Qi Tongwei: Sign-in relationship started during student days

Chapter 879: History Reversed

It’s June in the capital, and the morning light is just beginning to shine.

The small square on the shore of South China Sea is shrouded in mist, with the blue brick-paved walkways, pavilions and waterside pavilions with flying eaves and brackets appearing and disappearing, simple and majestic.

The shadows of several morning exercisers were stretched out, slowly performing Tai Chi, each move full of enduring charm.

This is a corner dedicated to retired leaders' activities. Few outsiders come here on weekdays. Only the faint fragrance of tea flowing between the pavilions and the hidden gazes reveal the extraordinary nature of this place.

In the pavilion, several white-haired old men sat around a stone table, watching an unfinished game of chess.

The red and black chess pieces on the board are arranged in a staggered pattern like a military formation, the Chu River and Han River divide the sky and the earth, horses step on the slanting sun, chariots press the edge of the line, and every step is hidden with the sound of iron horses and golden swords.

These people were all frequent guests on television and in newspapers many years ago - "unspeakable big figures" who once made waves in the political arena.

Zhong Wei, the current vice-president of the State Council, and Pei Yihong, secretary of the Hanjiang Provincial Party Committee, stood aside with their hands hanging down, as respectful as apprentices serving ancient scrolls.

Zhong Wei was wearing a neat suit, but he didn't dare to straighten his back. He looked like a junior, observing the expressions of several elderly people. The beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled in the morning light, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his shoulders.

Pei Yihong, as the top leader of Hanjiang, has now restrained his former sharpness, with his sleeves trembling slightly, as if even his breathing needs to be in sync with the rhythm of the chess game.

Their focus is not on the chess game, but on the casual conversation during the game. A few words may affect the political ups and downs thousands of miles away.

"Old Xia's 'Horse Leaping over the Tan River' move is brilliant," a silver-haired old man watching the game said with a smile. "He's shoving the red 'horse' diagonally into the enemy's throat. He's abandoning the 'chariot' to defend the border, relying on a single cavalryman to break through the enemy's formation. It's a risky move, much like the 'empty city plan' he used when he was transferred to the southwest."

The old man known as Lao Xia was very proud, with a smile on his face, and raised his chin towards his opponent, "Lao Zhong, it's your turn."

The old man known as Lao Zhong had a calm expression. He extended his right hand, which was supporting his cane, and suddenly moved a black "cannon" across the river to the center, pointing the muzzle directly at the Red Army's tent. "Old Xia, have you forgotten? Back then, you 'moved the car across the border' to replace three county governors. That was a thunderous move."

Before he finished speaking, sparrows flew away in fright under the eaves of the pavilion, and everyone looked a little stern - in this game of chess, the red team's camp was already in danger.

The old man surnamed Xia was stunned. He carefully examined the situation and was convinced that defeat was inevitable after a long time. "It was the timing and the situation. I was careless, I was careless."

After saying that, he put down the piece in his hand, which happened to fall on a document with the share certificate of Beishan Group.

The old man surnamed Zhong smiled slightly, put down the piece in his hand, and was about to stand up with the help of his walking stick.

Zhong Wei hurried forward to support him, while Pei Yihong stepped forward to support the old man surnamed Xia and pulled out the share certificate that was pressed down.

The old man surnamed Xia noticed it, but said nothing.

A group of people walked along the path.

The old man surnamed Xia looked out at the scenery of the South China Sea, patted Pei Yihong's hand, and said, "Xiao Pei, I hope my kid didn't cause you any trouble."

Pei Yihong smiled and said, "Comrade Guangyuan is a man of courage and determination, and his thinking and work abilities are outstanding. To be honest, my comrades at Hanjiang and I are very sad to see him transferred."

The old man surnamed Xia said: "Don't flatter him, he is my son, I know him very well, it's okay to follow the routine.

His overall perspective is still a bit indifferent and needs training. My original intention was to let him stay in Hanjiang and learn more from you, but this kid always wants to challenge himself, which is a pity. "

Pei Yihong does not belong to the Zhong family, but to Secretary Gu, but is under the charge of Zhong Wei.

The old man surnamed Xia sincerely hoped that his son and Pei Yihong could interact more and seek the possibility of an alliance, and he intended to push his son to the position of deputy secretary of the Hanjiang Provincial Party Committee.

However, his son Xia Guangyuan did not have such an idea. He just felt that it was not easy to achieve results under the glory of Pei Yihong and Zhao Anbang, so he wanted to leave.

"Comrade Guangyuan is young, and his thinking is full of the vigor and initiative of young cadres in the new era. This is also what our party has always advocated. I think this is very good. Mr. Xia, you should give him some time."

"I'm just afraid that even if I give him time, God won't give me time."

Zhong Lao interrupted: "Why, Lao Xia, are you discouraged? Then you can't compare to me. I plan to live another ten years."

"Wouldn't that make me immortal?"

"Hahaha."

"What's wrong with being immortal? We should take a closer look at our new China. When the time comes, we can report our achievements to the Chairman."

"Okay, okay, then let's all work hard and live another ten years."

A few of them chatted and came to a waterside pavilion.

The topic also shifted from personnel arrangements to Qi Tongwei's five major crimes.

Just as Zhao Anbang guessed, what they were discussing was indeed the impact of private capital on the socialist process.

In China's national conditions and socialism, in a broad sense, all property belongs to the people.

But judging from the nature of private capital, they are all profit-seeking, or it is not an exaggeration to say that they are capitalist.

The significance of reform is to explore a path of socialism with Chinese characteristics that integrates capitalism and socialism.

It is necessary to integrate the advantages of both sides, but it cannot evolve into capitalism, otherwise it will become a hodgepodge.

Mr. Zhong said: "Regarding this matter, I still think it is just an exploration in the reform.

Facts have proved that Beishan has indeed developed. Although some things have been sacrificed in the process of development, I think the price is within our tolerance.

Compared with the influx of foreign capital since 1977 or 1978, the losses we have suffered in recent years are just a drop in the bucket. Besides, it is not really a loss for us, after all, the meat is still rotten in the pot.

On the other hand, we are also cultivating our own private enterprises. Since we have agreed to reform and open up, our goal is to make the people rich.

If we still occupy all the good things, it would be like taking a step backward in history."

Mr. Xia objected, "Old Zhong, what you said is wrong. What do you mean by going backwards in history?

I am not against the development of private enterprises, nor am I against cooperation with private enterprises.

But don’t we have to have a bottom line?

We can choose not to take advantage of private capital, but the premise is that we cannot blindly give state-owned assets to private capital, especially when the benefits are so great.

We are a socialist country. In terms of economic leadership, the state and state-owned capital must be the main body, and concessions must be limited.

Will the profit-sharing behavior like today's be excessive and eventually become a driving force for the growth of capitalists?

Also, don’t you forget, what is our goal?

The rich first help the poor to become rich later.

This is about distributed and controlled wealth, rather than the kind of super-rich people and chaebols that form in other countries.

Let alone transitional support, even if any private enterprise develops to a certain level, we still have to intervene and control it.

We must never allow the sprouts of capital to take root and sprout on our socialist land.

A company with a market value of tens of millions has expanded by tens of billions in just six years. What does this mean?

What kind of monster will it become in ten or twenty years? Will it become like our neighboring country, too big to be eliminated?