Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 46 Mom Causes Trouble, Dad Gets a Promotion

The next morning, Dong Chenggang didn't go to the Bureau of Commerce, but went directly to the town government.

The town mayor, surnamed Chen, was in his early fifties, with a round face. He spoke slowly and deliberately, but acted decisively.

When Dong Chenggang arrived, Mayor Chen was looking at documents. He smiled when he saw Dong.

"Old Dong, so early?"

"Mayor Chen, I have some good news to report to you."

"What good news? Sit down, sit down."

Dong Chenggang sat down and recounted the entire story of the Jiangdong Garment Factory.

Mayor Chen's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"You mean, someone's willing to take over?"

"Yes. He's a local from Jiangcheng. He made money investing in Shanghai and then came back to invest in his hometown."

Dong Chenggang gave a brief introduction to Wang Guanxi's situation, emphasizing that he had "strong financial resources".

Mayor Chen nodded and asked another question.

"Is this person reliable?"

"Reliable," Dong Chenggang said confidently. "His father is the deputy director of the development zone police station, named Wang Jiming. He's worked in the development zone for almost twenty years and has a very good reputation."

When Mayor Chen heard the name "Wang Jiming," he paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Wang Jiming? I know him. He's a master at solving cases, but he's too straightforward."

"Yes," Dong Chenggang continued, "His abilities are undeniable, but it's a bit of a waste that he's always been stuck in the position of deputy director."

Mayor Chen was a seasoned veteran, and he immediately understood Dong Chenggang's implication.

The Jiangdong Garment Factory has been a mess for a long time, but now a wealthy businessman who returned from Shanghai suddenly came to his door without saying a word and said he wanted to take it over. He even used Dong Chenggang's words to mention that his father was a deputy director. If he still couldn't do it, then he would have wasted all those years in the officialdom.

After a while, he looked up and asked:

"Shouldn't there be some adjustments at the Development Zone Police Station recently? Yan Zhaoxiong isn't young anymore, and he's been the station chief for so many years; it's time for a change."

"Old Dong, don't you think so?"

Dong Chenggang smiled knowingly: "Yes, it really is time for adjustments."

Before Dong Chenggang left, Mayor Chen didn't forget to give him one more instruction:

"Old Dong, keep a close eye on the Jiangdong Garment Factory matter. Make special arrangements to complete the procedures as soon as possible and help the workers get their wages back."

"Yes, Mayor Chen."

……

4 PM, town government meeting room.

Mayor Chen presided over the meeting, which was attended by the deputy secretary in charge of organization, political and legal officials, the director of the public security bureau, and the deputy minister of the organization department.

There was only one issue: the personnel adjustment of the director of the development zone police station.

Mayor Chen got straight to the point.

"Yan Zhaoxiong, from the Development Zone Police Station, will be expiring in two years. His work has been steady over the years, but he hasn't achieved anything particularly outstanding. The Development Zone is developing very well now, and we need someone more capable and motivated to take charge of public security."

He paused, then glanced around at everyone present.

"I propose that Deputy Director Wang Jiming be appointed as the director of the Development Zone Police Station. Let's discuss it."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

The law enforcement officials spoke first.

"I know Wang Jiming. He's very capable at solving cases, and the people in the development zone have a high opinion of him. But there's one problem: he's too straightforward and not very good at handling interpersonal relationships."

Mayor Chen waved his hand.

"When we hire people, we look at their abilities, not their social skills. There are more and more companies in the development zone now, and the pressure on public security is high. We need someone who can get things done and dares to get things done. Wang Jiming is more suitable than Yan Zhaoxiong in this regard."

The head of the Public Security Bureau also made a statement.

"Wang Jiming has been working for over 20 years, and his professional skills are beyond question. I'm confident in his ability to lead the work in the development zone if he becomes the director."

The deputy secretary nodded as well.

"I agree. Capable people should be given opportunities."

The deputy minister of the organization department flipped through the materials in his hand and looked up.

"I've reviewed Wang Jiming's resume. He served as deputy director for eight years, and before that, he was the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team. He has the qualifications and abilities. I have no problem with him."

Mayor Chen looked around, and no one objected.

"Then it's settled. The Organization Department will follow the procedures and issue the document as soon as possible."

The meeting lasted less than twenty minutes and passed unanimously.

……

at the same time.

Following the location sent by Wang Guanxi, Zhou Lijuan arrived at his company.

Standing at the entrance, she looked at the signboard of "Jiangcheng Guanxi Trading Co., Ltd." and felt a mix of emotions.

After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

The person who opened the door was Cecilia Cheung.

"I'm looking for Wang Guanxi; I'm his mother," Zhou Lijuan said.

Cecilia Cheung's expression immediately became polite, and she stepped aside.

"Hello, Auntie. Mr. Wang is on the phone inside. Please have a seat and I'll get you a glass of water."

Zhou Lijuan walked in and glanced around.

The office wasn't quite what she had imagined.

The sofa looked newly replaced, there was a potted green ivy on the coffee table, an abstract painting on the wall, dark gray blackout curtains, and a light-colored carpet on the floor.

Zhou Lijuan sat down on the sofa, and Xie Baizhi brought her a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

"Auntie, please wait a moment, Mr. Wang will be ready soon."

"Thanks."

Zhou Lijuan held her water glass but didn't drink it; her attention was completely drawn to the sounds coming from inside the office.

Wang Guanxi's office was at the very back, and the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack.

She was positioned so that she could hear him making a phone call.

"Yes, just send over the acquisition contract for Jiangdong Garment Factory tomorrow morning... I've prepared the workers' wages, which are over 3.7 million... Also, please attach the allocation documents for the 100 mu of land..."

Zhou Lijuan's hand trembled, and a little water spilled out.

Jiangdong Garment Factory?

The Jiangdong Garment Factory on the next street?

The Jiangdong Garment Factory, which owes wages to hundreds of workers, has been causing trouble for several months, and even the government can't do anything about it.

Which one is her son going to acquire?

He said he was "ready" to pay the workers' wages of more than 3.7 million?

Zhou Lijuan's mind was buzzing, and she didn't hear what was said after that.

About ten minutes later, the door inside opened.

When Wang Guanxi came out and saw Zhou Lijuan, he didn't show any particular expression on his face and greeted her in a lukewarm way.

"mom."

Edison Chen.

Zhou Lijuan stood up and forced a smile.

Wang Guanxi sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs and looked at her.

"What's the matter that made you come all this way?"

The tone of voice sounded alright; at least she called him "Mom."

Zhou Lijuan breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling that her son still had feelings for her.

She sat down opposite Wang Guanxi, paused for a moment, and began to speak:

"Son, you and your Uncle Cheng are very grateful to you for helping us pay back Hun Sen's money. We will always remember this."

Wang Guanxi remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Zhou Lijuan continued, "But as you know, after Meiwei broke the contract last time, the garment factory hasn't been able to recover its funds. The workers' wages are several months overdue, and your Uncle Cheng has already mortgaged our house, but it's still not enough..."

She paused, looking into Wang Guanxi's eyes.

"The main reason I came here is to borrow one million from you to pay off the workers' wages first. As long as this batch of goods is completed on schedule, we can get the funds back, and your Uncle Cheng said he would pay you back with interest."

After hearing this, Wang Guanxi laughed.

He leaned back on the sofa, looked at Zhou Lijuan, and asked a question.

"Mom, you didn't mention a word about transferring the factory to me."

Zhou Lijuan's face immediately turned red.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

Wang Guanxi didn't want to make things difficult for her and simply waved his hand.

"Forget about that. Mom, to tell you the truth, I recently acquired Jiangdong Garment Factory, and I'm out of funds."

Zhou Lijuan was stunned for a moment.

She had just overheard Wang Guanxi talking about Jiangdong Garment Factory on the phone, but hearing him confirm it with her own ears still shocked her.

"Jiangdong Garment Factory? The one on the next street?"

"right."

"That factory owes a lot of workers their wages, it's been several months, and it's caused a huge uproar. How much did you spend to acquire that factory?"

"Not much," Wang Guanxi said. "It's just paying back the workers' wages, more than 3.7 million."

Zhou Lijuan's mouth opened slightly.

Three million seven hundred thousand, and you call that "not much"?

She originally wanted to ask if she could borrow 500,000 yuan first, or even 300,000 yuan if necessary, or even 200,000 yuan.

But when she heard the number 3.7 million, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Someone just spent over three million to acquire a factory, and you turn around and ask for money, especially after agreeing to the transfer but then going back on your word.

Zhou Lijuan's face flushed red and then turned pale. She sat for a few seconds, then stood up.

"Well... alright then, Mom's leaving now."

"I'll have my secretary take you." Wang Guanxi stood up.

"No need, no need, I can go back by myself."

Zhou Lijuan grabbed her bag and quickly walked out of the office.

Xie Baizhi saw him to the door, glanced at Wang Guanxi, and Wang Guanxi shook his head, indicating that she didn't need to chase after him.

……

Zhou Lijuan left the office building and stood by the roadside. A cool breeze blew by.

After spacing out for a while, she took out her phone, called a car, and went directly to Chengda Garment Factory.

Cheng Wanhua was waiting for her in his office, with his cast still on and a bowl of cold instant noodles in front of him.

"How's it going? Did you manage to borrow the money?"

He asked impatiently.

Zhou Lijuan threw her bag on the table, sat down, and sighed.

He said he had no money.

"No money?" Cheng Wanhua's voice rose. "Your son drives a Cullinan, lives in Jiangcheng No. 1, and has a company. How could he be short of money?"

"He said he acquired Jiangdong Garment Factory for more than three million yuan."

Cheng Wanhua was stunned.

"Jiangdong Garment Factory? The one on the next street?"

"right."

Cheng Wanhua fell silent.

He knew about the Jiangdong Garment Factory; their wage arrears were even worse than his factory's, and the situation had been going on for months, causing headaches for the local authorities.

His stepson actually managed to take over this mess.

More than three million yuan, just spent like that?

Cheng Wanhua's expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth.

"He definitely still has money. If someone can spend over three million to acquire the Jiangdong Garment Factory, wouldn't they have money on hand?"

"He's unwilling to lend us the factory because we didn't agree to transfer it to him!"

Zhou Lijuan lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Cheng Wanhua got anxious, walked over, and slammed his uninjured hand on the table.

"Didn't you talk to him nicely just now? Didn't you say a few kind words to him?"

"I told him, but he said he had no money. What else could I do?" Zhou Lijuan's voice rose as well.

Cheng Wanhua was silent for a few seconds, his eyes darted around, and then he suddenly said something.

Cheng Wanhua was silent for a few seconds, his eyes darted around, and then he suddenly said something.

"If he's unwilling to lend it, then we'll go to his company and cause trouble."

Zhou Lijuan looked up and glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"Go ahead and make a scene." Cheng Wanhua's voice was low, but his tone was firm. "Just like the workers making a scene at our factory gate. Aren't you the boss? You think he'll ignore you if you throw a tantrum?"

"Cheng Wanhua, are you crazy? That's my son!"

"Only your son can help! If it's an outsider, making a fuss won't do any good." Cheng Wanhua squatted down and took Zhou Lijuan's hand. "Wife, I have no other choice. The local authorities only gave us one week. If we don't get the money within one week, the factory will be gone. If the factory is gone, we really will have nothing left."

Zhou Lijuan's tears fell again.

She wanted to say "no," and "I can't bear the shame."

But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Because she knew that Cheng Wanhua was telling the truth.

The factory is gone, everything is gone.

The house is gone, the job is gone, and Xiaojun's future is gone too.

Zhou Lijuan wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Wanhua's eyes lit up.

"We don't need too many people, just you, me, and a few workers. We'll go to his company's entrance and put up a banner. We don't need to say anything too harsh, just say that Wang Guanxi, as his son, is ungrateful and refuses to give you, his mother, any alimony."

He paused, then added.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fall out with him. I just want to put him in a tough spot and let him know that we really have no other choice."

Zhou Lijuan closed her eyes and nodded.

"Alright."

The voice was so soft it sounded like it was being squeezed out of the throat.

Cheng Wanhua stood up, a relieved expression on his face.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow morning, let's invite Xiao Zhou and the others to go together."

Zhou Lijuan didn't say anything more.

……

The news quickly reached the development zone police station.

Wang Jiming had just returned from a police call and had just taken a sip of water when he was called to the conference room.

The political commissar handed over a piece of paper with a smile.

"Congratulations, Lao Wang."

Wang Jiming looked down and saw the "Notice Regarding Comrade Wang Jiming's Appointment as Director of the Development Zone Police Station".

He was stunned.

"What... what's going on?"

The political commissar patted him on the shoulder.

"What else could it be? It's necessary for the job, and the organization trusts you. From today onwards, you are the director."

Wang Jiming held the paper, his mind buzzing.

He served as deputy director for eight years without being promoted, and he knew exactly why.

They don't know how to be socially adept, how to flatter, or how to get close to their superiors.

No matter how well the case is handled, it's useless.

He was almost ready to give up and was thinking of working until retirement.

As a result, it suddenly went up today.

"Where's Lao Yan?" Wang Jiming asked.

"Yan Zhaoxiong has been transferred to the bureau as a researcher, so it's a smooth transition."

Wang Jiming nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He carefully put the notice away, and said with a smile:

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

The political commissar smiled: "Of course."

……

That evening, Wang Jiming returned to his dormitory, smoked on the balcony, and stared blankly for a long time.

He couldn't understand why it had to be today of all days.

Yesterday he was the deputy director, and today he's the director.

There were no signs, no words, no foreshadowing.

Just like that, so suddenly.

He wanted to tell his son the good news, but he picked up his phone and then put it down again.

The last time the father and son met was at a breakfast shop, where he urged his son to get married, and the son said he knew.

Wang Jiming sighed. Since the divorce, he had no idea how to handle his relationship with his son.

Forget it, I'm not playing anymore.

Let's talk about it after I officially take office.