The journey starts from the Titanic

"Haha." Situ Nan smiled without saying a word, and stopped continuing this serious topic.

The car continued to move forward, and a convoy of three all-black cars drove across the street, and there was a small scratch on Seymour Road.

The two Chrysler cars with the global logo on the front and back are no strangers to Shanghai, while the middle one is a car that has never been seen on Seymour Road. It has smooth lines, a deliberately elongated body, and a metallic appearance. , And the chic and calm posture suddenly blinded the passersby on both sides, and even made other cars passing by it embarrassed. People can't help but guess what big person is sitting inside.

"There are a lot of wealthy people in Shanghai, and the automobile consumer market has great potential. How about building an automobile factory?"

Situ Nan looked at the enviable eyes of passers-by outside, and suddenly asked Song Meiling.

"Okay! Ziwen already had such an idea." Song Meiling said, "In the first two years, Ziwen once wanted to build an automobile factory in Shanghai, and then went to Wuhan, and the matter was put aside."

The Song's Shanghai Commercial Machinery Company is the largest domestic machinery and equipment agent and the main agent of Chrysler Automobiles in China.Situ Nan intends to invest in an automobile factory, and Song Meiling is naturally happy to see it happen.

She said: "In the past few years, there have been more cars in Shanghai, but unfortunately they are all imported from foreign countries. There are no cars made in China. If we can make domestic cars, it will be a matter of boosting the morale of the people. Should I ignore it?"

"It makes sense. Many people have this idea." Situ Nan nodded and thought: With steel and railways as the focus, domestic industrialization has achieved initial results, and the auto industry will probably be the next stage. Shanghai is undoubtedly One of the suitable locations.

"In fact, China can produce cars. There are Meihua auto assembly plants in Wuhan and Guangzhou. They import engines and transmissions from the American Dodge Truck Company, and import tires from Nanhua, plus some domestically-made parts. , The output is not high, mainly trucks, mainly used for engineering construction or military, self-produced and self-sold, so there are very few "domestic" cars on the market, and the Chinese people do not know that China has the initial capacity to produce cars ."

He shook his head gently. The engine factory in Wuhan is under construction, but output is always a problem.

In the automotive industry, Meihua has no intention of showing off its achievements, nor is it capable of mass production of civilian cars. It focuses on the production of bulldozers, tractors and other construction machinery that are in urgent need.

"Oh? Why haven't you seen it?"

Song Meiling looked at Situ Nan in surprise. She didn't expect Meihua Company to have the ability to produce cars. She hadn't seen what domestically-made cars were like. She thought: Domestic engineering construction requires a lot of machinery and equipment. In addition to imports from abroad, Meihua Naturally, we will also consider opening related factories to produce machinery and equipment. In this way, it is not surprising that Meihua has the ability to manufacture automobiles.Besides, Meihua's style has always been low-key and pragmatic. More often than not, it is difficult for the outside world to know that Meihua has the ability to manufacture cars.

"I saw you as soon as I ran to the construction site, but those guys are ugly, I guess you won't like them."

Situ South Road.

Song Meiling wondered in her heart what kind of car could get the "vicious" evaluation of Situ Nan's "ugly look"?Well, now Wuhan is a big smoke-filled construction site. Cars (unlicensed trucks to be precise) carrying slowly building materials on various construction sites are indeed quite different from the glorious cars in the city streets. different.

Situ Nan said: "God bless, if our people are good for life, it would be nice to be able to get on the train easily within ten years. As for cars, the Chinese are not as good as Americans."

"So your instruction to the Zhi Gong Party is to build railways within ten years and roads after ten years. The main task of the Chinese generation is to build roads, whether in South China or in China."

Seeing Situ Nan's expression of emotion, Song Meiling couldn't help laughing and teasing.

"Why did this get to your ears? Ziwen told you?" Situ Nan asked.

Before deciding to support Song Ziwen on stage, Situ Nan once solemnly warned Song Ziwen that Meihua's funds would not be used for domestic expansion, but only for the development of domestic industry.

In this regard, Song Ziwen once complained that the prime minister was the life of a contractor!

"What do you mean?" Song Meiling smiled without saying a word.

The Song’s Villa is a two-story British villa. Song Zhong, the housekeeper who learned that Song Meiling had returned home early, was waiting at the door early in the morning. He saw the convoy approaching, and he smiled: "Oh, my god, this car is so beautiful. , It must be the lady who is back, and she won’t go in and report to the old lady."

Song Zhong quickly turned around and urged the doorman next to him.

"Good." The doorman turned and ran into the house.

The car came to the yard and stopped, Song Zhong hurried forward, but was glared at by the man in the suit who got out of the car. His sharp eyes shrank his smiling face.

Good guy, a full ten bodyguards came down from three cars, and one stop in the yard, without talking, the look in his eyes made people hairy.These bodyguards glanced at Song Zhong, then turned away, and stopped paying attention to this non-dangerous figure.

"Is it necessary to bring so many people back to my own home? What kind of airs?" Song Meiling gave Situ Nan a white look, and got off the car, feeling that Situ Nan brought so many bodyguards to the house that she felt awkward.

Two of these bodyguards are female guards specially assigned to her.

"This place in Shanghai is messy, so be careful!" Situ Nan smiled and motioned to the bodyguard to relax and not need to follow into the house.

Assassinations became common in the Republic of China. Song Ziwen and Song Meiling were assassinated. Song Ziwen was almost killed. It is necessary to prevent it before it happened. Situ Nan absolutely does not allow himself and the people around him to be harmed by a cheap bullet, so he keeps a low profile. At the same time, pay attention to protect yourself.

"Azhong, is your wife in the house?"

Song Meiling walked over and smiled and comforted Song Zhong. When she returned home, she was in a good mood and felt cordial in everything, and she was too lazy to care about Situ Nan.

"Yes. I just asked my wife to come in and tell my wife that you are back. The eldest lady and Uncle Kong are also here, and I came here early in the morning."

Song Zhong replied enthusiastically, and glanced at Situ Nan secretly, this uncle's demeanor... Isn't the young master not as big as him when he becomes prime minister?

Among the uncles of the Song family, the first two are extraordinary characters. Song Zhong is no stranger to them, except that the identity in front of him is mysterious. The masters of the Song family will not easily disclose the situation of this uncle to others.

When Situ Nan nodded to himself with a smile, Song Zhong felt helpful, unspeakable, as if he had received some kind of glory.

"Eldest sister and they are here too, great." Song Meiling smiled and walked quickly into the house.

"Auntie-I want to kill you." With a sound, the child with a stubborn head and brain plunged into Song Meiling's arms, looking very intimate.

"My aunt misses you too, let me see if you are taller?" Song Meiling touched the child's head.

This is Kong Lingjun, the second young lady of the Kong family, who is only six or seven years old, with short hair, wearing a suspender suit and small leather shoes, and looks mediocre, but with an air of air.

"You're the little uncle? You look...you look good." The little guy tilted his head and commented rudely on Situ Nan, like a little adult.

This is the famous second Miss Kong family in history!Later changed its name to Kong Lingwei!The famous Kong Er Lengzi!

When I saw her two years ago, she was still a slug, and Situ Nan didn't pay attention. Now it seems that this guy has the queen's "domineering" temperament at a young age.

"Thank you for the compliment. You are not bad." Situ Nan smiled.I thought: What is your vision?Although Lao Tzu does not rely on his face to eat, his handsomeness is more than the evaluation of "one sentence is okay".

"Then, did you bring me a gift?" Kong Lingwei smiled and stretched out his little hand.

This little kid really doesn't think of himself as an outsider!

Situ Nan spread his hands, a little embarrassed.

"Ling Jun..." A voice sounded, short and powerful, as if dissatisfied with Kong Lingjun.

Kong Lingwei also came out with a young girl, a little older, about ten years old, wearing a skirt, slim, looking at Situ Nan curiously.

"Auntie, uncle. You are here, I want to kill you. Is the road okay?"

The girl walked up to Song Meiling, young and dressed very delicately, like a princess.She has a well-behaved face, showing a good tutor and the potential of being a lady.

This is Kong Lingyi, the eldest daughter of the Kong family. There is something like Kong Xiangxi between her eyebrows. Looking at her, Situ Nan suddenly showed the sleek and well-behaved look of Kong Xiangxi, and she couldn't help but pinch her face twice.

Chapter 100

The surnames of the Confucian sisters are quite different. A well-behaved lady and a savage demon king who fall into the eyes of Situ Nan are naturally separated.

"Little beauty Lingyi, it's been a long time."

Situ Nan smiled amicably. He still had a good impression of the eldest Confucian family, and said in kindness: "Well, you are still good! Whatever you like, I will send it to you immediately."

"No, no need." Kong Lingyi's face turned a little red when he heard it, and she lowered her head shyly.