jiang Hua and Lan Jieying, they naturally had to do something shy.

The next day, Jiang Hua came to the research institute and wrote the opinion letter on his desk. Zheng Tong opened the door silently and stood behind him and watched for a long time.

"It turns out that there are so many twists and turns in foreign real estate."

Jiang Hua was taken aback by Zheng Tong's sudden opening, and said angrily, "Are you a cat? Why is there no movement when you walk?"

"It's because you are too involved." Zheng Tong picked up the manuscript he had written before and flipped through it, criticizing while reading: "These capitalists are so dark-hearted. This is not making money, this is simply stealing money."

"I have already said that kindness does not lead soldiers, and righteousness does not control wealth. If you want to make a lot of money, you must be evil and ruthless."

"You have a lot of money, are you ruthless?"

"How do you know that I'm not ruthless?" Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Every time I make a financial investment, I'm harvesting other people's hard-earned money. Many people may go bankrupt or even jump off a building because of me."

"That doesn't count." Zheng Tong said cheerfully: "If you do the right thing, then it belongs to the unjust party, and their death is a matter of course."

"You really don't help relatives."

"That's necessary. You are my boss. You paid me so much salary. I must protect your reputation."

Jiang Hua nodded: "For your attitude, I can't give you a salary increase."

Zheng Tong waved his hand: "Whether the salary will be increased or not is another matter. Tell me, why do you talk about this thing?"

"Isn't Shanghai now developing Pudong? One of them is the commercialization of land."

Zheng Tong thought for a while and asked, "Does that mean that land in Beijing will also be commercialized in the future?"

"Everywhere should be fine except places worth protecting."

Zheng Tong pinched his fingers and said, "According to what you mean, shouldn't I buy more houses?"

"Why did you suddenly think of such a question?"

Zheng Tong said honestly: "I don't have to think too much about my son. Who knows whether this kid will be successful or not when he grows up. In case he is not successful, he has a house on hand that can be used to collect rent. Make sure he lives a comfortable life."

"I said, how do I remember that you told me that the best legacy for your descendants is knowledge."

"Yes, you ask me now, and I say the same thing, but saying one thing and doing another."

"What's so special about you is that the double standards are vividly reflected." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "But I can't say that you are wrong. Everyone has the feeling of licking the calf."

"That's right! You can also buy more houses for your family's autumn charm."

Jiang Hua shook his head: "Do you know how much the gifts my buddies gave Qiu Yun are worth in the utility room of our house?"

"One hundred thousand? One million?"

"So far, it's worth at least half a billion yuan, and this doesn't include some things that can't advance our miscellaneous room."

Zheng Tong asked curiously: "What gifts can't be piled into your sundry room?"

"The shops and office floors located in the bustling commercial area of ​​Xiangjiang, and some in the safe in my room contain the shares of some fashion companies, such as the donkey brand. Although there are not many, less than one percent, it is not worth it. Little money."

"Cooperating with your family, Jiang Qiuyun, who is still breastfeeding, is worth more than me."

"Are you envious, or jealous?"

Zheng Tong gritted his teeth and said, "I'm both envious and jealous. When I was her age, I didn't even take a few sips of milk powder. Your family still drinks imported ones. This is time and fate."

"Then you might as well envy your son for being more realistic." Jiang Hua joked, "After all, the gap between you father and son is not that big."

"Go away, I've already given you a blow, and you still make fun of me like this. You must give me a salary increase."

"No problem, I've had this idea for a long time." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Your salary will be increased by [-]%, and the salaries of all scientific researchers in the institute will also be increased by [-]%."

"Oh, co-authorship is not just mine. Do the scientific researchers take advantage of me? Or do I take advantage of these scientific researchers?"

(End of this chapter)