Siheyuan: Since 51

It was the first time that everyone at the scene heard the detailed plan, and the high probability of success, and they all gasped.

The brigade commander's eyes widened, Uncle Li was no less shocked, and even the gentleman was stunned.

Only the old man winked and asked again.

"According to the plan, it's easy to take it, but it's too difficult to keep it. Without mentioning the recognition, Da Piaoliang alone has suffered such a big loss, and there will be endless troubles in the future. Tell me, what do you think?"

Things have come to this point, and Lin Zhiyuan no longer hides it.

"Yes, from the beginning to the end, my goal was the four islands. It was not just revenge, but also to kill one to warn the rest, to show the whole village.

The six arts of a gentleman also include charioteering and archery. Being easy-going does not mean being easy to bully. For some people, verbal warnings are of little use. Only when you see the serious consequences with your own eyes can you give up some of these little thoughts.

As for the four islands, what's the point of having them? Wouldn't it be better to push them back to the agricultural era?

The whole village meeting can make an agreement. Da Piaoliang can monitor it, and so can we.

If you want to argue, just argue. If you are not afraid of fighting, why are you afraid of quarreling?"

The old man thought about it for a moment and nodded.

"If that's all, it's fine. Da Piaoliang doesn't have that determination, but I'm afraid of repeating the path of the Russian bear."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't take it seriously, or rather, he had already thought it through.

"Don't worry, we will be gentle when necessary and tough when necessary. Besides, people tend to forget things that don't concern them, so they will just ignore them. For ten or eight years, no one will care except the four islands licking their wounds."

The old man agreed and asked again.

"The peninsula has changed from rice to mulberry, the four islands have been driven out of farming, and what about the Southeast Peninsula? What do you think? Don't tell me you don't have a plan, I don't believe it."

Lin Zhiyuan naturally understood the implicit expression of dissatisfaction, and immediately lit a cigarette and chuckled.

"Look at what you said. I didn't mean to hide it. This is just a matter of time. I want to push it forward first. If there is a chance, I will report to you."

The old man snorted in annoyance.

"Guess whether I believe it or not, let's talk about the Southeast Peninsula."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't feel embarrassed and spoke immediately.

"The village has been laid. When we get back to take care of the old nest, we will build a railway network and a port to lead them to a well-off life. As for those islands, as long as the ink is not in a mess, there won't be any waves."

The old man couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"One is chaos and the other is calm. It's a good plan. It penetrates the hinterland and cuts it in half. It takes the lead in economy and uses military force to deter. If our economy can be comparable to Da Piaoliang, it will be almost certain."

After that, he asked, "What about the west?"

Lin Zhiyuan blurted out, "Revisiting the Silk Road."

The old man nodded and waved his hand, "Okay, there's nothing for you to do now, go back to work."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned, "No, I just came back, can't I take a break for half a day?"

The brigade commander looked through the neighbors and figured it all out, so he immediately followed suit and waved.

"Go, go, go and be a cow or a horse. Don't disturb us while we are drinking tea and chatting."

Lin Zhiyuan was helpless, curled his lips, shook his head and sighed.

"Well, I was born with the body of a cow or a horse."

……

Special Economic Bureau.

From Pan Fei's office, in the west room of the main building in the central courtyard, voices were heard one after another.

"Director Pan, since the leader has asked you to make the decision, you should give me a firm answer. If we don't push forward the draft of the advertisement, the leader will probably scold us when he comes back."

"Yes, Director Pan, John Ke and Camel are representing Abdul and have been urging us to do this for more than half a year. We can't take it anymore. If we don't give an explanation, not only John Ke, but even Abdul will be angry. This is a big deal."

……

Pan Fei rubbed his head, looking worried.

"Okay, there's no need to rush. Changing orders overnight is a big taboo. Let's talk about the draft advertisement after the leader comes back.

As for Ke Yuehan and Abdul, they must be supported. We don’t understand what the leaders are doing or how they make decisions…”

While he was talking, he could faintly hear the voices of Bai Sha and Lin Zhiyuan, and he stood up suddenly.

"Don't make noise, it seems like you are the leader."

After saying that, he left everyone behind and trotted out the door.

When he saw Lin Zhiyuan, he hurriedly greeted him and complained to him.

"Boss, you are finally back. Mr.'s office asked the Special Economics Bureau to make the decision, but I don't understand..."

Before he could finish, Lin Zhiyuan smiled.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and hand it over to Sasha. I'll handle it."

After saying that, he walked straight into the office.

After making a cup of tea and reading the newspaper for a few minutes, Bai Sha came over with a stack of documents.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately put down the newspaper and waved.

"Let's hurry up and finish it as soon as possible so that we can go back and rest. My bones are hurting."

Bai Sha strolled around Pengcheng every day, which was not easy either. She also sat on a plane for half a day, so she was not much better than Lin Zhiyuan.

He pulled out a document and handed it over slowly.

"Please take a look at the draft advertisement first."

Lin Zhiyuan reached out to take it, lowered his head to check it, and after a few minutes, shook his head.

"Too much is as bad as too little. Don't you understand this principle? The original intention is to limit falsehood and exaggeration, not to kill it. If this continues, the advertising industry will be ruined, affecting TV stations and newspapers, and also hindering the economy."

As he spoke, he picked up the pen and began to annotate.

"You should also remember this. You can use metaphors and use them in a divergent way. As long as they have something to say, they can loosen up a little bit."

"Ok."

Bai Sha quickly finished recording, handed over another document and gave a brief narration.

“Since you were away, Director Pan didn’t quite understand, so John Ke and Abdul negotiated and came up with a preliminary plan for anchoring oil.

Camel agreed to only accept US dollars and RMB. US dollars will be used to purchase beautiful bonds, and RMB will be used to purchase our light industrial products..."

Lin Zhiyuan watched and listened.

"The plan is fine. It seems fair, but it's not. John Ke has a nice idea. Do you want to tie up the camel?"

After saying that, he asked casually.

"Did Abdul want to see me privately?"

Bai Sha couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, a little surprised.

"You are amazing. I have asked you countless times, but Director Pan has delayed for so long because he just wants to sit with you alone."

Lin Zhiyuan closed the document, spread his hands and chuckled.

"Nowadays, a camel is just like a child carrying gold in the market. There are many people who are eyeing it. Under the tyranny of Da Piaoliang, it is impossible for anyone to be willing to do so.

Besides, if we cross the pole, it will become one against one, and then one against two. If they don't try to have the best of both worlds, wouldn't they be fools?"

After saying that, he tapped the table with his fingertips.

"There is no time to delay this matter. Go and arrange a time to meet with John Ke first, then meet with the prince, and then the three parties will go through the formalities."

Baisha nodded with a smile, "I see. How long will the interval be?"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand, "No need, three consecutive days will do."

Baisha nodded, changed the document and continued reporting.

"Okay, regarding the ink pad, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu have developed rapidly, and the government office has the secret support of Da Piaoliang, but they are still being beaten back step by step. They are willing to seek peace and think about merging and reorganizing."

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes lit up and his mind moved as he blurted out the answer.

"Talk and fight at the same time, maintain a balance, and want to develop peacefully and realize his grand dream. What's more, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu's makeshift team may not be able to play tricks."

Bai Sha agreed, then frowned slightly.

"The last matter is a bit serious. Chilvo returned to Mo City to report on his work not long ago. I heard that he was poisoned and almost died."