Chapter 417: Mercedes-Benz has changed generations!
"I don't advise you to do this."
Fang Xiang hesitated for a moment and replied.
"How to say?"
Liu Qiwen's eyebrows raised slightly.
“Let me put it this way, you want to conduct a pilot project.
I’m afraid they are planning to do it in the entire Pudong, or even the entire Shanghai Stock Exchange?
The upstream and downstream of real estate involve hundreds of industries.
Let’s not talk about whether you are planning to do it in the entire Shanghai Stock Exchange, just consider the current scope of Pudong.
Have you ever calculated how much cement, sand, gravel, steel bars, glass, workers, machinery and equipment are needed?
You have planned several hundred square kilometers for Pudong. If you calculate the supply for just the framework road network, I'm afraid you will need all the small cement and brick factories in East China to supply you, right?"
Fang Xiang looked up and walked to the map of Pudong New Area hanging on the wall. He picked up a stick placed below and pointed at the map.
“And there are supporting facilities as well.
As for water and electricity, these basically require one or two provinces to fully devote themselves to producing accessories for you.
After the road network is completed, what about the basic supporting facilities?
Hospitals, schools, government enterprises, institutions and agencies, all of them need to build buildings and have these small materials.
These demands can support countless factories in several provinces in East China for several years!
But if you want to carry out a pilot project, do you think those people will build the infrastructure you require first, or will they build commercial housing?
Even a fool knows that commercial housing can be sold and make a profit.
But if I give you 10 billion, is it for them to make money from the people?
Or are we giving you money to develop the economy and become the economic engine of East and South China?"
As Fang Xiang spoke, he turned to another map and drew a circle for the entire East China Plate.
“Real estate makes money quickly, but it does so at the expense of ordinary people’s wallets.
Yes, ordinary people need to improve their current housing needs, but how many of them really have housing needs?
How many of them are bought out of vanity or to follow the trend?
If you can't afford it, do you need to borrow money? Where can you borrow it? From relatives or friends? Which relatives or friends can you borrow from?
Borrow from the bank? Does the bank have that much money to lend?
The interest rate is so high now, it is almost equivalent to usury. Do you want to develop the economy or do you intend to oppress the people and exploit them?
Using the money extorted from the people to bolster your own political achievements?"
After Fang Xiang put down the stick in his hand, he turned and looked at Liu Qiwen.
"I..."
Liu Qiwen was suddenly speechless.
"You are a member of the Communist Party, you are the heaven of the people, and you are the parent official of millions of people!
We should not just focus on the small piece of land in front of us, and we should not be pushed to the forefront by so-called experts and connections.
If you do this, you will be the one to bear the blame, and they will eat the fat meat, you... "
Fang Xiang looked at Liu Qiwen, who was ten years older than him, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Think about it yourself."
Looking at Liu Qiwen who was speechless, Fang Xiang shook his head and left the office directly.
"Professor, where are we going?"
When I walked downstairs, my BMW immediately spotted me coming down the stairs.
The car stopped in front of him, and Secretary Xiao Li got out and opened the door.
Xiao Li asked this question only after Fang Xiang got on the car.
"Go to Shanghai Auto."
After Fang Xiang got into the car, he closed his eyes and pinched his nose.
He didn't believe that Liu Qiwen couldn't see these things, but when the wind blew in his ears for a long time, he was afraid that he would be moved.
In 83, Fang Xiang demonstrated in front of the whole country that real estate can make money in Chengdu.
He did everything to perfection, and even the farmers who were relocated gave him a thumbs up and said hello to him.
But that was gained at the expense of Great Wall Real Estate!
Actually, it’s not right to say that we lost money. Didn’t we still make 30 million in the end?
If we follow the normal business process, we can make hundreds of millions! That’s hundreds of millions in 83!
Even now in 87, money has gradually begun to depreciate. In 83, most people's wages were still in the dozens of yuan range, but now the average wage is basically over yuan.
Anyone who is a black person and has not had his conscience eaten by dogs dares to engage in real estate in Pudong New Area.
Even if Fang Xiang closed his eyes and calculated, he could figure out a profit of tens of billions!
But why didn't Fang Xiang do it? Isn't it because he didn't want to touch the money in the pockets of ordinary people?
Whether making money in Hong Kong or abroad, Fang wants to feel at ease.
But in China, Fang Xiang cannot do such a thing. In order to speed up economic development, he even does not hesitate to use the money he earned abroad to subsidize the country.
What I'm afraid of is those people who only care about what's under their butts messing around.
Unexpectedly, my eldest brother-in-law was the first to bring it up...
But it's true. Real estate is something I created myself. All over the country, everyone thinks that he is the originator of real estate and no one understands real estate better than me.
In addition, Great Wall Industrial has built assets worth hundreds of billions of yuan in real estate in Hong Kong Island.
You want to leverage your influence, abilities, funds, and connections, but more importantly, you value your own voice, right?
Fang Xiang quickly figured out the clues.
In fact, real estate economy is not necessarily a bad thing. It just depends on who does it, how it is done and how it is done.
The domestic economy is just starting to take off now, and people have no money in their pockets. Even if we extort money from them, we won’t get any profit.
It is nothing like the later generations, when the economy took off and the profits were worth trillions of dollars. . .
"Okay, Professor."
Secretary Xiao Li responded immediately and nodded to the driver.
Yes, the previous secretary Xiao Cheng has been placed by Fang Xiang in Luoqi as an engineer.
After Xiao Cheng and Yang Jingjing got married last year, Fang wanted to arrange for them to work directly in Luoqi so that they could be closer to home.
The current secretary is Xiao Li, who just graduated a year ago.
And Fang Xiang also placed his previous assistant Xiao Qi in GAC.
Soon, the BMW drove into the new GAC factory in Pudong.
"Little Junior Brother, come quickly. I got this year's best Pu'er tea. How about you help me taste it?"
Soon after entering the office, Cao Tianwei quickly grabbed a jar and started making tea.
"Why did you change to Pu'er tea? Didn't you like jasmine tea before?"
Fang Xiang picked up the simply packaged paper can and looked at it curiously.
"It's getting cold, so drinking some black tea will warm your stomach.
This was sent to me by your old classmate.”
Cao Tianwei picked up the thermos and filled the white porcelain teacup with water.
Soon, a mellow and rich fragrance spread.
"Who, Wu Chang sent it?
Hey, I say, this is not the way you drink Pu'er tea..."
When Fang Xiang saw it, he immediately burst out laughing.
Cao Tianwei probably had never drunk Pu'er tea. He thought it was the same as jasmine tea, which could be brewed in a large bowl and then drunk.
As a result, the water in the teacup has turned into oil, black and you can’t see anything.
"Hey, who is like you, being so particular about drinking tea?"
Cao Tianwei, however, didn't care. He picked up the teacup, blew away the hot steam, and took a sip.
"Tsk tsk, you know what, it tastes quite good."
Cao Tianwei took a small sip, rinsed it in his mouth, and then swallowed it in one gulp.
"What's the difference between this and drinking soy sauce?"
Fang Xiang picked up the teacup, smelled it, and looked disgusted.
“Let’s not talk about this.
Junior brother, we have been waiting for the new BMW for more than two years. When will it be on the market?
Can you give me a definite answer?"
Cao Tianwei glanced at the teacup that Fang Xiang had pushed aside, but didn't mind. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket.
I ordered one for Fang Xiang.
"Bens isn't in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"
Fang Xiang took a puff of his cigarette, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.
"Inside news! Mercedes-Benz is about to be replaced!
The current w126 will soon become an old model! "
Unexpectedly, Cao Tianwei smiled and pulled open the drawer, pulled out a document from it, and pushed it over.
