Hello, 1983

A year later, Liu Qingshan came to the border town of Heihe again.

After leaving the airport, Hou San and Ding Shan came to pick them up.

It turned out that next to Liu Qingshan, there was a high-spirited middle-aged man with a big back and shiny hair. He didn't wear a hat in winter, probably because he was afraid of affecting his hairstyle.

Ding Shan and the others seemed a little familiar, and thought they should have seen it before.

Hou San has a good memory: Isn't this the one President Mu, the one who wants to open a hole in the Himalayas.

So he happily stepped forward to say hello: Mr. Mu, welcome and welcome.

Comrade Lao Mou is now at the peak of his life, so his aura is very strong.

He stretched out his hand and shook Hou San: Manager Hou, just happened to meet Mr. Liu and came on the same plane to disturb you.

Lao Mou is full of style, but Hou San is thin and dry, like a leader meeting the people.

From Liu Qingshan, Hou San knew what the old comrade Mou was doing, so he didn't care, he said, Mr. Mou's border trade business is booming, welcome corrections.

Lao Mu nodded: Let's learn from each other, learn from each other.

It's very cold, get in the car first, and let's catch up when we get back to the company.

Liu Qingshan couldn't do anything either. He happened to meet on the plane. After all, he had a relationship. Heihe was also his home court, so he had to entertain him no matter what.

So everyone got into a few cars and drove into the city together.

During the Spring Festival, border trade was suspended for more than half a month. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, everything was business as usual. After all, there was no New Year in Maozi.

Therefore, there are people coming and going on the street, a bustling scene.

From time to time, you can also see Mao girls crossing the border. In winter, she also wears woolen skirts, which is a beautiful scene on the street.

The development here is also good, but it is still inferior to that in Manzhouli. After all, there is no railway, and it suffers from transportation losses.

Of course, Comrade Mou's vision was not bad, and he could see the problem on the Heihe side at a glance.

Although the railway is also being built here, the progress is a bit slow.

Hou San has been operating here for many years. Of course, he has deep feelings for this city and is a little unhappy in his heart.

So he said, Mr. Mu might as well give it to the staff.

Of course Lao Mou understood the subtext, but he didn't care either:

In Manzhouli, I am in charge of planning. I plan to invest tens of billions of dollars to build Pengcheng in the north. If the city government here invites me, I might as well do my little bit.

Saying you're fat and wheezing, Hou San simply stopped talking. He really doesn't have much in common with such a person who feels good about himself.

Longteng's style, influenced by Liu Qingshan, has always been more pragmatic.

This is also related to the fact that most of the members of Longteng are veterans, so seeing Lao Mou with the attributes of a big flicker, it is inevitable that he will not be able to urinate in a pot.

When the convoy came to the headquarters of Longteng Company and entered the office building, Lao Mou noticed a situation. Most of the employees who greeted Liu Qingshan were salutes.

Everyone went into a reception room, made hot tea, and chatted while drinking tea.

Hou San asked Lao Mou's purpose, and then he learned that it was a matter of negotiating with Mao Zi to launch a satellite together.

Can an individual tinker with satellites? Hou San felt unreliable.

In fact, Lao Mou is really not bragging. He did jointly get a few satellites with Maozi, but the investment was lost in the end.

With outsiders present, Liu Qingshan didn't talk about business.

Lao Mou is very talkative, and he feels good about himself, and he is the center wherever he goes.

Not to mention in the country, even if he was on the opposite side, Maozi treated him like a star holding the moon.

It is said that the debt is due to the uncle. Lao Mou bought the mortgaged goods for the plane, and only paid a small part at the time. The follow-up was shipped one after another for several years.

Nowadays, there is a huge shortage of supplies on Maozi's side, so they treat Lao Mou as an uncle.

After drinking two cups of tea, Lao Mu suggested to go to Longteng's warehouse to take a look. In fact, this was his main intention. To put it bluntly, he still wanted to pull some goods from Longteng and ship them to Maozi to pay off his debts.

Hou San glanced at Liu Qingshan, of course he knew what Lao Mu was thinking, and Liu Qingshan had to make up his mind on this matter.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth twitched slightly, although Lao Mu was best at white wolf with empty gloves, but his own production and sales were not enough, so Lao Mu looked at it in vain.

Mr. Mu, then let's go to the warehouse, we're just making small troubles. Of course, Hou San understood Liu Qingshan's intention, so he agreed.

Everyone got into two cars and drove to the door of the warehouse.

Lao Mu couldn't help but look at the mountains of wood, steel, and fertilizers piled up outside.

These things are currently in short supply in the country, and there is no need to worry about sales.

This Longteng company must make a lot of money.

The warehouse is also crowded with people. Most of them are second-order dealers who purchase goods. They hold the bill of lading in their hands and keep shouting.

The most busy are the stevedores. Hundreds of stevedores, as well as a lot of machinery and equipment are responsible for the shipment, and they are still too busy.

This hot scene is both envious and disdainful for Lao Mou. In his eyes, it's just a small game, making a little money, and it's not very interesting.

When I entered the courtyard, because it was the afternoon, the goods on Maozi's side were basically unloaded, and now it is mainly loading.

Boss, I invite you to come soon!

Wang Yufeng, who was in command of loading and unloading, saw Liu Qingshan, and immediately ran over happily, looking very close.

Old Wang, have a drink at night. Liu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder and told him to go to work first.

Okay, I'll definitely have a drink with the boss, Tie Niu, forget it. Wang Yufeng happily went to direct the loading.

Lao Mu leaned over to check the loading situation, and saw that in the cab, most of Maozi's drivers were carrying instant noodles, sucking up and eating deliciously.

After eating a mouthful of noodles, taking a bite of ham sausage, and then taking a bottle of wine from his arms, he took a sip, and then he looked satisfied.

Looking at those goods again, Lao Mu was greedy: there are a lot of varieties, and they are all in short supply in Maozi.

If he can get that much stuff, he'll definitely be able to get a few planes back.

So Lao Mou suggested to go to the warehouse to take a look. Some warehouses were shipping goods and the doors were open, so Hou San couldn't stop them.

Seeing the mountains of goods piled up in the warehouse, Lao Mu's eyes lit up, and he almost stretched out two small hooks from his eyes to hook the goods away.

Because there are outsiders, Liu Qingshan did not go to his own treasure house, which is the warehouse where valuables are stored.

After a lap, Lao Mu was too cold, so he warmed up after entering an office.

After thinking about it, he held the tea jar in his hand and said:

Mr. Liu, Manager Hou, I see that you have sufficient supply of goods. Can you negotiate and rescue the emergency first. I need a batch of goods urgently. I will take a short turn from you and turn it around?

Seeing that Hou San was about to open his mouth to speak, as if he was about to refuse, Lao Mou hurriedly explained:

Don't worry, although our company's funds are all invested in Manzhouli, and we can't pay cash for the time being, but you can rest assured that our company gets back from Maozi's side, all the big-ticket items, and it will be ten times the profit once it is sold.

Take 10,000 steps back and say that I myself have private land in Manzhouli and Maozi's side. After all, this land will not run away with long legs, haha.

Hou San blinked twice: Mr. Mu, how much area does your land have?

A total of ten square kilometers, haha, in our country, it is estimated that it is the first to own private land.

Lao Mu's face was full of pride, which was indeed his pride.

Because half of them were donated by Maozi, this is incredible. It can be seen that Lao Mou's influence, even Maozi went up to Ganzi to curry favor with him.

Hou San and Ding Shan looked at each other, then shook their heads together.

This move also made Comrade Lao Mu extremely dissatisfied: Don't think that ten square kilometers is small, this is also the national territory that I took back from Maozi.

Hehe, Hou San let out a few chuckles: Mr. Mu, you don't know something. You know about Tangnu Wulianghai's return to the motherland last year, right?

Lao Mou was stunned for a moment, then nodded. The Tuva people returned. This matter has been publicized in newspapers and TV for many days.

Hou San glanced at Liu Qingshan, ignored the boss's constant shaking of his head, and continued: Actually, the place in Tuvan was bought by our President Liu.

Hou San was really a little angry, this old Comrade Mou was too flamboyant, so Manager Hou wanted to suppress the other's arrogance.

Lao Mou was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: How is this possible?

He also knew that Tuva had a total of 170,000 square kilometers of territory, not his symbolic 10 square kilometers.

If you want to buy such a large piece of land, the money you need is probably astronomical.

Because the inside story of this matter has not been disclosed in the newspapers, not many people know the truth. Of course, Lao Mou does not believe it.

Hou San smiled again: This matter is only known to the top management and our subordinates of President Liu. It is normal that President Mou has never heard of it.

The Tuva side needs a lot of material support, so there is nothing we can do about Mr. Mu's request.

Hou San also rejected Lao Mou's request neatly. Lao Mou was a little unhappy, but he wanted to know the truth on Tuva's side.

So after returning to the Longteng Hotel, Lao Mu still made a phone call. He was there and had a backer.

Old leader, I'm Xiao Mou, I just want to ask something, what is the inside story of Tuva's return last year?

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then a voice came: You know Liu Qingshan, right? He bought Tuva with huge sums of money, so he called this land back into the arms of the motherland...

This thing turned out to be true!

Lao Mu froze in place, feeling a little hot on his face.

He got ten square kilometers of land, and he showed off everywhere, complacent.

But look at people, they have done such a big thing, but they are not public at all, this is the gap.

Xiao Mu, don't spread the word about this. On the other end of the phone, the leader's advice came.

Understood, I understand, I have disturbed the old leader. When I return to the capital, I will definitely come to visit.

Lao Mou politely said a few words, and then put down the phone. The expression on his face was very strange, and it kept changing for a while before Lao Mou stretched out his hand and slapped his face lightly:

I smoke myself, so as not to be slapped in the face by others...

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