162: Chapter 162 I know your company's situation, so I won't beat around the bush.

Early the next morning, Zhao Yang appeared on the seventh floor of the Provincial Government office building on time.

He walked to the door of the Governor's office and knocked.

"Come in."

Zhao Yang pushed the door open and saw Sun Zhendong sitting behind his desk, a document spread out in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.

There were several cigarette butts in the ashtray on the desk; it seemed he had been sitting there for a while.

"Back already?" Sun Zhendong looked up, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. "How was your honeymoon?"

"It was great, Governor." Zhao Yang smiled.

"Sit."

Sun Zhendong pointed to the chair opposite him and pushed the document in front of him directly across. "Take a look at this first."

Zhao Yang took the document and looked down—《Notice on Cracking Down on Illegal Delivery Activities by Logistics Enterprises》 (Draft for Comments).

He quickly skimmed through it, his brows gradually furrowing.

The core content of the document was clear:

Using high cargo loss rates and frequent customer complaints as reasons, it prepared to impose strict restrictions on the business scope of logistics enterprises.

The wording was severe, filled with red tape; once issued, the entire provincial logistics industry would suffer a huge blow.

If this document were issued, Wantong Logistics wouldn't even last three months, and that's without Lin Xuecen having to lift a finger.

But Zhao Yang held an opposing view on this document.

"Governor, this document... I think there is a lot of room for revision."

Sun Zhendong raised an eyebrow, listening with interest as he continued.

Zhao Yang organized his thoughts and began:

"According to the current Postal Law, the delivery of letters under 500 grams is a postal monopoly, but expanding the concept of 'letters' to include 'goods'—that legal basis doesn't hold water."

Sun Zhendong stopped tapping his fingers on the desk and leaned forward slightly.

Zhao Yang continued: "High cargo loss rates and significant customer complaints are issues, but restricting operations is not the way to solve them."

"How do you think it should be solved?" Sun Zhendong asked.

"Two reasons."

Zhao Yang held up two fingers. "First, logistics companies are not careful with sorting and handle loading/unloading roughly, leading to cargo damage. This problem can be solved through an insured compensation mechanism."

Sun Zhendong nodded.

"Second, strictly crack down on highway bandits."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sun Zhendong's gaze became noticeably sharper.

Zhao Yang paused, then said, enunciating each word:

"Governor, only when logistics are smooth can industries thrive. We cannot give up eating for fear of choking."

The office fell silent.

Sun Zhendong leaned back in his chair, remaining silent for a good while.

"Giving up eating for fear of choking—"

Sun Zhendong repeated the four words and suddenly laughed. "You kid, you've pierced through my three days of struggle in one sentence."

He picked up the document, flipped through it, and tossed it onto the desk. "You're right. This path is misguided."

Sun Zhendong looked up, his gaze toward Zhao Yang carrying a hint of scrutiny. "Xiao Zhao, the laws and regulations of the logistics industry, the insured compensation mechanism, the situation with highway bandits... where did you get all this knowledge?"

Zhao Yang thought to himself: I'm a veteran of this; naturally, I know these things.

But I can't say that!

He smiled, his tone flat: "I've been paying more attention to the logistics industry recently and have been reviewing some materials."

Sun Zhendong nodded and didn't ask further. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number: "Secretary-General Zhang, come over for a moment."

A few minutes later, Zhang Hongtao pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Zhao Yang, he was slightly stunned, then smiled. "Xiao Zhao is back? Finished your honeymoon?"

"Hello, Secretary-General Zhang, just got back." Zhao Yang stood up to greet him.

Sun Zhendong handed the document to Zhang Hongtao. "Kill this notice. Have Wang Jingmin from the Policy Research Office draft a new one—don't focus on restrictions, focus on support. If he doesn't understand, ask Zhao Yang."

Zhang Hongtao took the document and looked at Zhao Yang in surprise.

This kid could actually influence the Governor's decision; he must never be offended in the future.

A week later.

Zhao Yang sat in his office, the computer screen displaying a document: 《Opinions on Promoting the Accelerated Development of the Logistics Industry》.

Two hours later, Zhao Yang sent the revised document to Sun Zhendong.

That afternoon, Sun Zhendong called him into the office.

"The revisions are good," Sun Zhendong closed the document, a look of satisfaction on his face. "I read it twice; there are no major issues. It will go to the executive meeting for discussion tomorrow."

The next day, at the Provincial Government executive meeting, the competent departments had many opinions.

When Sun Zhendong presided over the meeting, he refuted them one by one, and in the end, the 《Opinions》 passed smoothly.

After the meeting, it was officially issued in the name of the General Office of the Provincial Government.

Jiangzhou, Wantong Logistics Co., Ltd.

Wan Chuanzhi sat in his office with a newly received Provincial Government document spread out before him.

He read it word for word, his expression worsening as he read.

This document came at the worst possible time.

If it had been a year ago, he would have definitely applauded.

But now...

The 2.6 million hole hadn't been plugged yet, supplier payments had been delayed for three months, and drivers' wages were two months in arrears...

What was even worse was that as soon as that document came out, creditors thought Wantong Logistics was about to see major development and came knocking one after another to demand payment.

Wave after wave, the phone rang incessantly, and the office door was being pounded on.

At the same time, Cenjiang Industrial Group headquarters.

Lin Xuecen sat in her spacious office, holding a cup of black tea, a financial analysis report displayed on the computer screen in front of her.

The Financial Director pushed the door open. "Ms. Lin, three more suppliers have come to Wantong Logistics to demand payment. Wan Chuanzhi has locked himself in his office and won't see anyone..."

Lin Xuecen's lips curled slightly, and she set down her teacup. "How much longer can their capital chain hold out?"

"We estimate they won't be able to hold out through this month." The Financial Director wore a confident smirk.

Lin Xuecen nodded and took out her phone to dial Wan Chuanzhi's number.

Seeing it was Lin Xuecen calling, Wan Chuanzhi answered in a second.

"Hello, Ms. Lin, is there some freight business you need help with?"

Cenjiang Industrial was a massive enterprise; just a little bit of business from them could alleviate his urgent crisis.

Lin Xuecen smiled. "Mr. Wan, I know your company's situation very well, so I won't beat around the bush. We at Cenjiang Industrial want to cooperate with Wantong Logistics."

Wan Chuanzhi was at his wit's end; there was no need for Lin Xuecen to beat around the bush.

Encountering a big financier at this time, Wan Chuanzhi was overjoyed. "Ms. Lin, how do we cooperate?"

Lin Xuecen said, "Cenjiang Industrial will assume all of Wantong Logistics' debts and, in addition, inject 3 million in working capital."

Wan Chuanzhi almost jumped up. "That would be wonderful! What conditions do you require?"

Lin Xuecen's words were brief. "Cenjiang Industrial will hold 51% of Wantong's shares."

Wan Chuanzhi's smile froze on his face. "This... this is impossible! Ms. Lin, do you know how much effort I've poured into Wantong Logistics?"

"I will never sell the company just because of a few small debts!"