Ah?!After hearing this news, even though Fan Wubing was calmer, he jumped up from the chair.

What a joke! Fan Heng hangs him?!

Fan Wubing's head was stunned. What was he so busy after he was reborn? He wanted to make his family live a better life? Seeing that his parents are doing well now, his brother and sister are successful in their studies, and he has a lot of money. It was just a good day that came, why did his father Fan Heng hang himself?

There is no reason!

After Fan Wubing was stunned for a while, he heard the sound coming from the receiver, "Hey, Wubing, are you listening? I'm your dad!"

"Oh—" Fan Wubing responded blankly, and then he realized, "Huh? Dad?! You're okay!? Aren't you hanging?! What's going on!?"

"Who has hung it! You kid will curse me as soon as you open your mouth!" Fan Heng on the opposite side immediately roared.

Uh?! Fan Wubing was stunned. Did he hear this wrong? Impossible! My mother Zhang Mei's voice was so loud and clear. How could she hear it wrong?

Fan Heng shouted angrily in the receiver opposite, and then heard Zhang Mei say something else. Then Fan Heng snorted again and said, "Your ears were wrong! Your mother said that I might have been transferred to Beijing, not that I am idle and have nothing to do to hang myself! Do you understand this time?!"

"I understand! I understand!" Fan Wubing thought to himself that as long as you are not doing anything, it's fine to hang me. I was so scared that I was sweating all over. Now I'm a little scared.

After hearing Fan Wubing talk about it from the other side, Fan Wubing then figured out that his father Fan Heng was really likely to be transferred to Beijing this time.

I remember a while ago, Director Zhang once told himself that the State Council has added an office responsible for the transformation of military-industrial enterprises. He is short of skilled personnel. It is interesting to transfer Fan Heng, a leading cadre who has operated military-to-civilian transformation, to be appointed. It seems that this time it will be fulfilled.

However, in this way, Fan Hengke was directly transformed from a corporate cadre into an agency cadre, freed from specific affairs, and became a small person in charge of the superior leadership organ.

But don’t underestimate this change. Although Fan Heng used to be treated as a deputy department-level official, he was just talking about it. Compared with real deputy department-level real cadres, the difference is still very big. Moreover, in the plain factory, he is only responsible for production. When it comes to making decisions, his strength is still very weak. If he is transferred to an office of the State Council this time, whether he is a regular or a deputy, he will be much stronger than before.

You should know that many provincial and ministerial-level cadres who come to offices often have to go to the offices of the State Council to become directors for a few days, and then look at the opportunity to talk about development. Therefore, if Fan Heng can fall over, it may not be a good thing, and it will save Fan Wubing from being depressed by the plain factory.

By the way, there is no problem with being a good person. Besides, being a good person often brings good rewards, but the plain factory always looks insatiable. Fan Wubing is also very upset after seeing him for a long time, otherwise he would not have avoided Beijing and started a new job.

State-owned enterprises are not easy to do after all.

It is not his luck that Fan Heng was able to jump out of the quagmire of the plain factory this time.

If Fan Heng wants to raise the transfer to Beijing, there will naturally be a lot of things to be settled on Panshi, and Zhang Mei and Fan Kang’s problems must be properly resolved. Therefore, Fan Wubing felt that it would be a big deal to stay in Beijing and ignore the family. It just so happened that he needed to inspect the feed processing factory matters, so he explained to his sister Fan Ting and went back to Panshi directly.

There was nothing to say all the way, but after returning to the rock, Fan Wubing found that his home was crowded with visitors.

"Ha, Wubing is back!" Wang Fuming, the factory director who was talking to Fan Heng at home, saw that Fan Wubing came back, ended the visit in a hurry, chatted with Fan Heng for a few words, and said goodbye.

"Oh, you kid finally know you're going home." Fan Heng said with some emotion as he looked at Fan Wubing, who had grown a lot taller.

Fan Wubing looked at Fan Heng and felt that his father's face was pretty good. He just added a few white hairs, so he felt relieved and said to his father with a smile, "Dad, congratulations! This time he has been promoted!"

"Hey, what are you saying, kid?" Fan Heng shook his head with a wry smile.

Fan Heng had originally had a different view of this magical young son and never treated him as a child. Most of the major affairs in the family had to be recognized by Fan Wubing before they could be approved. Fan Wubing did bring great changes to the family. Both parents achieved something, and the family's financial conditions were no longer a factor that affected Fan Heng and Zhang Mei's mood.

Moreover, under Fan Wubing's skillful hands, the Pingyuan Factory, which has poor economic conditions, has regained its vitality. Others don't know the final word of these things, and they all think it was the business that Fan Heng contacted, but he himself realized that without Fan Wubing's skillful hands, such a good thing would not be the turn of Pingyuan Factory.

As for the whole Walkman matter, Fan Wubing actually gave half of the profit to Pingyuan Factory.

However, the return from the Plain Factory was a bit unhappy. Fan Heng had always been worried that Fan Wubing was resentful about this matter. If the matter was messed up, the livelihoods of thousands of people in the Plain Factory would definitely be affected. However, judging from Fan Wubing's current mood, he was over-thinking about this matter.

With Fan Wubing, he founded Jianlibao, made friends with CCTV, developed humidifiers, and allowed Fan Ting to engage in international trade agency in Beijing. How could he care about the little profits of the Plain Factory?

However, Fan Wubing took out a few Laoshan ginseng he had plundered from a small suitcase he was carrying, and handed it to his father Fan Heng with a smile, and said with a hehe, "This is a good thing, soak some wine and drink it, and the effect is great!"

"What's this thing? Dried radish?" Fan Heng asked knowingly.

Fan Heng is also the deputy director of a state-owned factory. He has seen a lot in recent years. How could he not know Laoshan ginseng? Just from the appearance of the oldshan ginseng that Fan Wubing took, the years will not be less than 60 years. I saw that the upper part of the rhizome is densely grown on all sides of the rhizome, the lower part of the rhizome has long or slightly curved round reeds, and the upper end of the main root has fine and deep spiral patterns. Generally speaking, the longer the age of ginseng, the deeper the spiral patterns. The middle and lower parts of ginseng are shining and less wrinkles. The thickness of the fibrous root is uniform, sparse and long, not easy to break, soft as a leather strip, and there are more wart-like dots on the fibrous root, which are commonly known as pearl dots.

But it’s hard to find such an old ginseng. Fan Wubing took out six of them in one breath!

Fan Heng really suspected that Fan Wubing used dried radish processing to deceive himself. You should know that Laoshan ginseng is getting less and less now, and it is not something you can buy with money.

Fan Wubing immediately widened his eyes and shouted, "Dried radish?! You dare to eat half a pound of dried radish in one breath. If you dare to eat half of this thing, you must ensure that your hair and beard will burn it!"

Fan Heng smiled and took the old mountain ginseng and looked carefully.

It’s a joke, I really want to eat half of the old ginseng, let alone beard and eyebrows, even the white teeth on my mouth will be burned. It’s true that this thing can replenish vitality, but if I can’t eat it, it will cause death!

"By the way, dad, what did you say about this transfer?" Fan Wubing asked.

There were some things I couldn't say clearly on the phone. When I returned home, Fan Wubing naturally had to ask clearly so that he could have a comprehensive understanding of the whole thing.

"Well, the deputy director of the military transfer office will be treated as a department level." When talking about this, Fan Heng frowned again.

"This is a good thing!" Fan Wubing nodded, "You are only forty-three years old now and have already reached the level of a department. If you are lucky, there is a possibility of moving upwards."

Fan Heng also knew about this. If he had been living in the plain factory, he would have said whether he could become the factory director. Even if he became the factory director, his administrative level was the main department, and his chances of transferring to the higher position were slim. This time, by chance, he was directly promoted to the main department and could become the deputy director of the military office. He was really lucky.

But then again, the things transferred by the military are not easy to do. The directors are usually ministerial-level cadres named, and the actual operation has to be discussed by several deputy directors. If they do it well, they may not necessarily make contributions. If they do it well, they will have to bear the responsibility.

Although Fan Heng had the idea of ​​doing something big, he would be helpless if he really encountered some obstacles. After all, he could say that he had nothing to do with the upper level and could not use it. He fought alone and could not make a move!

"What are you afraid of?" Fan Wubing saw his father's concern and comforted him, "There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain, and the boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge! God will not starve to death, and the baby will get married by rain! Isn't it that there is me! The military transfer to the civilians is nothing more than recruiting some good projects for the company. I may not do anything else well. You can just keep this matter a hundred times!"

Fan Heng still frowned, "The number of enterprises that are military to civilians across the country is not a small number. It may not be difficult for you to revitalize one or two companies, but hundreds of companies or more companies are not the only way to turn the world around!"

Hundreds and thousands of companies! Fan Wubing's head immediately retracted, and this matter is absolutely unbearable! The matter of state-owned enterprises is difficult to deal with, and the situation is very complicated. He has a little ability, but it all occupies the light of rebirth. He has no grasp of the current situation. If he makes a little money, he will live a little more nourishing life. How can he save the suffering like Guanyin Bodhisattva?
Chapter completed!