At 6:30 pm, He Wentao appeared again at the Phoenix Hotel.

Because Zhang Wang had something to do and came late, he almost missed the agreed time, and He Wentao didn't take time to ask if Su Wenwen was there.

That's right, Zhang Wang was brought to accompany him and waited at the entrance of the Phoenix Hotel with Qian Zhiming and another man with a little bit of gold-rimmed glasses.

According to Qian Zhiming, the person who came was Zheng Nansheng, deputy director of the Municipal Government Office.

As for the reason why Qian Zhiming was brought to accompany him, there was another reason. He Wentao guessed that it was the latter.

The few of them sat in a private room and did not rush to talk about the serious matters, but chatted for a long time.

After three rounds of wine, Qian Zhiming started.

"Mr. Zhang, is it okay to deal with the textile factory matter?"

"fine?"

Zhang Wang scratched his head anxiously: "The money is really my father's prestige. If you change someone and want to resume childbirth, you will get next year. Even if I am a headache, I will have a lot of hair loss. Look, I took over now and my hair fell out."

Zhang Wang said, pointing to his forehead.

"Haha, that proves that we have found the right person." Qian Zhiming smiled and avoided the difficulties.

Zhang Wang smiled bitterly and said, "I'm fine, no one deliberately makes trouble. If my brother takes over the clothing factory, I'm afraid that my hair will fall out more than me."

He Wentao called Zhang Wanglai, and Zhang Wang naturally understood his intentions.

Say more difficult and less good things.

Qian Zhiming smiled and said, "If Boss He takes over the clothing factory, he will be Boss He who owns the sole proprietorship. Who dares to make trouble? Besides, the clothing factory is a state-owned enterprise. Although it is only a local state-owned enterprise, I believe that the employees' ideological awareness is still very high."

"Yes, Mayor Liu said that employees devote their youth and hard work to the company, and what they want is nothing more than food and clothing. If Boss He can guarantee their food and clothing, the employees will still be reasonable."

The person who spoke was Zheng Nansheng who had hardly spoken much when he was just greeting.

He Wentao was still guessing whose secretary the other party was, and now he understands it in seconds.

He hurriedly said: "Director Zheng said it well. Our state-owned enterprise employees are still very simple. Changing the opening is to absorb foreign experience, but it is by no means to abandon this simplicity. In the new era, simple state-owned enterprise people and state-owned enterprise spirit are also the magic weapon for future enterprises to win. Come on, I suggest that we have a drink for Director Zheng's words."

Qian Zhiming was fine, but Zheng Nansheng was really surprised.

Before coming, they had already dug out He Wentao's information.

The origin of He Wentao and the origin of He Wentao's two surges in capital were all revealed without any hiding.

A young man who came from a remote rural area and had only been in the first grade of junior high school, actually spoke one by one, which really surprised Zheng Nansheng.

The four of them had a drink together.

He Wentao took out the plan and handed it to Qian Zhiming, and said, "I agree very much with the concept of food and clothing. It is extremely necessary to solve the problem of food and clothing for employees, ensure their lives, and allow them to produce carefree. This plan is my immature plan for the clothing factory, and I also ask the two leaders to correct it."

"I dare not take the corrections, I'll take a look first."

It was said that it was a plan, but it was written on a large letter paper. The red table made Qian Zhiming chuckle gently.

But when he saw He Wentao's handwriting, Qian Zhiming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"This word..."

"It was written by me myself, I laughed at you." He Wentao added modestly.

But in fact, He Wentao was still quite proud.

In his previous life, He Wentao's words were often ridiculed by others in secret, but He Wentao didn't care at all. However, after experiencing ups and downs, He Wentao cultivated his character and practiced calligraphy became one of his hobbies.

With his own handwriting, he became the vice president of the Provincial Calligraphy Association.

He Wentao didn't care, but Qian Zhiming's heart was filled with storm.

Is this really a person who only reads to the first year of junior high school and can write a word?

He looked up and couldn't help but praise: "Boss He's pen handwriting is probably even ashamed of many calligraphers in the city."

On the side, Zheng Nansheng nodded in agreement.

With his name as his own, and with He Wentao's words just now, Zheng Nansheng has a lot of favorable feelings for He Wentao.

Before this, he was indifferent. After all, He Wentao's start was not glorious.

Qian Zhiming started by just watching casually, and most of his attention was on the pen.

But soon, his attention turned to the content on the paper and was gradually attracted.

I looked at it little by little, looked at three pages, and then turned over, but found that it was a blank piece of paper.

"This... why is this gone?"

"If you don't conduct on-site inspections or analyze specific issues, you'll just talk about it on paper. I haven't even entered the clothing factory. No matter how much content you have, it's just empty talk." He Wentao replied with a smile.

Qian Zhiming also smiled: "Boss He is still hiding his own private interests. However, based on this half of the plan, Boss He doesn't seem to be talking about the war on paper. Xiao Zheng, you can take a look."

Zheng Nansheng nodded and took it. Soon, he was surprised by He Wentao for the third time today, and his eyes became more and more lustered.

When he put down the letter paper, he couldn't help but sigh: "After reading these, I really believe that once Boss He takes over the clothing factory, he will definitely be reborn."

The following conversation became even more pleasant.

The topic revolves around the clothing factory and talks about other factories in the city.

He Wentao never asked about the price from beginning to end.

The meal was about to end, and the door was knocked and an uninvited guest walked in with a glass of wine.

"Director Qian, Director Zheng, didn't disturb you from having a meal? I'll give you a cup to the two leaders."

Who is that fat man who is not Ma Desheng?

Ma Desheng narrowed his eyes and swept over. When he saw Zhang Wang and He Wentao, his eyes were gloomy, but he pretended not to recognize him.

"What are these two?"

"Director Ma, is there anything wrong?" Qian Zhiming asked with a frown.

Ma Desheng sighed and said pitifully: "Oh, isn't this a hospitality customer? The customers from Qingcheng don't plan to purchase goods from us. They persuaded them and brought them to have a meal, hoping to save them. Alas, the factory is like this and they still put in the wrong hands. They are really not a human being!"

Qian Zhiming stretched his eyebrows, nodded, and said, "Then you can entertain customers well. The clothing factory is in trouble and can no longer cause any trouble."

"yes."

Ma Desheng nodded: "I want to keep him too, but he said there is something wrong with our factory and wanted to transfer it from other private factories..."

"Bang!"

A crisp sound scared everyone at the scene.

Several people turned their attention to the source of the sound - He Wentao.

That's right, He Wentao slapped the table with an angry face.
Chapter completed!