Walking slowly on the road with Qi Meiyun, listening to her complaints about work, Zhao Guoyang did not give much comfort, but just listened seriously.

Zhao Guoyang's approach is undoubtedly more sincere than those who are confused and comforting him randomly, which has increased Qi Meiyun's favorability for him a little.

"Guoyang, do you think that after the reform and opening up, our country's state-owned enterprises have lost their competitiveness?" Qi Meiyun said with some melancholy.

After hearing this, Zhao Guoyang slowly shook his head: "This statement is inaccurate. In fact, on the contrary, I think that the closure before the reform and development has made our state-owned enterprises lose their vitality and courage to be upward, and the employees of state-owned enterprises have lost their due enterprising spirit and pioneering spirit..."

"Uh... Guoyang, your view is a bit novel!" Qi Meiyun raised her eyebrows and said in surprise.

Zhao Guoyang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Meiyun, I don't know much about the current situation of your company, so it's hard to comment."

"But I am sure of one thing. The state and Songjiang Municipal Government cannot ignore a state-owned enterprise as big as you. They will definitely take effective methods to change the current common situation where textile enterprises are struggling."

Qi Meiyun glanced at Zhao Guoyang in disbelief, not understanding why he had such confidence.

In fact, the reason why Zhao Guoyang knew that the country would have strong support for the textile industry was also due to the industrial symposium held in Jiangnan Province last time.

At that meeting, Wei Xinfang, director of the Jiangnan Provincial Textile Bureau, gave a report.

Although Wei Xinfang was not detailed in the report, he could of course infer that the country must have some support plans for the textile industry based on Zhao Guoyang's sensitivity to this kind of information.

Now because of the old classmate's discouragement, Zhao Guoyang expressed his inference.

To be honest, Qi Meiyun felt that Zhao Guoyang’s judgment was unrealistic.

But Zhao Guoyang's extremely serious expression was placed here, and she was a little confused again.

He raised his head and glanced at her half-believing and half-doubted look. Zhao Guoyang smiled and said, "Old classmate, I know you may not believe what I said, but in the current situation, since you can't come up with anything, why not listen to me."

“Sometimes, waiting patiently is also a way to get opportunities…”

Looking at the calm smile on Zhao Guoyang's face, Qi Meiyun nodded subconsciously.

When Zhao Guoyang drove Qi Meiyun to the downstairs of the dormitory, her mood had already emerged from her faint loss and returned to normal.

Qi Meiyun has always been a cheerful girl and often brings positive energy to people, which is also something she likes.

Getting off from the passenger seat, Qi Meiyun went around to Zhao Guoyang, waved his hand and smiled, "Then, Guoyang, I'll go back to the dormitory first! I'm very happy today, thank you!"

Looking at Qi Meiyun's sweet smile, Zhao Guoyang joked: "Old squad leader, why are you polite to me? Speaking of which, I should thank you for giving me an opportunity to understand Songjiang City and the Old City God Temple!"

Qi Meiyun smiled and waved goodbye to Zhao Guoyang.

Zhao Guoyang nodded to her, closed the car window, throttle OnePlus, and the car slowly drove away from the dormitory building.

Watching the car disappear into the night, Qi Meiyun sighed softly and was about to walk upstairs.

As soon as she turned around, a petite figure rushed up and hugged her waist.

"Hehe, Sister Meiyun, I caught my date?" The petite figure said with a smile.

Qi Meiyun was startled by the figure. As soon as she was about to move, she saw the other party's slightly fat and cute face.

"Xiaochen, why are you doing? You want to scare me to death!" Qi Meiyun gave the girl a hygienic eye.

Yan Xiaochen, Qi Meiyun's roommate, was six months younger than her and joined the company in the same year.

After being pushed away by Qi Meiyun, Yan Xiaochen still pestered him unyieldingly and said, "Sister Meiyun, who was that person just now? Tell me quickly! I looked at it from a distance and seemed to be quite heroic and handsome! And I was driving. Is he a driver?"

"Go and go, don't gossip or not. That's my high school classmate, who is on a business trip to Songjiang City!" Qi Meiyun photographed the girl and said.

"Hehe, isn't it easiest for students to spark? " Yan Xiaochen said with a wink.

Qi Meiyun was thinking about what she had just talked to Zhao Guoyang, so she naturally had no time to pay attention to this weird girl.

Seeing Qi Meiyun walking upstairs, Yan Xiaochen pouted and said to himself: "Hmph, Sister Meiyun, don't I know if I don't tell me? Looking back, I'll check your boyfriend's situation clearly..."

After driving out of the dormitory of Qi Meiyun and Songjiang Textile Group Co., Ltd., Zhao Guoyang drove the car and turned to the Avenue to Pudong.

While driving, Zhao Guoyang called Zhang Yufang and told her that she would deal with her all night in the company today.

Originally, Zhao Guoyang planned to live in the SMS company.

After all, when Ji is old, he must have to accompany this industry leader. In addition, living with the students, it is more convenient to discuss the design plan.

But unfortunately, the guesthouse at SMS company is under overall maintenance. Not only can Zhao Guoyang not stay, but even Mr. Ji and his party can only stay in a hotel next to the company.

Because of the distance, Zhao Guoyang thought about it and did not go back to stay in the hotel, but wanted to go to the "Xingtai International Foreign Trade Company" to deal with it for a night.

Speaking of which, in addition to the office points on the top floor, the nine and ten floors have been converted into employee dormitories.

In addition to Wang Zecheng, Xie Yiman, and his cousin Zhao Qian, Teacher Zhang Yufang has also moved here from his teaching staff dormitory.

Of course, Xiao Ruoyu, his "glasses girl" and several other employees also lived here.

At this moment, Zhao Guoyang called Teacher Zhang Yufang and asked her to help clean up a room as soon as possible. It was not too complicated.

Sure enough, after Zhao Guoyang talked to Teacher Zhang, she agreed.

In a vague way, Zhao Guoyang seemed to hear the cheering sounds of Xie Yiman and his cousin Zhao Qian.

"Damn, no, right? Xie Yiman and the others haven't slept yet?"

After putting down the phone, Zhao Guoyang raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

In the 1990s, at this time, most people must have fallen asleep long ago.

Even a big city like Songjiang City will not make any difference.

But now it seems that my understanding of this matter is somewhat deviated, and it seems that I have missed the two "returned" night owls, Wang Zecheng and Xie Yiman.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Guoyang slapped his forehead and said to himself: "I forgot that they both came back from America and have the habit of sleeping late."

"But, these two guys have a great influence, and they actually influenced everyone?"

After complaining about Xie Yiman and Wang Zecheng, Zhao Guoyang parked the car at the door of a "KFC".

There is no way. Since a group of "night owls" have not yet fallen asleep, my boss naturally wants to help them bring some midnight snacks.

Since five years ago, the first KFC restaurant in China officially opened in the bustling area of ​​the capital's front gate, this fast food from the United States has quickly occupied the market for young urban people.

In that era, as soon as the KFC in Beijing opened, it set a record for the highest daily turnover of a single store - a full 300,000 yuan sold.

What is this concept? It is not an exaggeration to say in miracles.

If it were in that era, the monthly turnover of Beijing Hotel would be just that.

Through KFC, the whole world has learned about the rise of China, an oriental power.

The first KFC in Songjiang City opened at Dongfeng Hotel, which is the one that Zhao Guoyang has arrived at now.

Zhao Guoyang has been criticizing the American cultural exports around the world, with some admiration.

"KFC" and "McDonald's" are two signature products in the United States, and they do play a very important role in their cultural output.

After entering this small chain store, Zhao Guoyang walked straight to the counter.

In the early 1990s, there were very few categories available for KFC, and the portions of a set meal were not much, namely two pieces of chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes.

Of course, the price is not particularly high, and the cost of a package is only about 20 yuan.

For families who generally earn less than 200 yuan a month in this era, this is a cheap but still affordable expense, but they can only taste it and cannot eat it often.

Since he had decided to treat his employees to a good meal, Zhao Guoyang naturally bought enough parts.

After a little calculation, there are almost twelve or three people in the company who are connected to me now, which does not include the newly recruited students from Teacher Zhang Yufang recently.

So, Zhao Guoyang said directly to the waitress at the counter: "Please pack fifteen sets for me."

"Fifteen?" Hearing this number, the young waiter with a little freckles looked stunned.

In the early 1990s, there were too few customers who could buy more than ten sets of meals at one time. It is no exaggeration to describe it as rare.

Compared with the era in which Zhao Guoyang lived in his previous life, KFC's current consumption is really high.

Seeing the waiter's slightly stunned look, Zhao Guoyang coughed lightly and repeated his words again.

While talking, Zhao Guoyang took out three hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the other party.
Chapter completed!