Chapter 17 Plan ()

"The rat group in the Qinba Mountains has collapsed!" This is the title of the social news page of the Zhongjiang Evening News on October 8. Under this eye-catching title, a reporter signed by Zhang Yue happily wrote:

"...After the Municipal Forestry Bureau released rat killers twice, the rat group that was rampant in the mountains has been basically eliminated. In Yingdang Valley and Moyunling, the ground is full of killing rat corpses, with an estimated number of tens of thousands. According to the relevant person in charge of the Municipal Forestry Bureau, they will, with the cooperation of the Environmental Protection Bureau, properly handle these rat corpses in deep pits to avoid causing plague in the mountains. In addition, the person in charge also revealed that after the rat group is eliminated, the municipal government will lift the mountain blockade order in the near future..."

Mayor Jiang put down the newspaper and breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that the rat group was not that difficult to deal with, and he easily eliminated the rats with rat killing agents. Thinking about the situation where the municipal government was facing a great enemy a few days ago - it was an emergency meeting, a mountain closure, and a financial allocation to set up a special account for rat-killing. Of course, these measures are not unnecessary, but... is it necessary to make the atmosphere so tense? A few rats were so upset? Or was the scholar misleading people! Professor Lin... Authoritative zoology? Mayor Jiang shook his head and threw the newspaper into the pile of waste documents...

Song Qinghe was also reading this report. However, his eyes were staring at the scene photos posted by the reporter. The black and fluffy dead mice looked shocking. Is this the fearful group of rats in the mountains? Think about how crazy they were when they met the group of rats! How arrogant they were! They shook the earth and roared, like a flood and waves, and like a tsunami and huge waves that made the world shine! However, they were so fragile that humans quickly destroyed just by putting a little rat killer. Did they think the harm of the group of rats too seriously? In front of powerful humans, rats may be just an insignificant creature, and even if the number is amazing, it is difficult to fight against humans.

Song Qinghe called Lin Yusen again. The teacher on the other end of the phone scolded Song Qinghe without hesitation:

"Song Qinghe, why are you so confused?! 50,000 rats and billions of rats are completely two concepts! Quantitative change will inevitably lead to qualitative change! Now we can use rat killers to eliminate rats. What if the entire mountainous area is full of rats? Will there be a layer of rat killers in the entire mountainous area? How many rat killers are needed? 1 million tons or 10 million tons? Regardless of whether the government can acquire so many rat killers in time, even if there are, can millions of tons of rat killers be placed in the mountainous area? Such huge chemicals precipitated in the soil of the mountain will inevitably lead to a terrible ecological disaster! The entire mountainous area will not grow, and when the rainy season reaches the mountain surface, mudslides will become disasters! Then millions of tons of chemicals flow into the Huangjiang River again, and hundreds of millions of people in the six provinces along the river will have no water available in the next few decades! Do I continue to talk about it? Hum?"

Song Qinghe was already sweating and sweating.

"By the way, did the newspaper tell you how many bamboo forests in the western mountainous areas now have 'opened early'?" Lin Yusen asked.

Song Qinghe sighed and said, "No, the newspaper did not mention this issue at all. When Secretary Wan called me last time, he didn't say he wanted to investigate this matter."

There was a long silence on the phone. After a long time, Lin Yusen whispered: "Let's do it first."

The phone hung up, and Song Qinghe's mood became very bad.

In a bar in Xicheng District, Song Qinghe picked up a glass of beer and drank it all.

Liu Xiao looked at Song Qinghe and smiled: "Is there anyone who invites someone to drink like this? You have already started drinking before I serve the glass."

Song Qinghe narrowed his eyes and glared at Liu Xiao: "If you want to drink, you can't serve the glass? Do you really treat yourself as a guest?" Song Qinghe picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it again.

"Dedede, I understand why you invited me to drink. It turns out that I am just a drinker." Liu Xiao murmured and picked up the bottle and poured wine for himself.

Song Qinghe laughed and pointed at Liu Xiao with his fingers and said, "That's right. People should not take themselves too seriously! What does there is a saying? Face is given by others, but face is lost by oneself. If you take yourself too seriously, you will be the one who suffers the loss in the end."

"It's okay to let me accompany you to drink!" Liu Xiao said with a glass of wine, "I'm just a table, well, you have to tip me."

Song Qinghe was stunned, and his red eyes looked at Liu Xiao: "Do you want money? Do you like money very much?"

"Of course, who doesn't like money?"

Song Qinghe tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly grinned: "Then I will show you a way of wealth. Are you interested?"

Liu Xiao opened his mouth wide, as if he had swallowed a big duck egg. After a while, he said, "Dr. Song, you an expert in animal research, can actually guide others to make money - I heard it wrong, right?"

Song Qinghe smiled proudly, picked up the bottle and poured wine for himself: "You are not interested, just pretend I have never said it."

Liu Xiao quickly grabbed the wine glass from Song Qinghe's hand and said with a smile: "Who said I'm not interested? I'm very interested in the financial path you gave to Dr. Song. Well, let's listen."

"A relative of me opened a chemical factory, and the operation is quite normal. The chemical factory has assets of 30 million and the debt is 25 million. Recently, my relative is going abroad, so I want to transfer the factory. The transfer fee is only 1 million. Are you interested?" Song Qinghe looked at Liu Xiao and asked.

Liu Xiao sighed, with a look of disappointment that could not be concealed: "Old Song, we are old classmates, so I dared to say a few words to you - you are not suitable for economics at all. Well, the assets of 30 million yuan and the debt is 25 million yuan, which looks very profitable, but how is the value of the assets evaluated? How much cash can be sold when actually sold? These are all big problems. If we get this factory with 1 million yuan of cash, how to operate it will be a bankrupt within a few days. The final liquidation will be a situation of insolvency. We can't find a place to cry! To be honest, I have seen many tricks of cheating and cashing out in shopping malls - I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running..."

Song Qinghe looked at Liu Xiao with a smile, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. After Liu Xiao finished speaking, he slowly said: "What you said makes sense, but we plan to buy this factory and not its assets, but something else."

"What?" Liu Xiao asked in confusion.

"Production line!" Song Qinghe said calmly: "Two imported production lines that can produce rat killing agents on a large scale!"

Liu Xiao's eyelids twitched, and his expression seemed to be moving.

"Next year, if bamboo blooms at the mountainous areas of Zhongjiang City at the same time, a huge group of rats will be produced. At that time, the only effective countermeasure for the government is to mass-produce rat killing agents in the mountainous areas. This time, in order to kill tens of thousands of rats, the government has put dozens of tons of rat killing agents in the mountainous areas. What if it is 1 billion rats? How many tons of rat killing agents will be? So, in the next year, it is certain that the government's purchase of rat killing agents will be an astonishing number! It can even be said that the government will purchase as many as there are no hesitation. This will inevitably lead to a sharp increase in the price of rat killing agents. If we take this factory, start to stock up on raw materials and accumulate inventory, and when the government starts purchasing, we will sell hundreds of thousands of tons of rat killing agents and make tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of profits!" Song Qinghe looked at Liu Xiao and asked Youran: "How is it? Are you interested in this kind of transaction that makes a profit without losing money?"

Liu Xiao rubbed his hands, looking crazy excited. He sincerely exclaimed: "Gao! It's really high! I really didn't expect that Dr. Song could come up with such a trick to make money!" As he said that, he reached out and slapped himself: "Look at my pig's mouth, I was humming just now, why are you not suitable for economic development! I'll be anxious if anyone says you don't have an economic mind in the future!"

Song Qinghe smiled bitterly: "There is no way to come up with this solution. Now who will take the rat damage next year seriously in Zhongjiang? No one even conducted an investigation into the "early opening" of bamboo forests in the western mountainous areas. What I and my teacher are worried about is that if the rat population is flooded, where can the government rush to purchase enough rat killers? The dozens or millions of tons of rat killers are produced by factories across the country for several months, and the rats will pounce on Zhongjiang city in a few months!"

Liu Xiao took a sip of the wine silently, and the cold beer slid across his tongue with a bitter taste.

"What we can do now is to do our best to make some preparations. When disasters come in the future, if we can die less and suffer less losses due to our efforts, the teacher and I will be very satisfied. Making money is a secondary issue." Song Qinghe sighed long.

Liu Xiao was completely moved.

"So, when I encountered this opportunity, my teacher and I took out all my wealth. The teacher had 300,000 yuan, but I only had 200,000 yuan. You can only find a way to find a way for the remaining 500,000 yuan." Song Qinghe looked at Liu Xiao with a hug.

"No problem!" Liu Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "I have sold the house and sold it to the point of making up the 500,000 yuan."

"But," Song Qinghe frowned: "We want to stockpile raw materials and accumulate hundreds of thousands of tons of rat killing agents, which requires huge funds..."

Liu Xiao thought bitterly for a long time, then suddenly slapped the table: "Let's go to get a loan and go to raise funds! I try my best to get the money out."

The two of them drank a few more glasses of wine and gradually became a little drunk.

"Old Song," Liu Xiao suddenly asked stutteredly, "There is a question I want to ask you - do you think we should hope that the bamboo forests in the mountains will bloom or not? Well, if they don't bloom, we will go bankrupt - our hard-earned money is not easy; if they bloom? Although we can make a fortune, many people will definitely die from making this fortune - we always feel a little too... "

Song Qinghe smiled bitterly and speechlessly...
Chapter completed!