After hearing his son's words, Liu Chunsheng was also furious. "How can officials behave like this?
Since they chose this profession, they should do practical things for the people.
But they still demand money to get things done. Is this how they openly ask for money now?
It's truly outrageous to expect payment just by sitting there."
He had worked as a farmer his whole life, earning less than twenty thousand yuan a year.
And now, they wanted a hundred thousand yuan just to stamp a document, which was equivalent to five years of his hard work, even without eating or drinking.
"No, we can't let this drag on. Such corrupt practices should be rectified. I'll report them for inaction!" Liu Chunsheng grew more indignant and prepared to leave.
But Liu Yifeng stopped him, "Dad, my application hasn't even been submitted for a week yet. If you report them now, it won't prove they're being inactive.
As for the matter of accepting red envelopes, we haven't paid anything, so it can't serve as evidence against them."
"Then what should we do? We can't really wait a year, can we? Or pay them a hundred thousand?"
At this moment, Liu Yifeng suddenly remembered something. When Su Wanru called him last time, she mentioned she knew people in the government and could help.
But at the time, he had high hopes for Wang Chengjie, thinking a small amount of money would solve the problem, so he didn't want to trouble her and refused her kind offer.
Now, it seemed he might have to rely on her. With this thought, he immediately called Su Wanru.
Meanwhile, Su Wanru had just arrived at her company and was in a regular morning meeting with senior management.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She initially didn't want to answer, thinking she'd call back after the meeting.
But upon seeing it was Liu Yifeng, she immediately paused the meeting.
The performance of their fruit store had exceeded expectations by several times this month, all thanks to Liu Yifeng.
In a broader sense, Liu Yifeng was the god of wealth for their Bai Guoyuan.
If the god of wealth called, how could she not answer?
"Hello, Mr. Liu, what can I do for you?" she asked, answering the phone and walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside.
Liu Yifeng said somewhat sheepishly, "Ms. Su, I might need your help with something!"
"What is it? Tell me," she replied.
"It's about the greenhouse project I mentioned earlier. The materials have been submitted to the government, but due to certain reasons, it's been stalled.
I remember you mentioned last time that you knew people there, so I was hoping you could help!"
Su Wanru hadn't expected this matter to require her intervention again. However, it wasn't a difficult task for her, something that could be resolved with a meal. She immediately agreed, "No problem, leave it to me. If everything goes smoothly, it should be approved within three days."
"Really? That's wonderful, thank you. If there are any expenses involved in handling this, please don't pay out of your own pocket. I have money!" Liu Yifeng said.
Su Wanru smiled and said, "If I need to spend money to help, it wouldn't be considered help. You can rest assured about this matter. I'm still in a meeting, so I won't chat with you further.
After the meeting, I'll contact the relevant people for you. Just wait for news at home!"
Her tone made it clear that this was a piece of cake for her. Liu Yifeng gratefully thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you very much, Ms. Su. Alright, you get back to work. I'll treat you to a meal another day!"
"Okay, goodbye!" Su Wanru hung up the phone and returned to her seat to continue the meeting.
On the other side, Liu Chunsheng anxiously asked, "Yifeng, what did Ms. Su say?"
"She said she'd handle it, and we just need to wait for good news at home." Liu Yifeng now understood that connections were far more useful than money.
"Is that so? Ms. Su is indeed very resourceful."
At noon, the Longteng Hotel was still packed, and even its mid-range hotels were doing exceptionally well.
It could be said that Liu Yifeng's vegetables had revived all of Tan Jiming's catering businesses.
Especially at the Longteng Hotel, excluding banquets and weddings, the daily walk-in dining alone could serve over two hundred tables.
The daily revenue could reach as high as 830,000 yuan. Although alcoholic beverages accounted for a large portion, Tan Jiming knew well.
It was Liu Yifeng's vegetables that brought so many customers to the restaurant.
Without customers, there would be no consumption, and even the cheapest wine wouldn't sell.
In his delight, he directly placed an additional order of five million yuan with Liu Kaichen and even introduced some clients to him.
Although the contracts they signed weren't as large as Tan Jiming's, they added up to over eight million yuan. Combined with Tan Jiming's order, the total reached over twenty-three million yuan.
In less than a week, Liu Kaichen had secured such large orders for the company. He was originally going to be demoted, but now, instead of demotion, he was given a generous bonus.
This made Liu Kaichen ecstatic and even more grateful to Liu Yifeng.
Meanwhile, Zhou Libo watched his hotel's business decline day by day, reaching a point where revenue couldn't cover expenses. He was deeply worried.
He could only allocate funds from other industries to support the hotel's operations, or it would face closure.
However, closing down felt somewhat unwilling.
So, he instructed the hotel manager, Zheng Wucheng, to call Liu Yifeng directly: "Tell him, I'm not asking him to sell only to me.
As long as he agrees to sell me vegetables, I'm willing to pay double the price."
He believed Liu Yifeng wouldn't refuse such a windfall.
Although his offer was higher than Longteng Hotel's, as long as the vegetables were the same, he was confident he could attract customers.
Zheng Wucheng didn't dare to delay and immediately called Liu Yifeng.
Liu Yifeng looked at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar phone number and answered without much thought. Soon, a somewhat fawning voice came from the phone: "Hello, Mr. Liu. I am Zheng Wucheng, the general manager of Jingtian Hotel. Do you still remember me?"
"I'm not so old that I can't remember anything. If you have something to say, Manager Zheng, please speak directly. I'm busy!" Liu Yifeng said nonchalantly.
Zheng Wucheng felt a bit awkward but quickly regained his composure: "Mr. Liu, our boss truly wishes to cooperate with you. Last time, when we asked you not to sell vegetables to others, it was indeed abrupt, and we almost made you go against your word.
We sincerely apologize for this and hope you won't take it to heart."
Liu Yifeng picked his ear. "It's midday, the busiest time for hotels. Manager Zheng, you wouldn't be calling me just to apologize, would you?"
"Mr. Liu is indeed very direct. Then I won't beat around the bush.
Our boss genuinely wants to purchase your vegetables, but rest assured, it's not that you can only sell to us.
Our boss said that as long as you are willing to sell to him, he will still offer you double the price. Mr. Liu, would you be willing?"