Chapter 73 Everyone showed their special abilities, Qi Heng arrived in Shanghai - "Rebirth 2000: I broke the agreement and became rich"
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Splendid Hall on the third floor.
After the door closes.
The private room was quiet for ten seconds.
The air that Vice President Fang was holding collapsed.
He slapped his chopsticks on the table, causing the cup to shake.
"Director Zhou, where's the 'good communication' you mentioned?"
Director Zhou had sweat on his forehead and opened his mouth twice.
"Mr. Fang, this... Lin Chuan has always been more -"
"Compared to what? More crazy?"
Vice President Fang turned to stare at him.
"I have been in Beijing for twenty years and have sat at the provincial and ministerial level negotiation table no less than fifty times. A kid in his early twenties got up and left in front of us?"
Old Wu shrank his neck beside him and did not dare to interrupt.
Sun Qian didn't get angry.
He took off his glasses and wiped them.
"Director Zhou, let me ask you a question."
"You said."
"Is Zhangjiang's current project approval power really in his hands?"
Director Zhou swallowed.
"Not all... but the entry and exit of core projects must go through the review committee of Jiuzhou Venture Capital. This was the previous approval process of the Municipal Economic Commission."
"Approved by the Municipal Economic Commission." Sun Qian put his glasses back on.
"The approval is based on process, not tenure."
Vice President Fang took the call.
"No matter how good he is, he is still just the CEO of a private venture capital company. Zhangjiang is a national high-tech industrial park. If a private enterprise controls the approval process, how can the superiors keep watching?"
Director Zhou opened his mouth but did not dare to answer.
Vice President Fang took a sip of tea.
"Okay. We'll split into two ways tomorrow."
He held up a finger.
"First, I return to Beijing and take the internal reference channel of the ministries and commissions. Zhangjiang's industrial upgrading is a national pilot, and the pilot is a pilot, and the trading methods can be adjusted."
The second finger was raised.
"Second, Mr. Sun, you stay in Shanghai and go directly to the people from the Economic and Development Committee. No need to go around the Mainland Bureau, go to him. Set up the framework of the joint operation body first."
Sun Qian picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The bottom of the cup hit the table.
"Young people are capable, but they don't understand a principle."
He gave the cup a half turn.
"There are rules in doing business, that's the world. At a certain level - the rules are set by the higher-ups. He can't make them."
The next day.
Nine forty in the morning.
Hongqiao Airport T2 Arrival Gate.
Two black Audi A8s were parked side by side outside the VIP aisle.
Lin Chuan leaned against the first car, his hands in his trouser pockets.
Black turtleneck cashmere sweater, dark gray casual trousers, handmade loafers.
The Patek Philippe tourbillon on my wrist rotates in the October sun.
Ye Zhiqiu stood two steps behind him, holding a dark blue document bag in his hand - a complete set of information compiled all night long, about the same thickness as half a book of Cihai.
Nine fifty-eight.
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