Chapter 5: Father and son talk about the wind at night at home

After Fan Wubing drove Feng Nan and the other party home, he turned around and returned to the company to pick up his sister Fan Ting, and then asked Ouyang Xiaowei, "Where will I send you?"

"No need to bother you, I'll get off at the intersection ahead." Ouyang Xiaowei said softly.

Fan Wubing glanced at the rear mirror and saw Ouyang Xiaowei twisting the corner of her clothes with her hands, her fingers were slightly white, and she couldn't help but ask more, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Ting turned her head to look at Ouyang Xiaowei, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? She looks bad, let's go to the hospital?"

Ouyang Xiaowei's face turned red and she made a lip chewing at Fan Ting.

"Oh! I understand!" Fan Ting patted her forehead with a sudden realization and said to Fan Wubing, "Wubing, you go home by yourself! I'll send Xiaowei back!"

Without saying anything, Fan Ting drove Fan Wubing off and drove Ouyang Xiaowei away.

"Hey!" The car ran a long way before Fan Wubing came to his senses, reached out and waved his hand to the front, shouting, "Don't drive so fast, where is our home?!"

Unfortunately, Fan Ting drove very fast and had already disappeared.

Fan Wubing smiled bitterly, stood on the main road and looked at both sides. On both sides of the long street were street lights that were winding like fire dragons. At this time, it was already dark, with lights everywhere, and traffic flowing on the road was coming and going, and it was not stopping for a moment.

After leaving six years, Beijing's urban development has changed a lot. In the past, many farmlands have become tall buildings. However, there is still a big gap between the image of the capital you know in the future, especially in recent years, the traffic pressure has been heavy and the air quality in the city has deteriorated day by day.

Standing by the roadside, smelling the exhaust of the car, it was really not very pleasant. Fan Wubing flipped through his pocket and found a small notebook with his address on it. Then he stopped a yellow-faced car and sat on it.

"Drink, the little master's outfit is good, it costs thousands of dollars, right?" The driver is a middle-aged uncle, and he is quite talkative. When he saw Fan Wubing's clothes, he knew that the child's wealth was good.

"Hehe." Fan Wubing didn't want to talk more, so he hummed twice.

I am used to taking a good car, and it doesn't feel very good to sit on a yellow face, but the driver didn't stop a little along the way, so he didn't feel bored. He looked like he was about twenty minutes, and finally sent Fan Wubing home.

Fan Heng has long been treated as a department-level official. Although there are many officials of this level in the capital, the benefits are good. Now the Fan family's residence is located in a villa area built by the unit. The environment is good. There are three-story small buildings, small gardens, lawns and parking spaces. There are tall trees moving from the mountains on both sides of the middle passage, which is quite good.

As soon as Fan Wubing arrived at the gate of the community, he was stopped by the armed police who served as the gatekeeper.

"Please show your ID." The armed policeman said to Fan Wubing with a serious expression.

"I'm just going home-" Fan Wubing was suddenly helpless and finally had to say, "Is it okay to make a phone call?"

The armed police nodded and let him into the duty room.

Fan Wubing called his home, and it happened to be Fan Heng answered it, "Dad, I arrived at the entrance of the community and was blocked and refused to enter."

"Huh? Aren't you with Fan Ting? Okay, I understand, give the phone to the doorman." Fan Heng didn't expect that Fan Wubing would find her home alone, which was a bit surprising.

After the doorman talked to Fan Heng, he let Fan Wubing go and sent him a small card pass, saying that he would install this first, and that everyone would not need it after a few days.

"Thank you!" Fan Wubing waved his hand and finally entered the door.

Fan Heng had already run out of the house and stood there looking at his son.

Fan Wubing looked at his father and saw that he was wearing an apron around his waist and his hands were covered with flour. He knew that he must be cooking to prepare dinner for him. And the voice of his mother Zhang Mei came from home. When both of his parents appeared under the light outside the house, Fan Wubing suddenly found that his nose felt a little sour.

This farewell took six years!

Fan Wubing's feet became windy and ran over in just a few steps. Without saying a word, he kowtowed twice first, and when he got up, his eyes were already flashing.

"Oh, this kid, it's good to come back!" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were also very moved and took their son back home.

"Why are you not here?" As soon as Fan Wubing came home, he found that he had not seen Fan Kang, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Oh, he went to Tianjin, I guess he can come back tomorrow." Zhang Mei was a little surprised, "Didn't Fan Ting go to pick you up? Why didn't she see her figure?"

Fan Wubing said what happened in the afternoon. Zhang Mei was amazed when she heard it, "I heard that, Fan Ting manages the company pretty well?"

"At least there is no problem in the general direction. Now it is just affected by the environment. I guess it will soon be on the track of rapid development. Of course, there is still a big gap from international large companies, and there are still many things to be improved in the details." Fan Wubing replied.

Zhang Mei shook her head and said, "I don't understand the business matters, but you don't have to leave again when you come back this time, right?"

Although Fan Wubing left six years ago because of the environment, in fact, after the incident, news spread from the side, saying that the above was very sorry for Fan Wubing's going abroad and said that there was no intention to pursue it. Fan Heng naturally could not confirm the authenticity of the news, nor did he dare to let his son return to China rashly. However, judging from the various signs later, the news should be undoubtedly true.

But Fan Wubing also had his plans, so he did not rush to return to China. Instead, he stayed in the United States for six years. During these six years, countless stories naturally happened, but they were not worth telling to outsiders.

Even in front of his parents, Fan Wubing only talked about some interesting stories and anecdotes in American life, and did not involve his work at all. Therefore, as parents, Fan Heng and Zhang Mei only knew that Fan Wubing was very comfortable in the United States, but they didn't know how big he had done.

However, based on Fan Heng and Zhang Mei’s understanding of their son, I believe he will not be so honest.

"In fact, foreigners are easy to deal with." Fan Wubing said to his parents with a smile, "Once I invited the examiner to have a meal in order to take the driver's license. The American driver's license examination system is very strict, and many people have to pass the exam many times. I don't want to waste too much time on this, so I had to think of something else. But the examiners are all part-time jobs, and they are also rich people, so it won't work to directly use money to bribe him, so I invited him to a meal."

"Then what would you treat him to eat?" Fan Heng and Zhang Mei were both curious.

Fan Wubing smiled and said, "Actually, there are many Chinese restaurants in the United States, but some rice they don't make, so I made him sauce noodles and spent half a morning preparing the ingredients. I made a big pot at noon, which cost about ten dollars. What do you think? He almost ate the pot!"

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei laughed, both saying that it seems that Chinese restaurants in the United States are not very authentic, and they will not do the things that ordinary people can eat the most.

"This is also normal. People who open restaurants in the United States are mostly Hong Kong and Taiwanese, and there are many southerners in mainland China, and the taste is all southern. Therefore, the noodles in the north are surprisingly fewer. I just did it casually and shocked the other party." Fan Wubing explained.

In fact, Americans have never seen such a delicious and simple thing, and the effect is naturally not bad. He gave Fan Wubing the test.

"Then he is not committing favoritism and fraud? The values ​​promoted by this American are inconsistent!" Fan Heng asked.

Fan Wubing then replied, "In fact, I asked him this question after getting his driver's license, but what do you think he said? He said that people who can make such delicious food must be people who are full of love for life. He has every reason to believe that such people will not use their own or other people's lives as jokes."

"It's very language art." Fan Heng commented.

Zhang Mei smiled and said, "Okay, I guess you're hungry, so let's love life too."

"Haha, I've already smelled the fragrance coming out of the kitchen!" Fan Wubing rubbed his stomach, "Why haven't my sister come back yet? It's not good if we don't wait for her."

"Don't worry about her, she eats at home all day long. As for snatching her with her brother?" Zhang Mei spoke and immediately put the food on the table.

"Oh, it's better to have a meal at home! The authentic crispy ribs, steam pot chicken that I haven't seen in six years, wuwu--" Fan Wubing was so moved that his stomach was gulp.

"Okay, okay, no one is snatching you, eat slowly, don't choke." Zhang Mei smiled and patted Fan Wubing's back with one hand, for fear of choking him.

Who knew that before Zhang Mei finished speaking, Fan Ting hurriedly pushed the door open and shouted, "I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death!"

As he said that, he sat down and reached out to grab the ribs in the plate.

"Wash your hands first!" Zhang Mei immediately knocked the back of her hand with the chopsticks.

Fan Ting shrank his hand, then pointed at Fan Wubing's black hand and said, "He didn't wash his hands!"

"The third brother at least knows how to use chopsticks, but he doesn't want you to grab it directly." Zhang Mei immediately retorted, and then said in a nagging lesson, "How old is he? Why are you still irritable? I really suspect that the company has not been tortured by you. I think it's all for the ancestors to bless you!"

Fan Ting immediately wanted to refute a few words, but Fan Wubing was quite conscientious enough. She stuffed a piece of rib into her mouth and kept saying to her, "Be calm, be calm!"

Fan Ting nodded at Fan Wubing and started eating pork ribs. The eating behavior of the siblings can be described as wind and winding clouds. Most of the dishes on a large table were killed by them. Fan Heng and Zhang Mei had already drunk porridge earlier. At this time, they just moved two chopsticks symbolically, and then they smiled and watched their son and daughter having dinner, looking very comforted.

"By the way, Minister Ye's wife muttered to me again today-" Zhang Mei said.

This is more effective than anything else. Fan Ting went upstairs in a flash, and before leaving, she said, "She's going to bed!"

"This child!?" Zhang Mei shook her head helplessly, "I am twenty-six people, and I don't think about my lifelong affairs. What do we ask as parents to think?"

Minister Ye? Fan Wubing, who was picking teeth, had his ears moved and asked, "Is it Minister Ye's wife? Ye Tian's mother?"

Zhang Mei nodded and said that it was right, but she asked in surprise again, "You have just come back, how did you know?"

Fan Wubing snorted, "That boy, I have taught him a lesson today! With his own way, he dares to sway in front of my sister? If he doesn't know what he is, he will find someone to ruin him!"

"Don't do anything randomly. The Ye family's power in the capital is deeply rooted-" Fan Heng suddenly had a headache, thinking that why is this son so uneasy? He taught the youngest son of the Ye family a lesson as soon as he came back.

Ye Tian’s son is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Posts and Communications. He has real power and is also very rich in various ministries and commissions. Although he is pretty good, his wife is a bit domineering and is even more doting when she is old. Therefore, Ye Tian has become notorious as one of the eight major public nuisances in the capital.

Fan Heng and Zhang Mei knew a little about this, so they always were unwilling to respond to Ye Tian’s mother’s intention of getting married, but the other party harassed her repeatedly and annoyed her.

The reason why the Ye family wanted to get married was not that Fan Ting was really better than a fairy. Most of the time, she still fell in love with the largest private company in China, the PCFans Club, which is a large company with a profit of more than 400 million yuan a year, and has a foreign investment background as a protective umbrella.

If Ye Tian can marry Fan Ting, then the company will not have the surname Ye sooner or later?

But Fan Ting had known Ye Tian's notoriety for a long time and had never paid attention to him. This company is a signature company with backgrounds. Even if Ye Tian was a little capable, he would not dare to openly play the PCF club. However, Ye Tian was unscrupulous, so he used some small means openly and secretly to cause trouble for Fan Ting's company.

After listening to Zhang Mei’s introduction to the Ye family, Fan Wubing knew it and said, “It’s not difficult to solve this matter. The key is to depend on my attitude. At most, I would like to reveal my investment tendency to the superior, and it would probably be solved.”

"You-" Fan Heng asked after hearing this, "What are you going to do?"

"It's still to be kept confidential for the time being." Fan Wubing kept it a secret, and then asked Fan Heng, "What are my dad doing recently?"

Fan Heng sat comfortably on the sofa, watching Zhang Mei clean up the dishes and chopsticks. He chatted with Fan Wubing, "I didn't do anything, I just care about the domestic economic situation and have been paying attention to the issue of economic system reform recently."

"Oh? What are you looking at?" Fan Wubing was a little concerned. After all, his father was quite close to the upper class. Although he was half unemployed, his level was not low, and he had a lot of substantive content. He had different points and different opinions. Especially Fan Heng had nothing to do recently, and he had some time to digest the information he got from everywhere.

"Recently, the above has been rectifying private enterprises in Wenzhou, and they probably have to give a specific explanation." Fan Heng said.

Fan Wubing nodded. In the history of China's reform, Wenzhou is a place that is easy to misunderstand. This is the earliest place where Chinese private enterprises sprout. In the eyes of some people, it is a breeding ground for capitalism and a cancer that must be removed. In the eyes of others, it is like a holy place for the market economy and a pioneer of civil forces breaking through the old system. So much so that for a long time, the evaluation of Wenzhou has become a side-selecting battle and thermometer of the reform stance. Whenever the policy direction changes, the initial signs can often be smelled here.

Wenzhou merchants are called Jews in China. They left their hometowns and went out to explore since they were very young. They were the first group of people in China to have market awareness and the first group to make money in business activities.

"In Wenzhou, there are the earliest traders in China, the first batch of professional markets, and the first joint-stock companies. For many years, they have appeared in every field with profit opportunities like life-threatening catfish. They sell small commodities, build underground oil fields in Shaanxi, and resell cotton in Xinjiang. They are also the earliest business practitioners, new concept disseminators, new product promoters, and earliest smugglers, smugglers, and counterfeit product manufacturers. They are always on the edge of the law and are always able to seize the newly emerged business opportunities at the first time." Fan Heng said to his son.

Fan Wubing nodded with a smile and said to his father Fan Heng, "This evaluation is very accurate."

Fan Heng continued, "I have read an internal reference. It is said that a poor county in Wenzhou has also had an incredible economic case with a black and humorous meaning. Local farmers sent letters to state-owned enterprises across the country and ordered various second-hand machinery and equipment. After the equipment arrived at the destination, they were immediately resold. Then, the farmers went to the newspaper to publish death obituaries under fake names. When those foreign companies caught up to collect debts, some people showed them the obituaries with a sad face. When the people died, who would collect debts? In this way, all the farmers in a village participated in this strange-looking fraud game, and the local area formed the largest second-hand machinery and equipment trading market in southern Zhejiang."

"Hahaha--" Fan Wubing couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "In order to make money, he can even think of this method. It's really impossible to say. I have to admire their business wisdom. However, this method lacks the minimum business integrity, sooner or later they will suffer a great loss!"

"And people's hearts are also very impetuous!" Fan Heng continued to tell a rumor he heard, "It is said that in Wenzhou, when people who are stylish in treating guests, they must serve two soups. One soup is a small boat made of a hundred dollar bill floating in a large seafood pot, which is for smooth sailing. The other soup is a small pot floating in a large seafood pot, with ten imported watches arranged regularly. Everyone here is for the purpose of expressing their feelings."

Fan Wubing curled his lips and disagreed. It is certainly true that he is rich, but it is not beneficial to show off like this.

"But I learned about Wenzhou's industrial structure and found that there is no project that can support the long-term development of the local economy. There are many things that rely on counterfeit and shoddy to make short-term huge profits. Although it has temporarily made huge profits, the long-term lack of integrity will only make them difficult for the future." Fan Heng commented.

Fan Wubing thought about it and said, "Everything comes from the original accumulation of capital! Although many people refuse to admit this, the private economy will gradually move towards the forefront! The wisdom and cunning shown by Wenzhou businessmen in business are completely different from hard fraud and force, but they fully demonstrate the cunning and bloodiness in the original accumulation process without moral bottom line. Accompanied by the prosperity of the market and the prosperity of the people, the destruction of the original business order, the indifference of simple public concepts and the destruction of the ecological environment. To be precise, the Wenzhou phenomenon is not an isolated case. It also exists in all areas where commercial activities are first active, such as the Pearl River Delta and Chaoshan area in Guangdong, the Jinjiang area in Fujian, the southern part of Jiangsu, etc. We can only say that this is an era without a sense of good and evil. In the face of the theme of the era of poverty, all moral value judgments appear pale and powerless."
To be continued...