The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993 Chapter 235

   Chapter 235, Ambition in Winter (Subscribe!)

   Quickly went through his mind, and all the inheritances under his name exceeded 10 million, so he was divided into 10 copies.

  My mother and sister get 7 copies, my uncle gets 1 share, Shuang Ling gets 1 share, and Mi Jian gets 1 share.

   After thinking about it, Zhang Xuan immediately changed his will: his mother and sister got 6 copies, uncle got 1 copy, Shuang Ling got 1 copy, Mi Xian got 1 copy, and Lilith got 1 copy.

  Although I have no relationship with Lilith in my two lifetimes, I have a heavy love for her, I have no regrets and no regrets in front of Liao Yun in the hotel, and I am worth my share to her.

   There was a mournful sound in the cabin, a mournful sound of wanting nowhere.

   After the sable young woman wrote her suicide note, she saw that Zhang Xuan and Li Mei were the only calm people on the plane, and she said in tears: "If you are still alive, please help me take care of my son..."

   Hearing that they were still thinking of their son when they were dying, Zhang Xuan and Li Mei choked up in tears. They didn't know what to say, so they nodded.

  I knew that if the plane really couldn't hold on, then everyone would not survive unexpectedly, but this was the last shred of obsession and hope for a mother, Zhang Xuan and Li Mei couldn't bear to burst this bubble.

  Under the urging of the flight attendant, quickly and sadly, everyone finished writing their wills in tears.

   I didn't want to write the suicide note, when a bright light appeared in front of me, with a bang! The plane flew out of the thunderstorm.

   At this moment, at this moment, everyone cheered and tore up all the wills, laughing and laughing, hugging with neighbors and talking about the pain just now.

   Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

   Li Mei also breathed a sigh of relief.

   The young mink woman heaved a sigh of relief.

   The three looked at each other and laughed out loud with tears in their eyes.

only…

   The **** is just…

   It's just that everyone laughed early.

next moment! Just the next moment! The situation was more serious as the plane flew into a larger thundercloud.

   This time, the flight attendant, who had been pretending to be calm, also cried, and hoarsely asked everyone to hand in their wills as soon as possible.

  From sadness to joy, from joy to sadness, everyone went crazy, crying bitterly and writing the will to the flight attendant again.

  After handing in the suicide note, everyone hugged each other, closed their eyes, or cried alone in their seats, waiting to die.

   are waiting to die!

  Boom boom boom! …

   There was a lot of thunder outside, Zhang Xuan chose to close his eyes and wait for his death, even if the young mink woman beside him was so frightened that she fell on his right shoulder, his old master still remained motionless.

   Death is imminent, there is nothing to fear, even if the heart is already scared to the point of incontinence.

   But as a man, you still have to live a decent life and not be an antics.

  Close your eyes…

   A minute has passed…

  Two minutes passed…

  Three minutes passed...

   I don't know how many minutes passed, Zhang Xuan didn't wait for the sound of the plane crashing, but a huge celebration.

right! Scream violently! Roar with joy!

   Zhang Xuan quickly opened his eyes and found that in the cabin at this time, men, women and children, regardless of height, beauty or ugliness, were raising their hands to celebrate the rest of their lives.

  There was a flight attendant with tears on her face, but she danced a folk dance with a happy smile.

   Zhang Xuan tilted his head, the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the sun was shining, the landscape and buildings on the ground were vaguely visible, and the world was peaceful.

   He understands, escape from death! His mother escaped from death!

  It's good to be alive!

He cried.

  He endured the trembling in front of him, but he did not cry, but cried during the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

  The old tears are everywhere.

   Seeing that Zhang Xuan finally had a normal expression, the boy's mother next to him moved away from his right shoulder and looked at a large piece of clothes wet with his own tears.

  The boy's mother wiped away her tears and said apologetically in Cantonese: "Thank you, I have troubled you all the way."

   Zhang Xuan wiped away his tears, smiled brightly, and answered politely in Cantonese:

   "Needless to say, I thought I was going to die before. I thought that I would still be with me after I die, and I wouldn't be alone even if I crossed the Naihe Bridge. You don't know how happy you are with that kind of despairing satisfaction.

  So, don't thank me, or you thank me, I thank you, thank you, thank you, and it's endless. "

   The boy's mother laughed and glanced at the boy with doting eyes, and asked Zhang Xuan, "Are you a native of Yangcheng?"

   Zhang Xuan shook his head: "People from Hunan Province, study here."

   The boy's mother was a little surprised, "Then you are young and speak Cantonese quite authentically. Some of my colleagues from other places have worked in Yangcheng for more than ten years, and they speak Cantonese with a strong local accent."

   Zhang Xuan said with a smile: "Maybe I have a talent for languages. I can not only learn Cantonese, but also English."

  The boy's mother felt the same way, and then said with lingering fears: "You two are really amazing. Before everyone in the cabin panicked, the two of you were not afraid and never changed your face."

   Zhang Xuan glanced at Li Mei and sighed: "It's not that we are not afraid, but that we have been on the edge of life and death. When faced with death, we may be calmer."

  Although the boy's mother is very curious about what kind of life and death Zhang Xuan and Li Mei have experienced, after all, the two sides have not known each other for a long time. After all, the environment is not suitable for talking about life and death at this time.

  The plane arrived over the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and seeing the blue sky and white clouds, Zhang Xuan, like everyone else, was really relieved.

When    got off the plane and landed, there was another cheer.

When    parted, the boy's mother said to Zhang Xuan and Li Mei, "Thank you, goodbye."

   Zhang Xuan and Li Mei just smiled and did not speak. Goodbye by fate, goodbye by fate, how hard is it to meet the vast crowd of people again?

   After leaving the airport, Li Mei asked, "Is the return trip by train or?"

   Zhang Xuan said calmly: "Take the plane."

   Li Mei stared at the back of his head for a few seconds and stopped talking.

   The people who came to pick up the plane ate casually on the side of the road. After the stomach was full, the group also rushed to the pier.

   "Our container is here." Li Mei was familiar with Yangshan Port and took Zhang Xuan to the right as soon as the procedures were completed at the port.

When    arrived at the destination, Zhang Xuan circled around the two containers and asked, "How many tons of newsprint are there in total?"

   Li Mei pulled out the report form from her backpack and gave him the introduction: "The 40-foot container has 20 tons, and the other 20-foot container has 12 tons."

   Zhang Xuan understood, "Xinmin Evening News and Huaxi Metropolis Daily have each booked for 4 months?"

"right."

   Li Mei responded and said: "After this batch of transactions is completed, I have to go to Russia to purchase 12 tons of newsprint for Guangdong Daily."

  Opening the container, Zhang Xuan found that the finished product of newsprint was a white roll paper with a size of 1562x12000.

   Zhang Xuan is clear, 1562mm represents the width, and 12000m represents the length of this roll of paper.

   reached out and touched it, he couldn't feel it was good or bad, he just felt that it was similar to the usual newspaper paper, not as good as calligraphy paper.

Seeing that he was confused, Li Mei explained patiently: "This kind of newsprint is generally used to print newspapers, and it is usually made of more than 80% mechanical wood pulp and less than 20% chemical wood pulp.

  The paper is light, has good elasticity, and has good ink absorption performance, which ensures that the ink can be well fixed on the paper.

  The paper is smooth on both sides after calendering, no lint, so that the print on both sides is clear and full; it has a certain mechanical strength; good opacity; suitable for high-speed rotary printing

  Because the mechanical wood pulp fiber contains a lot of lignin, the paper is easy to yellow and become brittle under the action of light, so it is not suitable for printing books and periodicals that need to be preserved for a long time…”

   After coming out of the customs, Zhang Xuan went to Xinmin Evening News.

   is a middle-aged woman with a secretary to receive the two.

   The middle-aged woman's surname is Cao, and Li Mei calls her Lao Cao.

   Ms. Cao hugged Li Mei when they met, and looking at the smiles of the two, they should be very familiar old friends.

When    released, Li Mei took the initiative to introduce Zhang Xuan: "Have you always wondered who I am working for after returning to China, this is my boss."

   Seeing the other party was a little surprised, Li Mei added another sentence: "You should be familiar with the "wind sound" of people's literature, my boss wrote it."

   Cao woman was even more surprised, but the two expressions of surprise before and after were completely different.

   Zhang Xuan took the initiative to reach out and said with a smile, "Hello, Zhang Xuan."

   "Hello, Cao Mo."

As the editor-in-chief of Xinmin Evening News, "The Wind" is a must-see, and she is even more curious about its author "March". According to rumors, many reporters are now looking for the true story of "March". body.

   I didn't expect to be so young, I didn't expect to meet under such circumstances, Cao Mo naturally didn't dare to neglect.

   The tips of the **** overlapped and they held it.

   At this time, Li Mei spoke again, jokingly said: "Old Cao, is my boss enough to drink your Wuyi Oolong tea?"

   "Enough, please." Cao Mo smiled and glanced at Li Mei, then reached out and solemnly invited Zhang Xuan into the reception room for tea.

The    parlor is simple, but not simple.

   Zhang Xuan stared at the antique table and chairs for a while, and his heart was pulled.

   Damn, the tables and chairs are actually made of mahogany.

  Cao Mo seems to be particularly fond of tea art. After a series of standardized etiquettes for Wuyi Oolong tea, Zhang Xuanren almost fainted.

   After a long time, Cao Mo brought a cup and put it in front of Zhang Xuan, and said in a relaxed and humorous tone, "Dear guest, please drink tea."

"thanks."

   Zhang Xuan did not dare to neglect, and brought out the deepest connotation of the old man.

   tasted the product: the taste is not bad, the entrance is delicate, with the aroma of peach and orchid, and the taste is refreshing.

   Smash it for a few seconds, Zhang Xuan smiled and nodded: "Good tea."

   Seeing Zhang Xuan's cultural heritage, Cao Mo didn't know if he was the real product or if he was polite to himself.

   But looking at his temperament and the "sound of wind" in his handwriting, Cao Mo thinks that Zhang Xuan is not a fake, and he can't help but smile a little.

   It took more than an hour to drink tea and chat.

  In order to cope with this tough problem, Zhang Xuan took out all the cultural accumulation of his previous life, and the three of them were very good in astronomy, geography, and humanities.

   Grandma is a bear, talking nonsense with a woman full of ink, exhausted.

  When the checkout was about to leave, Li Mei took the opportunity and asked quietly, "How is my boss?"

  Cao Mo nodded: "Actually, he is a genius."

   Li Mei smiled happily, took the remittance slip and left.

   Outside, Zhang Xuan asked, "Have you got it?"

  Li Mei handed the remittance slip to Zhang Xuan: "The profit per meal is 30 yuan, 200,000 tons in 4 months, and 6 million in hand."

   Then, without waiting for Zhang Xuan's reply, Li Mei said in a negotiating tone: "According to the previous tacit understanding between the two parties, I plan to spend up to 200,000 yuan to manage."

  Rebates, it has been the case for thousands of years, Zhang Xuan naturally has no objection.

   Seeing Zhang Xuan's agreement, Li Mei then said: "Cao Mo and I have been friends for many years. If you need money, after signing the contract, we can advance the profit of the next order."

   Zhang Xuan understood in seconds, "Commercial acceptance bill?"

   Li Mei replied: "Yes, the newspaper is not bad for money."

   Of course, Zhang Xuan knew that the newspaper office was not bad these days, so he asked, "How many points of interest discount?"

  Li Mei raised 2 fingers: "As long as you give up 2 points, you can take the money out of the bank in advance and use it for other purposes."

   Hearing that there were only 2 points, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but look up to her again. This woman's connections and skills are good, she is really amazing.

   Zhang Xuan thought for a while, and then asked: "Can the West China Metropolis Daily also use commercial acceptance bills?"

   Li Mei said: "If you want, you can."

   Zhang Xuan took over the contract for the next order and browsed it carefully.

   In fact, there is nothing to see in the contract, the main focus is on the profit point.

   The profit of the next order is still less than 5%, and the profit still has not reached the red line of foreign trade.

   Zhang Xuan frowned for a while, seeing Li Mei looking at him silently, returning the contract to her after a long time, and asking curiously, "When are you going to raise the price?"

   Li Mei explained: "The second half of the year."

"Um."

   Zhang Xuan responded and walked straight forward.

   As I walk, I make plans in my heart.

   With this order, Xinmin Evening News has received 6 million yuan.

   If there is no accident, the 3.6 million yuan of West China Metropolis Daily should be no problem.

   Excluding tax, transportation and labor costs, a net profit of 9.6 million is a lot.

   There are many rebates and other expenses thrown away, and the available quota for this single is 9.2 million. The next order can be advanced by 9.4 million through commercial acceptance bills.

  920 plus 940 is 18.6 million.

   plus 1.26 million in his own card and 8.4 million in Yingtai foreign trade company.

   A total of 28.26 million!

   is only more than 28.26 million, which is a bit far from the 43 million needed.

   And if we win the textile factory, there are still more than 100 workers who need to be resettled, which is a lot of money.

   Zhang Xuan rubbed the sun, it was really nerve-racking, it was very difficult for Xiaomen to get a piece of land.

   He now only prays that no one in the textile factory will cut his beard, and no one has such a vision.

  Otherwise, if you fight with others, you will not only fight for money, but also fight for relationships.

   No, then the textile factory can't be in a hurry, but the 22,000 square meters of open space behind the shop can be taken first.

   After all, it is only 16 million.

  The old man has a lot of money now, so he has to give it a try.

   When his thoughts came to this, Zhang Xuan immediately told Li Mei his thoughts again.

   Hearing that Zhang Xuan was really going to enter commercial real estate, Li Mei seemed even happier than him, and said while walking with her bag:

   "No problem, I'll be ready to submit the land application procedures after returning to Yangcheng."

   When I came, I was frightened by the plane, but the plane back was smooth sailing.

   As soon as they got out of the airport, the two separated.

   Li Mei will go back to prepare the land application procedures, and she will also make a trip to Russia.

   As for Zhang Xuan, he plans to go back to the house to meet Du Shuangling.

  Although we haven't seen each other for two days, we almost parted ways. He really wanted to see his daughter-in-law right now.

   I was in a hurry all the way, and when I returned to the rental house, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

  On the second floor, open the door, enter the door, look around the house, Du Shuangling is not there.

   After thinking about it, go to the third floor, on the far left, and knock on the door.

   knocked for a while, but there was no response, and it seemed that Wenhui was not here either.

  Curly ran to the first floor and asked Lao Deng, "Have you seen Shuangling come back?"

   Old Deng Fufu asked, "Where have you been these two days?"

   Zhang Xuan replied, "I've made money."

   Lao Deng craned his neck and asked, "How much did you earn?"

   Zhang Xuan glanced at him and said, "10 million."

"How many?"

   "10 million."

"How many???"

   "10 million!"

With a sound of   , Lao Deng shook his right hand, and the iron tongs holding the briquettes fell to the ground.

  The briquettes were broken.

   also smashed one.

   Lao Deng turned around and asked in disbelief: "I earned it from foreign trade? The money came so quickly?"

   Zhang Xuan raised his chin: "Or else."

  Old Deng choked, and after a while he said, "Then am I going to quit my job and do it with you?"

   Zhang Xuan smiled happily, half-truth and half-hypothesis: "Are you serious?"

   Lao Deng bared his teeth and grinned: "I, Lao Deng, spit and nails every bite, and what I say will count. Unless you take the initiative to cancel the agreement."

   "How is that possible!" Zhang Xuan raised his voice and said, "Write your resignation letter first and wait for my notice."

   and then repeatedly asked: "Did you see Shuangling today?"

   Lao Deng replied, "I see. Xiao Du, Wen Hui, and the girl from Qingzhu stayed on the second floor for a while in the afternoon, and then left."

   After getting the exact news, Zhang Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lao Deng, so he returned to the second floor and entered the study.

   After the plane incident, he now has a full stomach to tell people.

   took out the suicide note he got from the flight attendant, unfolded it, and after a few seconds of silence, Zhang Xuan took a pen and started writing a letter to Mi Jian.

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