Chapter 1869

Chapter 1869: Chapter 1869

Cultural Industrial Park, located on the west side of Wensong District, with a river nearby, is also referred to as West River.

This area used to be rural, with large expanses of farmland.

Under government planning, the previous self-built houses and rundown neighborhoods encountered an unprecedented wave of relocation.

A large number of ordinary people received relocation compensations that they could never earn in a lifetime, creating countless millionaires, even multimillionaires.

Among these people, some used the relocation money to start companies, getting rich.

Some changed their residences, put money in the bank to earn interest, and lived the lives of wealthy families.

But more people, suddenly rich from poverty, failed to resist material desires and squandered millions in just a few years.

Later, there was a group of people who specifically targeted relocation households and developed various tactics.

Right after getting the relocation money, someone would come by to recommend luxury car insurance...

Now, as you gaze over West River Industrial Park, it’s all tall buildings.

Blue sky, white clouds, clean asphalt roads, and tightly locked shop fronts along the street.

The streets are sparsely populated, with few cars.

This is the current scene of the Industrial Park.

As they drove through the Industrial Park, they hardly saw anyone for half a day; the office buildings were deserted, and looking up, only sporadic floors had visible human activity.

The Industrial Park is large, yet driving around it doesn’t take long as there’s not much to see.

Upon returning from the Industrial Park, Du Qin said, "If there’s anything the City Government needs me to do over here, I’ll definitely cooperate, but I still hope Mayor Zhu can convey my suggestions to Mayor Wu."

Zhu Shixian smiled and nodded, though her smile was a bit forced.

The current state of the Industrial Park left her completely without confidence.

Just how many companies need to be attracted to invigorate such a large Industrial Park?

Moreover, it’s not just about companies moving in; there’s not even a decent supermarket nearby, and after work, there are no entertainment projects or shopping places.

Back at City Government, the three of them went together to Wu Qiangwei’s office to report the situation.

At the same time, they conveyed what Du Qin had said.

Wu Qiangwei was unaffected, she simply said she understood, and asked Song Guanchao to stay as she had words for him.

After Zhu Shixian and Zhou Xingjian left, Song Guanchao said, "I’ve visited West River, there’s not much buzz, but the place is large enough. I’ll contact those Pinghai companies later, ask them to take the lead first."

"Next, I’ll think of a way to set up a supermarket and add a few bus routes. The subway line is currently in a shutdown state, so there’s no hurry to open it; we’ll wait until more companies move in and then open it."

Seeing him speak methodically, clearly having a concrete plan, Wu Qiangwei felt a bit more settled.

"I’m going to Gusu in a couple of days, call me if there are any issues here."

"What for?"

"I heard that several foreign enterprises are planning to pull out of Gusu, I want to try and see if I can invite those foreign enterprises to Jiangzhou."

She couldn’t rely entirely on Song Guanchao, moreover, networking and identity are key in attracting investments.

For instance, the foreign enterprise she’s about to visit, if Song Guanchao went, he might only meet managerial-level leaders.

After all, Song Guanchao himself is just a director, the chairman wouldn’t meet him personally.

But she’s different.

Song Guanchao thought for a moment and said, "You going directly, won’t it reflect poorly?"

Not to mention the company hasn’t left yet, even if it has moved, where have you seen the top local leader rush over directly?

If the leaders in Gusu find out, will they be pleased?

Wu Qiangwei said, "At times like this, whether it reflects poorly or not isn’t a concern."

Song Guanchao said, "It’s better to be tactful; I suggest you don’t go directly. It’d be best to find an intermediary to liaise first and meet somewhere else."

Although the foreign enterprise plans to leave, when such matters spread, they’re bound to be embellished.

"Find someone else." Song Guanchao said, "Or contact them by phone first; you shouldn’t go directly."

He felt Wu Qiangwei was handling this situation inappropriately.

Wu Qiangwei pondered for a moment, not too insistent, and asked, "Who do you think is suitable to go?"

Song Guanchao said, "Someone within the system is naturally inconvenient. Find an agent, they’ll be professional."

"An agent..." Wu Qiangwei seemed a little troubled.

If her family weren’t pushing her to go on blind dates, she might as well have her family introduce someone directly.

An introduction from family elders would certainly be reliable, no need to worry.

But last New Year, she had just refused a marriage prospect her family introduced, wanting to prove her capability, even if Secretary Gao were to leave Nanjiang, she could still hold the position of City Secretary.

Thus, she wouldn’t go to her family again.

Song Guanchao noticed her predicament and said, "I’ll find an agent."

"You?"

"What, don’t trust me?" Song Guanchao said, "Don’t worry; I’m reliable in my work, leave it to me."

Wu Qiangwei softly acknowledged, unable to suppress a smile; suddenly she felt a reliance, that everything was arranged by Song Guanchao.

"I’ll go first, after finding someone I’ll inform you."

"Hmm... Do you have dinner plans tonight?" Wu Qiangwei asked.

Song Guanchao, having just lifted his bottom, sat back down, capturing a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Thinking about it, it seemed he hadn’t visited her for a while.

Lately, right after work, he’d head to Wu Yun’s rental apartment.

Originally, Wu Yun came over, but one day he was suddenly struck by a sense of crisis, worrying that Liang Jiajia might abruptly return for a surprise check.

From then on, Song Guanchao started running to Wu Yun’s place.

"Yes." Song Guanchao nodded.

However the evening is managed, it must be cleared to spend time with her.

Wu Qiangwei beamed with a smile, "Go on with your work then."

Leaving the office, Song Guanchao pulled out his phone and found Cai Zixiang’s number.

An agent he indeed did not know, but he could find an introduction.

Chairman Gu’s secretary on Hong Kong Island had significant influence both domestically and abroad; the agents she dealt with were certainly numerous, moreover, of high quality, professional without doubt.

As his finger hovered over the number, ready to dial, a slender figure suddenly emerged from an office on the side and strode quickly towards him.

"Director Song." Jiang Yiren’s pleasant voice entered his ears.

Song Guanchao turned off his phone screen and looked at her.

Today she wore khaki dress pants with stretchable fabric, clinging to her thighs and hips, a white shirt tucked into her waistband, creating a petite waist that could be wrapped by just two hands.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat single ponytail, making her look heroic, emitting a charming youthful vigor.

Song Guanchao swept a glance at her, nodded with acknowledgment, his pace not stopping as he continued towards the stairs.

Jiang Yiren took small strides to follow, saying, "My dad wants to invite you for dinner."

"What’s the matter?" Jiang Zhengdong doesn’t invite without reason, a dinner invitation usually means one of two things: either there’s a business matter requiring his appearance, or it’s his already divorced wife Yu Susu looking for him.

Nowadays, Song Guanchao consciously avoids contact with Yu Susu.

Sometimes he feels like his belt is too loose, any harmlessly charming woman casually emits a bit of allure, and he’s tempted.

Reflecting back now, he somewhat regrets forming a relationship beyond friendship with Yu Susu.

Mostly because Yu Susu is Jiang Yiren’s aunt.

This relationship, the more he thought about it afterwards, the more awkward it felt.

"Nothing much, just wants to thank you."

"No need..." Song Guanchao initially wanted to refuse, but thought of the agent matter.

Perhaps it’s not necessary to trouble Cai Zixiang for now.

If Jiang Zhengdong could take on the role, it’d be even more convenient.

Thinking this, Song Guanchao nodded and said, "What time?"