years of corporate history!
This news has already caused an explosive sensation in the Arican financial industry! It’s terrifying! There were rumors that investors on Wall Street might step in to save this old brand. How can you be so sure they will go bankrupt?"
Fang Huai smiled.
"Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley are both stuck in it, and those who endorsed them are in dire straits. Who else could save them? The scary part is yet to co. Their governnt will definitely intervene later, but it won’t hold up."
As he spoke, he checked his watch and said with certainty:
"Today is Friday. I estimate they’ll go bankrupt by Monday.
It will be a Black Monday. Five of Wall Street’s top investnt banks are involved, and this ti, three might collapse. The Arican financial dream is about to shatter. Part of Wall Street is already heading to the rooftop.
The impact on the financial sector is imdiate, and the global impact will follow shortly. Hurry up and apply for related policies. Our state will also take action. When the infrastructural funding falls into place, it’ll depend on who reacts fastest.
If Guizhou catches this storm, its developnt could advance by at least two years.
If the Provincial Governnt could also secure the pilot policy for the ’Household Appliances to the Countryside’ campaign, we could set up a branch in Guiyang, ushering in a policy that heralds success with benefits in taxes and enterprise developnt."
"Great! I will handle it! Little Fang... Economic developnt is our top priority right now. So of the ideas you ntioned the other day, I would like to discuss with the leadership. What do you think?"
"Secretary General Hao, there’s no need to be polite, I don’t have any ideas; those are your ideas."
Laughter imdiately ca through the phone.
"Why are you helping like this? What’s in it for you?"
Fang Huai also laughed: "Secretary General, as long as you know I’m not short on money, that’s enough. I’m a soldier and a Party mber; even if I ask sothing of you, it wouldn’t go against the principles of the Party."
"Hahaha... You kid, using your abilities to work for the state, doesn’t it feel like a loss?"
"Every generation has its own responsibilities. Although no one specifies who should take them up, I think since I have the ability, I should bear more," said Fang Huai with undiminished pride.
This statent was t with two or three seconds of silence.
Then, Secretary General Hao laughed again: "Good, good, good! Little Fang, I haven’t misjudged you. Keep up the hard work! If you need anything, feel free to call !"
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up.
No wonder Secretary General Hao was so hearty; he was on the brink of a promotion, either as a leadership assistant or as a deputy leader—a critical juncture.
Actually, it had already been decided that he would serve as a Provincial Leader’s assistant, only enjoying the treatnt of a deputy leader’s rank. However, the position was very limited, making it difficult to establish a faction. With a higher rank, during a leadership change, he could end up in an idle post in the People’s Congress or retire early.
At just over fifty years old, would he be content?
One day, he had an in-depth conversation with Fang Huai about the future developnt of various industries over the next two years and clarified many cause-and-effect relationships.
Now, Secretary General Hao had his ideas organized thanks to understanding many things and so actions to handle the current crisis. The balance could shift to the other side. If he could follow up on the four trillion yuan stimulus and a series of policies with remarkable moves and fight for it, his career as an official might take a different turn.
Although he was about to slow down at a crossroads, suddenly a left turn signal opened up. If he got back on the highway, who knows where this road could lead.
Adding fuel to the fire at a critical mont ant his favor was both deep and substantial. Moreover, as long as Secretary General Hao continued to work, there would inevitably co a ti when he would consult Fang Huai again. Fang Huai was even willing, within the range of predictability, to make his "forecasts" of the timing and process a bit more accurate, to enhance his reputation as being prophetically insightful.
This move was about boosting confidence.
If Secretary General Hao truly reached the position of a deputy leader with local support, Fang Huai could start preparing for major events.
...
The next day, Saturday, nine o’clock.
"Ka, ka, ka..."
The Squadron Departnt’s new-type printer took in one blank A4 sheet after another, printing material that would accompany Fang Huai to Tianjin.
Fang Huai waited in front of the printer, neatly stacking and tapping down the roughly dozen sheets on the desk, stapling them together, then turning and smiling at the three coaches behind him as he picked up a pen from the desk and flourished it.
"Gentlen, thank you."
Old Randy was the first to take the pen and docunts, walking over to the desk and bending over to scribble his na on the last page.
Then turning, he shook hands with Fang Huai and tossed out a phrase in awkward Chinese:
"I wish you success!"
Fang Huai laughed and insincerely said, "Chinese is good!"
Old Randy smiled proudly.
Coach Yin hesitated: "Little Fang, you’re strongly criticizing these practices in the docunts... won’t you offend the leadership? The routines that got into the Grand Martial Arts Competition must have been approved by soone in charge."
While he hesitated, Coach Huang had already taken the pen, signed his na, and then patted Coach Yin on the shoulder teasingly:
"Old Yin, you’ve trained Olympians, it’s been a week and everything’s done, yet you’re still hesitating. Where’s your spirit of pressing forward without hesitation?"
With that, he too shook hands with Fang Huai.
"Good lad, go for it!"
Fang Huai nodded in acknowledgnt with a smile, and then responded to Coach Yin: "Don’t worry, Coach Yin. If I can lay this docunt on the leader’s desk, soone’s got my back."
Seeing Fang Huai’s confident deanor, Coach Yin sighed.
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