Free Web NovelChapter 375: Chapter 305 Report_2
"But Boss Wu is now having a headache over this year’s equipment tender meeting. The upgrade of the Second Squadron was his proposal after all, so we can’t make it difficult for him, understand?"
Fang Huai nodded.
Boss Wu was the driving force behind the squadron’s upgrade. If he felt overwhelmed, the whole thing could fall apart.
This year’s equipment bidding meeting, he knew, would be held in mid-July. It would be a grand event hosted at the Training Base; over a dozen large domestic and international firefighting equipment manufacturers would be present, introducing fire trucks and equipment. The samples alone filled the entire Playground.
In his previous life, he had just been transferred to the Base and had witnessed all this.
This was a major upgrade of the entire brigade’s equipment, happening only once every three or four years. It was definitely a top priority.
There was an order to everything.
Fang Huai looked at Cao Yi and then, with a somewhat rascal smile, said,
"Instructor, we really don’t understand budgeting and can’t make decisions on that, but we have to stick to the plan.
If there’s anything the squadron can do to help, we will support it for sure.
But as for the money, you are the Big Team’s secretary; it should be you who comes up with solutions, right?"
As soon as the Instructor heard this, he touched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly,
"Alright, alright, go ahead! I don’t need you telling me to figure it out. Do you expect me to go find sponsors and raise funds on my own? Should I call Director Fang from Huali Electric and ask if he can sponsor five million in advance?"
Fang Huai’s mouth twitched.
He had just called his father the day before to inquire; this month, the share from the ringtone business was gradually increasing, possibly reaching seven or eight million, and with the increasing popularity of "The Temptation of Lang" and "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," the Ringtone Company even hoped to connect with some online music platforms. The money was truly rolling in.
However, a significant portion of it would have to be given to Chen Cang as a middleman fee. Once Chen Cang had collected a total of twenty million, the share from the ringtones would significantly increase.
He feared that once his father had money on hand, he’d get carried away.
He had just told his father not to squander money anymore and to focus on developing the household appliance market first. They needed to move away from "living off songs" and, aligning with the "Household Appliances to the Countryside" policy, set up direct-operated stores in Sichuan’s towns and villages from 2008 to early 2013, aiming for a five-year leasing period. At the same time, they were to negotiate with Chongqing Changhong, Supor, Gree Haier, and Hisense about sales agency matters.
These appliance giants were suffering this year.
The impact on their stock prices hadn’t peaked yet, but come the second half of the year, with the Financial Tsunami hitting, the market would see a drop close to 70% compared to the previous year, the international market would be dismal, exports nearly halted, and unsold appliances piling up, leaving everyone in despair.
Many agents, unable to foresee the power of "Household Appliances to the Countryside," were bowing out.
The terms of agency contracts would also be most favorable at that time.
Moreover, establishing stores in towns required financial strength and a lot of time. Being among those who first grasped the "Household Appliances to the Countryside" policy and possessing some financial power to get into the bonus period meant easy money.
At this point, not a penny could go to waste. With incoming revenue and back-end support, they could quickly seize the agency sales market and maximize profits.
His father had spent over a million on donations to the earthquake area, which couldn’t be helped, and he didn’t complain. But for the following year, they would have to tighten their belts.
Donating money?
Impossible. Let alone five million, even giving fifty thousand would require careful consideration.
As he thought this, Fang Huai said with a forced smile, "Hey, Instructor, my dad just donated another million-plus in Yingxiu. There’s no surplus in the landlord’s house! Give me a few years, once my dad has money, I’ll have him donate all the expansion fees for the First Squadron! We can even put a swimming pool in the squadron!"
Not a penny at hand, but it was okay to brag a bit.
Old Teacher He’s eyes bulged when he heard this and exclaimed,
"In a few years? In a few years, I’ll have transferred out. You might as well have him donate a swimming pool to my house!"
Although he said it in jest, hearing about "another donation of over a million," he was inwardly impressed. frёewebnoѵēl.com
This kid joined the military to experience life.
And what an experience it was—achieving something one in ten thousand couldn’t.
First Class Merit in the first year! Tangjia Mountain—that was a big deal, and he made it happen!
Considering Fang Huai’s short service, even Master He couldn’t claim this talent was fostered by the military.
Director Fang, this old soldier, although simple and unadorned, really has a way with teaching his son.
The two behind him were also solemn at heart. They hadn’t expected that they had gone to Hanwang, gone to Beichuan, but the one place they hadn’t been, the one they couldn’t stop thinking about, Yingxiu—his dad had gone there and even donated so much supplies, and these past few days, he hadn’t mentioned it even once.
His girlfriend was also in Hanwang, earnestly caring for those children.
When they exited the highway toll station, the toll collector’s words "The people of Sichuan thank you" were truly deserved by Fang Huai and his family.
What nobody knew was that Fang Huai’s dad was still in the earthquake area, shouting "I am a discharged soldier," helping the displaced people set up tents and collecting debris from the destroyed houses.
Kindness and responsibility really do have a legacy; Fang Huai had no ability in his past life, but in this life, some legacies awakened.
"Hey, Instructor, where’s your house? I’ll arrange a swimming pool for you!" Fang Huai chuckled.
Old Teacher He gave him a glare.
"I’m just joking! My little house— if you send me a bathtub, I still need to see if there’s even space to put it!
Alright, I’ll communicate this plan with the leadership first, and if the opportunity is right, I’ll submit it!"
Listening to this, an idea flashed across Fang Huai’s mind, and he smiled, "Instructor, if you put it that way, actually, since everyone is in the provincial city... ’accidentally’ running into Boss Wu and talking about some immature ideas shouldn’t be a problem, right?
If Boss Wu thinks it’s immature, we’ll find a way to improve it, but if he thinks it’s mature, it can be reported right away."
Master He listened and rubbed his head again.
"Sss... you little..."
After pondering for a long while, he looked up, waved his hand, "Alright! Do I need you to teach me how to do things? This matter is not as simple as you said! Go, go, go, back to the Squadron, get some good rest!"
The three of them were reluctant but had to stand at attention:
"Yes!"
Exiting the office, Fang Huai was the last to leave, closing the door behind him.
The two guys ahead had walked a few steps and were about to speak to Fang Huai, but they saw him sneaking around by the door, not moving at all.
The two of them saw the situation, furrowed their brows, and were about to step forward to admonish Fang Huai.
Seeing them approach, Fang Huai lifted his hand and made a "shush" gesture toward them.
...
A minute later, all three were crouching by the door.
This time, Fang Huai wasn’t being foolish; he didn’t stand at the door but pulled the two guys to the side by the door frame.
Inside came the vigorous voice of Old Teacher He on the phone.
"Ah, Old Han.
"I remember... Isn’t Boss Wu coming to the Base for an on-site meeting soon?"
"Oh... right! The 30th! I completely forgot!"
"No, not at all, I have something here, I need to report to Boss Wu."
Inside, there was the sound of a bench being moved.
Fang Huai’s heart raced, and he quickly waved his hand.
Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
The three of them ran off at speed.
He Yongjun, who was getting up to pour water while on the call, heard the messy footsteps outside, hurriedly opened the door, and just saw the three people running down the stair entrance, he bellowed angrily:
"F*cking hell! What the hell are you doing?! Halt!"
"... No, didn’t scold you!"
