Chapter 810

"So... Do you want to drive the economy of Honglin city through Linhu city?" Cao Xinmin shook his head in disappointment. He thought Shen Dapeng would put forward some good suggestions. Unexpectedly, he was still tangled with the problem of the airport.

"Is Honglin city necessarily related to the ecological park? It seems has the final say that the construction and development of the ecological park is the result of Cao Shushu and your aunt's company. The hotel is good or the scenic spot is worth mentioning. After that, it has only been developed for a long time, and it is only a tax for Honglin city. Can a municipal government really manage you?

"This..."

Before Cao Xinmin answered, Shen Dapeng snapped, "Uncle Cao, I personally think you are a leader who does practical things for the country and the people. My little aunt is also a kind-hearted and down-to-earth businessman. When you two cooperate together, you absolutely complement each other."

Shen Dapeng was saying that he seemed worried about focusing on himself, so he pointed to Liu Fengxia. "Just now, my little aunt talked loudly in the car, saying that we should complete the ecological park project with quality and quantity, and turn the scenic spot at the foot of linling into a tourist attraction. By then, the number of tourists will surely double."

"In addition, the ecological park should make green and pollution-free agricultural and sideline products and provide food for the company's chain restaurants. The pressure of vehicle transportation will never be easy. In the long run, the ecological park still has phase II and phase III projects. At that time, the shortage of road transportation capacity in Honglin city will also be exposed."

"Dapeng, I've thought about all the problems you said, but adults don't aim as high as your children. We won't live in unrealistic ideals, but pay more attention to solving the present problems as much as we can."

Cao Xinmin's expression was less and less interested, and he drank lukewarm water uninteresting. "If the ecological park has begun to take shape, maybe I will give more serious consideration and give substantive suggestions. Now... The airport should not be in the plan. Of course, you can spend as much money as you like!"

The tone is neither hot nor cold, neither warm nor angry, and there is no joy, anger, sadness or joy, but one thing is certain. Cao Xinmin is very disapproving of the construction of the airport for the time being, but he did not kill the topic, leaving room for further consideration, that is, when the ecological park has a certain scale.

"I personally agree with Secretary Cao." Zhou Chengmin has no superfluous nonsense, but just shows his position. Compared with gambling success, he prefers to win in stability. Even if he spends more money, spends more effort and flatters some relevant leaders, he should try to grasp the planned progress of the project.

Liu Fengxia and Wang Yuying have never said how much money the company has now, and he has not asked, but he is very clear that Chengyu real estate has less than 100 million yuan of working capital. If Liu Fengxia does not invest capital, it is difficult to start the project of the ecological park, even if there is excess money to build an impractical airport.

Liu Fengxia, Wang Yuying and Li Zeyu have all shown that they stand on Shen Dapeng's side, but Zhou Chengmin still frankly explains his thoughts, which shows his firm attitude.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and not be seen by Cao Xinmin as fishy about the company's shares, Shen Dapeng didn't dare to speak any more until a large basin of steaming pimple soup was brought to the table. "Wow, we have to use a basin for dinner? Sniff, it smells good. "

"Hehe, if you like, just eat more. You came with Secretary Cao. You're full of pimple soup." Lao Yang enthusiastically put the big basin of pimple soup flat, and brought a plate of home-made stir fry. The plate is not small, and the dishes on the plate are piled up like a hill. This dish code is really a real benefit.

"Ho, Ho, Ho... Uh huh, it tastes good." Despite the high temperature, Li Zeyu began to taste it first. Although the pimple soup was turned in his mouth because of the high temperature, he had tasted it.

"Really good! Lunch is in a local restaurant and at night in a small restaurant. Honglin's economy counts down in the whole province, but in terms of food, it seems to be more delicious than the provincial capital. "

Shen Dapeng drank the hot pimple soup and tasted other home-made stir fry. He couldn't help but sigh that the delicious and authentic pimple soup was even more in line with the taste of home-made dishes than the "old three kinds" in the local restaurant at noon.

"In the final analysis, it's better to... Slip... Or the ingredients."

Li Zeyu's mouth was full, his cheeks bulging, and his tongue was unclear. "People live on food, clothing, housing and transportation. The traffic in Honglin city is inconvenient. Where are people coming and going; Clothes, years of economic and tax countdown in the province, make people care more about survival than enjoyment; No matter how bad Honglin city is, it is also a prefecture level city, but the house price is only 30% higher than Qingshu county. I can't believe it.

The rest... There is only "food". Honglin city has relied on agricultural and sideline products to maintain taxes for many years. Naturally, people also rely on agricultural and sideline products to survive. Without large-scale projects, there will be no water pollution, without large-scale mining of minerals, there will be no pollution on the land. Green and pollution-free food materials can be seen everywhere. Eating is naturally more exquisite. "

"This young man is very good at talking, but unfortunately, our pimple soup and fried vegetables are really not delicious. They can only be regarded as the most authentic hometown flavor of farmers, with less oil, less salt and less monosodium glutamate. What the people like is what my daughter-in-law makes."

Lao Yang is smiling and boasting her daughter-in-law, and the middle-aged woman also comes out of the kitchen. The two people nod happily at each other. Lao Yang finds a chair for her daughter-in-law again. The daughter-in-law is happy to sit down and laugh. Only the laugh in his voice is a little bit of a lack of breath and strange tone.

"Old uncle Yang, aunt, she is..." Shen Dapeng didn't say the word "mute" out of politeness and courtesy and fear of embarrassment, but pointed to his mouth instead.

"Mute, our family is also suffering. I don't know what strange disease we have. We suddenly couldn't speak a few years ago. Our generation faces the Loess and backs to the sky. After planting crops for most of our life, we can't save much money. We have no time to plant the land in order to make a living and take care of her. We can only contract it to the neighbors in the village."

Lao Yang looked at his daughter-in-law gently. Except for some helplessness, he didn't dislike it at all. "We ran to the city, opened a small restaurant to live, and insisted on seeing a doctor in the hospital. Unfortunately, we didn't recover."

Lao Yang said with a simple smile that had not changed. On the contrary, Shen Dapeng and his group gradually put down the tableware in their hands and turned their eyes to Lao Yang's daughter-in-law who couldn't speak, but always smiled with pity. Only Cao Xinmin continued to drink pimple soup like nothing.