In a short period of time, it was impossible for his father to be caught. He committed too much and had already alarmed the province, and no one dared to overturn the case for him.

This period of time in 1993 was very embarrassing. The central government was feeling the stones across the river, and the people were also rushing around. The whole country knew that reforms were necessary, but no one could figure out how to reform and how to reform to what extent.

State-owned enterprises are the most sensitive areas, and they will never be spared if they encounter them.

Song Weiyang wanted his father to be released from prison soon, and there was only one feasible way, that is, to strengthen the power of the Song family, strive for a reduction in sentence, a reduction in sentence, and a reduction in sentence.

The trial ended for more than ten minutes, and it was not until the staff cleared the scene that Guo Xiaolan left the seat in a daze and staggered. Song Weiyang and his elder brother hurriedly helped.

"Mom, don't worry, you can also strive for a reduction in sentence." Song Weiyang comforted.

Guo Xiaolan seemed to have grown ten years old all of a sudden. She nodded and said, "Mom knows, if you have to study hard, you will be in the college entrance examination next year."

Song Qizhi was very enthusiastic and enlightened his mother and younger brother: "I will have me at home in the future. When my father comes out in three to five years, we can make a comeback!"

Brother Song's smile did not last long, and he was soon shocked by the situation at the door of the court.

The factory workers have come for dozens of days, and there are companies, fruit farmers and dealers that cooperate with canning factories, and there are densely packed with more than 100 people. As soon as they see the Song family coming out, these debt collectors immediately surrounded and shouted:

"Director Song, let's pay us first."

"Boss Song, you can't sell your canned food at all, so you have to refund part of the payment."

"Boss Song, you haven't paid for the sweet orange you collected last year."

"Director Song, the canned bottles you purchased have not been paid for in two quarters."

“…”

These people all know that the Song family is in decline and that if they don’t come to ask for money, they will have no chance in the future.

Facing the blocking of debt collectors on more than 100 times, and there were reporters and crowds watching next to him, Brother Song did not dare to send troops and be rude, so he could only make a promise: "I will definitely find a way to do money. Even if I sell it, I will pay back everyone's money!"

Everyone surrounded Song Qizhi, fearing that he would run away, urging him: "Director Song, let's go with you to get the money."

Song Qizhi had no way to make money, so he could only fool him: "Please give me some more time, give me some more time!"

"We have time, we want money!"

"That's right, I'll delay time every time, don't think about running away again today!"

"If you don't give money, you will pay your life!"

“…”

In the previous life, my elder brother planned to divorce his wife, and wanted to hand over the tens of thousands of cash left in the family to my wife and let her take away the wife secretly take care of her mother and younger brother. However, my elder sister-in-law disagreed and even repaid most of the millions of debts from the Song family after her elder brother died unexpectedly.

Song Weiyang recalled his mother's aging and haggardness, and recalled his sister-in-law's hard work, and scenes of his previous life clearly appeared in front of him.

Perhaps, God gave him the chance to be reborn, so that he could come back to compensate his family.

Seeing that the debt collector was forcing him to come and he had already started to get involved with his elder brother, Song Weiyang took a deep breath and thrust into the middle and said, "Don't do anything, let's talk civilizedly. The money is fine, I'll pay it back, but I'll give me half a year!"

"Who is this?"

"The second son of the Song family is still studying, I have seen him before."

"Students who don't know anything, get out of here!"

“…”

Brother Song pulled Song Weiyang back and said anxiously: "Brother, don't make trouble, I will take responsibility for everything."

Mother Guo Xiaolan also said: "Stop making trouble, go back and study with peace of mind!"

In the eyes of everyone, Song Weiyang was just a fool who was ignorant of the world. But this fool did not take millions of debt seriously, and slapped his chest and shouted: "I can issue a military order and write a guarantee letter to you. As long as I cannot repay the debt within half a year, I will pay my life to you!"

Military orders, a word that is extremely vocabulary, are more down-to-earth than talismans or swearing.

A debt collector sneered: "What do I want your life? I only have money!"

"Yes, we only have money!"

Guo Xiaolan quickly argued: "If you want money, you have to give us time to raise money slowly!"

The man before said excitedly: "It's been a long time for you. Since Boss Song was arrested, the cannery has not received a penny, and it has been several months!"

Another debt collector said: "Sister Guo, I know that Boss Song is wronged. The Song family built a winery with a lot of money, but now it has been confiscated by the government, leaving only a canning factory that loses money in your hands. You are also very wronged. But from our perspective, we should think about it, our glass factory is a small business, and the whole factory is waiting for the hundreds of thousands of dollars to pay for the goods!"

"Can you get the money by urging like this?"

Before his mother could speak, Song Weiyang suddenly sternly said, "Tell you that the cannery now owes more than three million yuan, which is not considered a bank loan, but the Song family only has tens of thousands of yuan in cash, and the bank account has long been frozen! You have more than 100 people now, and there are more people who haven't come today. How much can you get by the average share of tens of thousands of yuan? One person can get at most a hundred yuan!"

The man said earlier, "What do you think you should do? Have you waived the debt?"

Song Weiyang immediately said: "My father is the most successful entrepreneur in Rongping City. I am his son. Do you dare to gamble? I bet that I will turn tens of thousands of yuan into millions in half a year! If you win the bet, you can get back the debt, and I will pay the interest as much as possible. If you lose the bet, each person will only lose about a hundred yuan! Let's make a choice now. Should we force the Song family to death and each person will share some money, or should we take a try to get back all the debts and interest!!"

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly they didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, they did think that coercion was not a result, and tens of thousands of dollars were not enough to pay; on the other hand, they were confused and were infected by Song Weiyang because their expressions and tone were too confident, and they looked too similar to Song Shumin, a former big entrepreneur who was powerful.

Although Song Shumin has been imprisoned, his reputation is there, and people still have a sense of awe and admiration from the bottom of their hearts. As Song Shumin's son, even though Song Weiyang is still a student, the creditors still subconsciously feel inexplicable trust.

This is an era of believing in miracles, and news about getting rich in society is emerging one after another.

Perhaps, the Song family can really turn things around?

Of course, some people don’t think so, such as workers in canning factories.

The wages of these workers are not high, and they are only owed a few months of salary, which adds up to one or two thousand yuan per person.

"Don't say so much, pay us your salary first!" the workers shouted.

He made a promise before, but now it has become a threat. Song Weiyang narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I won't give me a chance, right? Then we'll kill you. I'll file for bankruptcy tomorrow and auction the factory's fixed assets to repay debts. According to the law, the first thing to pay is the bank loan, and then the three million owed to you! This money is repaid in proportion, and ordinary workers can get a maximum of more than ten yuan in wages! Moreover, at that time, the Song family can reasonably avoid debts, and it's illegal for you to collect debts again!"

The workers were stunned for a moment. They didn't know that they could still play like this, and they didn't know that workers' wages were preferred over social debt. Of course, bank loans were preferred, and Song Weiyang did not cheat people.

Although China had the Bankruptcy Act in the 1980s, it was not until the early 1990s that private enterprises were allowed to go bankrupt. It has not become popular yet, and some local governments even disagree with private enterprises to go bankrupt.

So much so that the Song family did not think about filing bankruptcy in their previous life. It was not until half a year after Brother Song's death that the court and the bank joined forces to liquidate and auction, but the land and machines failed to sell. It was idle for ten years before real estate developers bought them for development.

First, they promised to reason, and then they threatened them alive. These debt collectors were finally "persuaded" by Song Weiyang.

They are really afraid that the Song family will play bankruptcy tricks!

"Okay, we will believe you once!" The debt collector of the glassware factory with the most debt suddenly stated that the cannery owed them more than 800,000 yuan, and it was impossible for him to force him to get enough payment.

"A wise choice!" Song Weiyang smiled.

He had to laugh, and make people believe that he was able to pay back the money, and the sadness of his father's imprisonment could only be put aside for the time being.

These people didn't ask Song Weiyang to write any guarantee letters, and they dispersed with complicated moods, talking in groups of three or three, and talking in a lot of discussion.

Guo Xiaolan glanced at the reporters who had not left and whispered: "We'll go back too."

...

A seventeen-year-old high school student kept saying that he could make millions in half a year, but no one would believe it.

Those debt collectors don’t believe it. They are just frightened by the threat of bankruptcy, fearing that they won’t get a penny at that time. In the mid-1990s, China suddenly started a wave of bankruptcy, and most of them were playing the trick of “fake bankruptcy, real debt evasion”.

Song Weiyang's family didn't believe it either. After returning home, his mother and elder brother frowned and stood there withered, racking their brains to find a way to get money quickly.

"Brother, can the canning factory still start construction?" Song Weiyang asked.

Song Qizhi said depressedly: "What else is the job? The warehouses are full. I have been running the market for the past two months, and the advertising fee has been spent hundreds of thousands, but the canned food in the factory cannot be sold at all."

Song Weiyang began to help the elder brother sort out his ideas: "Brother, have you ever thought about why our canned food can't be sold?"

Song Qizhi said: "In the past, they gave gifts, but they gave wheat milk essence and canned food. Now, they gave gifts and instead gave health products. Only a small number of farmers used canned food as gifts. Also, I heard that Europe and the United States joined forces to anti-dumping China canned food. Those large canned food companies could not export them, so they engaged in price reduction competitions in China to capture territory. Small and medium-sized canned food factories were forced to wait for death."

Song Weiyang analyzed: "That is, the competitive pressure is increasing, but the market size is decreasing."

"So there is no way!" Song Qizhi spread his hands and said.

Song Weiyang said: "Then have you ever thought about changing the positioning of canned products? We do not sell canned products as gifts, but daily consumer goods."

"It's useless," Song Qizhi shook his head repeatedly, "Who buys canned food to eat and play with? If you have that little spare money, it's better to buy drinks, cookies and candies."

Song Weiyang said again: "We can..."

"Stop talking," Song Qizhi didn't want to discuss it anymore, "The canning factory is definitely unsuccessful. Not only our factory, but the entire Chinese canning factory are like this. Brother, I know you want to help your family, but you don't understand many things. You should study with peace of mind. Next year, you will get into a good university, and after graduation, you will go to a big city to work in a foreign company, so that you can live a decent life."

Song Weiyang wanted to say something else, but the eldest brother had already discussed countermeasures with his mother, and the family didn't believe in his ability at all.

After a while of discussion, my mother started to call wildly:

"Hey, I'll look for Director Yang... I'm Guo Xiaolan from Jiafeng Wine Industry... Director Yang is not here... OK, I'll call you back."

"Hey, President Zhang, I'm Guo Xiaolan... You're going to have a meeting... Then, let's talk about it someday."

"Hey, Manager Li..."

Guo Xiaolan made more than ten calls in one go, all of whom were close friends before, but the result was obvious that she didn't borrow a penny.

Sister-in-law Cai Fanghua has already brought her son back from the hospital. She said, "Why should I go back to my parents' home to ask?"

Guo Xiaolan shook her head and said, "My dear family is a good-looking man, and he probably didn't save much money."

Cai Fanghua's father was also the director of a state-owned enterprise before, but he retired three years ago. His parents' family only had a brother working in the Qingshui Yamen of the Archives Bureau.

Brother Song smoked a cigarette and said helplessly: "Just apply for bankruptcy."

My mother was a little moved and worried, "I'm afraid that the government will not approve it. There is no precedent for private companies to go bankrupt in our city."

Brother Song said: "Although the tea is cold, my father still has some face. It should not be difficult to apply for bankruptcy in connection with activities."

The mother made the decision: "I will go to the leader tomorrow!"

Song Weiyang didn't say anything anymore. No matter how he said it, his family would not believe that he really had the ability. His only contribution was to propose a bankruptcy method, at least leaving a way out for his mother and brother.
Chapter completed!