"Your Majesty! You're here! " Wang Mingshan led a group of provincial party committee cadres to line up in the provincial party committee's courtyard. When he saw Vézé's motorcade coming in, he went forward to welcome them.
Zuo Zongtang looked at the cadres standing neatly according to their height and was very impressed. These cadres all had military experience. Just by looking at their formation, he could tell that they were much neater than Zuo Zongtang's troops.
Without any complicated kneeling, Vézé went forward and shook hands with the comrades of the provincial party committee. Then, he said loudly, "Let's go to the meeting."
Zuo Zongtang originally thought that everyone would brag about their work achievements. He did not expect that as soon as he sat down in the conference room, the provincial party secretary, Wang Mingshan, would talk about the impact of Shanghai's rise on Guangdong. "Your Majesty … Commander in Chief! Shanghai has risen in the past two years. The shipyards and handicraft companies are competing with us. In recent years, only the heavy industry in Guangdong has been able to hold on, but the light industry is not. Commander in Chief, you can't be biased! "
These subordinates of Vézé actually knew that they should call Vézé Your Majesty, but Zuo Zongtang preferred to call him Military Governor Vaize. Compared to calling him Your Majesty, the Commander in Chief was obviously more intimate. Vézé never cared what others called him, and it was not known whether he was tolerant or indifferent.
After Wang Mingshan finished speaking, the Guangdong provincial party committee cadres expressed their agreement. The people in charge of various industries raised similar questions, from textiles to tea, from steel processing to glass production. After the rise of the Jiangnan region with Shanghai as the center, these areas did not have an easy time.
"Hasn't the migration to the South China Sea already begun? Guangdong is the closest industrial center to the South China Sea. What do you have to worry about?" Vézé asked.
"Commander in Chief, millions of people from Guangdong and Fujian have migrated, and they are all young people. We can't handle such a migration method. "Governor Pang Congcong began to complain.
Wang Mingshan continued, "I originally thought that migration could indeed relieve the population pressure in Guangdong, but now we know that too many migrants are also a big problem! We've already contacted Guangxi and asked them to send more immigrants. "
Zuo Zongtang was dumbfounded. Having too many people and too little land was a huge social problem. However, when the Restoration Party opened up territory in the South China Sea, there were problems caused by immigration. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Zuo Zongtang would have thought that it was ridiculous.
"How's the food problem?" Vézé did not answer directly. Instead, he asked about something he was more concerned about.
Pang Congcong replied, "Rations are still alright. With fewer people, naturally there will be less rations to eat. Now, the food transported from Vietnam and Siam was basically transported to Luzon and Lanfang. Luzon has started to transport coconuts to Guangdong, but Lanfang's supply of palm seeds is still insufficient. After all, it takes time to develop these things, so we have to accept it. "
At this point, Pang Congcong bit her lip slightly. She pondered for a while, mustered up her courage, and said, "Commander-in-Chief, the immigrants over there recently made a suggestion. I would like to share it with you."
"Well, tell me about it," Vézé said.
"Everyone wants to rent land in the South China Sea. The land is still used to open up rubber and palm plantations, but people don't want to work for the state-owned rubber and palm plantations. They want to rent a part of it. Every year, we buy rubber and palm seeds, and they pay taxes. The rest of the income goes to them. "Pang Congcong's voice was not loud. It seemed that she also knew about the problem of state-owned land.
Vézé knew that such a proposal would appear sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to appear so soon. Therefore, Vézé couldn't help but sigh and say, "I can understand what you're saying. I can even tell my comrades the pros and cons of these things, as well as the various possible developments."
"Why can't we accept the lease of land now? First, this land was arrived by our government with the immigrants. In order to maximize their own interests, every force will make their own attempts. As the government, what we have to do is very simple. Everything on this land must be under the control of the government. This is the government's choice. As private capital, their attitude is different from ours. Once there is a suitable profit, the capital will be bold. If there is a 10% profit, it will be guaranteed to be used everywhere. If there is a 20% profit, it will be active. If there is a 50% profit, it will take risks. For 100% profit, it will dare to trample on all human laws. For 300% profit, it will dare to commit any crime, even at the risk of being beheaded. "
Vézé's voice was clear, and his attitude was calm. The surrounding provincial party committee cadres were attracted by this confident and calm attitude, and they all listened to him. Except for the sound of the recorder's pen scratching on the paper, the conference room was silent.
"Before the government's functions are strengthened to a certain extent, I will not agree to the land lease. Of course, this doesn't mean that I will always agree with the state's control of everything, because state-owned enterprises also have their own problems. They are overstaffed, and the distribution system is often not so reasonable because of policy problems. However, the government's supervision can't be weakened. Once the government's supervision is weakened, there will be a group of rats inside the state-owned enterprises. They will madly turn the state-owned enterprises into their own money-making machines. They will eat the state's rice, ruin the state's industry, and find ways to get these things into their own pockets. This kind of people will definitely appear, and I will definitely not let them go! " Vézé described the affairs that he was very familiar with. Although his tone was full of mockery, it was far from the point of fear.
However, when this description reached the ears of the Guangdong provincial party committee, everyone's expression changed subtly.
"Since the commander-in-chief doesn't agree, this matter can be postponed," Pang Congcong replied. She said it straightforwardly, but Pang Congcong's expression didn't look very good.
Vézé also didn't want to say so much now. History had long proved that these management problems would definitely appear. As long as it was a social system of capital operation, these problems would begin to appear when industrial enterprises appeared. He smiled and said, "This time, I mainly came to see how the city construction in Guangzhou is doing. Now there are so many cities to be built, and Guangzhou is the most experienced city. These teams have to show their experience and lessons, and also have to support other cities in terms of personnel. We are very confident in all of you. "
At the mention of the city construction in Guangzhou, Pang Congcong and the others' expressions became much better. Building such a new city was really a great sense of achievement for everyone.
The day passed quickly, and in the evening, everyone finished their dinner. Pang Congcong said proudly, "Your Majesty, it's better to see the scenery from the iron tower at night."
"Then please lead the way, Governor Pang!" Vézé generously accepted Pang Congcong's invitation.
As soon as they arrived at the courtyard of the provincial party committee, Zuo Zongtang was dumbfounded. He had seen electric lights before, but he didn't expect that the iron tower would be so magnificent and bright after being covered with electric lights. The whole tower was flashing, and the stars in the night sky were overshadowed by it. When his eyes fell on the iron tower, he could no longer look away. It was so dreamy, but also so real.
When he climbed the tower himself, Zuo Zongtang found that there were not many lights. There was only one light every four or five meters. Although it was closer horizontally, there was still a distance of more than one meter. However, in the darkness of the night, the iron tower could be seen from afar, and its whole body was shining beautifully.
"If you want to see a thousand miles, go to the next level," Vézé said with a smile.
Although he used an ancient poem, it was very appropriate for the current situation, so everyone nodded and praised him. Indeed, as they climbed higher and higher, the entire night view of Guangzhou gradually appeared in front of them. There were street lights on all the streets, and there were lights in all the residential areas. It might not be so eye-catching during the day, but when the ordinary appearance of the houses was covered at night, and only the bright lights could be seen, everyone really felt the soul-stirring beauty. Even if they moved the Milky Way to the ground, they would not have such a feeling.
Zuo Zongtang held his breath and watched attentively. He never knew that a city at night could be so charming. Every light represented a family, and there were hundreds of thousands of families and millions of people in this city. Looking down from dozens of meters above the ground, Zuo Zongtang was speechless.
Vézé, who had already reached the top of the tower, laughed loudly. He read with his hands behind his back, "The east wind blooms a thousand trees in the night. The wind blows, and the stars fall like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of horses and carts. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance in the night. "
Zuo Zongtang had read Xin Qiji's poem, and he also knew that it was a poem that described the prosperity of Lin 'an during the Southern Song Dynasty. After listening to Vézé's poem, Zuo Zongtang found that he could not find a more suitable poem to describe the scenery at present.
"Commander-in-chief, what a good poem! Write it down, write it down! "Pang Congcong teased.
Vézé shook his hand. "This is Xin Qiji's Green Jade Case of the Southern Song Dynasty. I didn't write it."
Zuo Zongtang had long suspected Vézé's background. According to the intelligence, this man who came from Baise did not have any scholarly titles, nor did he have any records of being educated. Vézé might be literate, but the level of knowledge he displayed about poems and historical anecdotes could only be the result of reading poetry since young. Without a good education and the experience of repeatedly reading and appreciating poems, it would be impossible for him to recite the most suitable part of the scene when he saw the scenery.
The second half of the Green Jade Case was: "Moths of snow willow and golden threads, smiling and talking in secret fragrance. Searching for him in the crowd for thousands of times, he suddenly returns.
But that person is there, in the dim light. "
Compared to the radical and luxurious scenery in the first half, the second half of the poem was especially arrogant. If one only knew how to recite this poem, he would definitely recite it in its entirety. However, Vézé did not even mention the part that had nothing to do with the scenery in front of him. It was not that he did not know, but he knew that it would only spoil the scenery if he said it. Pang Congcong was the only female among the group of high-ranking officials!
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