Chapter 1226 Director Shen, long time no see!

Chapter 1226 Director Shen, long time no see!

The State Administration of Foreign Exchange has just been established, and its office address is still No. 17 Xijiaomin Lane, Xicheng District, and it shares office space with Longguo Bank.

In the early days, if companies wanted to purchase imported equipment, they had to first apply for a foreign exchange quota from the State Administration of Foreign Exchange, which would then be included in the national foreign exchange receipts and payments plan by the State Planning Commission and implemented after approval by the State Council. Only after they agreed could the company use this quota for free purchases.

In terms of foreign exchange management, the National Planning Commission is responsible for summarizing the national foreign exchange receipts and payments plan, balancing total social demand and total supply, and coordinating key indicators such as foreign exchange reserves, foreign investment utilization, and international balance of payments.

B-ultrasound machines are advanced technological equipment. According to the Regulations on the Administration of Technology Import and Export, technology imports must be subject to technical review by the Science and Technology Bureau, and then import licenses must be obtained from the Ministry of Commerce to obtain a Technology Import License.

Now that Li Xiangnan wants to apply for a foreign exchange quota, he naturally has to go to the Science and Technology Department of the Planning Commission to apply for an authorization certificate for importing equipment. They will issue a certificate of necessity and obtain a "Technology Import License". After the State Administration of Foreign Exchange verifies the license, it will release foreign exchange according to the quota to prevent the illegal influx of technology.

This is equivalent to a letter of introduction issued by the Planning Commission to Li Xiangnan. With this, he can apply for a quota from the State Administration of Foreign Exchange and obtain the corresponding qualifications after going through layers of approval.

But who is Shen Yujing? Not to mention Wang Defa and Song Zimo who have a full understanding of him, even Li Xiangnan, who tried his best not to label Shen Yujing as a bad guy and did not want to speculate about him with the greatest malice, was a little worried at the moment.

This guy is a very difficult person to deal with!

Yuetan South Street, outside the Planning Commission compound.

The cigarette butts in front of Wang Defa and Song Zimo were already all over the floor.

"Or, let's think of other ways?" Wang Defa saw that there was no extra expression on Li Xiangnan's face, and guessed that he might feel as uncomfortable as he did.

"Brother Nan, how about I go look for my dad?" Song Zimo threw away his cigarette butt and stood up.

"You two don't have to worry so much. I'll go check out the situation first!" Li Xiangnan narrowed his eyes. "Although there's no harm in preparing for the worst!"

Wang Defa and Song Zimo looked at each other and nodded silently.

"Then we'll go in with you!"

Li Xiangnan shook his head and stretched out his hand to stop them both, "No need for now!"

Song Zimo paused, turned his head to look at Defa, and sighed, "Okay! Then you should be careful. Fatty and I will be waiting for you here!"

"Yeah!" Li Xiangnan nodded, pulled out the briefcase from the car, smoothed his hair, and walked up the three steps of the Planning Commission.

"Uncle, may I ask which floor the Science and Technology Department is on..."

“There’s a sign there!”

After entering the building, Li Xiangnan took out a cigarette and gave one to the old man in the message room. As soon as he asked the question, the old man pointed to the sign at the gate.

He turned his head and saw large regular script characters on the sign saying "The Science and Technology Department is located in Room 306 on the third floor", with an arrow pointing to the stairs.

When I looked over again, I saw that the old man had already lit his cigarette, but he never raised his head, so I thanked him, "Thank you, uncle!"

"You're welcome! There are a lot of people looking for the Science and Technology Department recently! Just follow the crowd!"

Hearing this, Li Xiangnan frowned.

It seems that after the reform and opening up, there are still many people like him who have smelled the business opportunity of integrating with the international standards.

He was not the only one who came to the Science and Technology Department to obtain a technology import license.

Standing in the hall, he did not rush upstairs, but smiled like the old man in the message room, lit a cigarette and looked at the surrounding scene.

In January 1980 in Yanjing, the breath turned into frost.

Li Xiangnan went to the State Administration of Foreign Exchange relatively early because he was afraid that something unexpected might happen.

But when we turned and arrived at the compound at No. 38 Yuetan South Street, it was almost nine o'clock.

Several buses coming from all directions stopped in front of the compound.

So in front of the gray brick building, a black crowd of people was like grass sprouts sprouting under the frozen soil, pushing their way into the building against the cold wind.

The branches of the phoenix trees were wrapped in residual snow, shivering under the lead-gray sky, but it could not stop people from holding the application forms for technology introduction and becoming the most persistent "icebreakers" in the early days of reform and opening up.

Perhaps he heard the noise, the old man in the message room pushed open the iron gate, white frost on the brim of his blue cotton hat, and shouted, "Don't push! Line up!"

He saw Li Xiangnan still standing downstairs, and over a cigarette, he quickly reminded him, "Hurry up and go upstairs, to the third floor!"

"Hey!" Li Xiangnan agreed and walked quickly upstairs.

But how could they stop the cold wind that was blowing through the crowds in the hall?

The technician of a state-owned enterprise wearing a Zhongshan suit with the collar of his cotton-padded jacket standing upright, carrying a bulging canvas bag leaning forward; the old accountant wearing cotton gloves was busy protecting the abacus in his arms and was unaware that his Liberation shoes had been stepped on; the strap of the young man's army green shoulder bag broke with a "snap", and the neon machine tool drawings in an iron leather box were scattered all over the ground - those were the "life-saving talismans" drawn for the factory, and now they were being blown all over the ground by the cold wind.

In the crowded crowd, Li Xiangnan was like a nimble herring.

He took off his cotton gloves and stuffed them into his bag, letting the cold wind scrape his cheeks. He held up the back of the cotton-padded jacket of the big brother in front of him with both hands, and pressed his heels against the thousand-layer soles of the uncle behind him, and managed to make half an foot of breathing space in the crowd.

There was an iron gate on the third floor. Li Xiangnan was stunned when he went upstairs.

"Master! Catch it!" He suddenly ducked down and went to the side door, caught a stack of "Feasibility Reports" dropped by the old accountant, and neatly re-tied them with brown paper rope.

The old accountant was trembling as he tried to thank him, but he had already turned around and shouted, "Comrade from the Post Office! Your bag strap is about to break. Move half a step to the left and get stuck in the door frame!"

"It's going to kill me!" After Li Xiangnan shouted, he was stunned to see so many people occupying the entire stairwell.

I squeezed further up and stood at the stairs on the third floor. I took a look at the corridor and was even more shocked. The place was already crowded with people, filling up the corridor.

The smell of smoke from "Daqianmen" wafted from the corner of the stairs, mixed with the choking smell of the coal stove.

The cadres in navy blue uniforms went downstairs carrying red-headed documents and were carried back to the corridor on the fourth floor by the crowd.

An argument leaked out from the crack of an office door: "What are the parameters of the chemical equipment of Tank Country? Let the First Machinery Ministry do a technical evaluation first!"

Before he finished speaking, an engineer wearing Warrior shoes squeezed out of the door, and the drawings in his arms fell like snowflakes.

Li Xiangnan happened to be squatting at the corner of the stairs. He quickly took off his cotton jacket and spread it on the ground, letting the drawings fall on it like snowflakes.

When the engineer hurried over to pick them up, he had already stacked the drawings and re-arranged them by number with his red-frozen fingers: "Master, is Director Shen here?"

"Only Director Xu is here!" The engineer shook his head and thanked him.

The window frames of the conference room on the third floor were covered with icicles. The iron stove was burning red, causing the corners of the "Technology Introduction Risk Assessment Report" to curl up.

Director Shen Yujing of the Science and Technology Department took off his tortoise-shell framed glasses, revealing a thin layer of mist on the lenses.

In front of him were quotations from multinational companies, with dollar signs glowing coldly under the desk lamp. In the enamel teacup in the corner, the puffed tamarind and jasmine tea had already gone cold and were covered with oil.

Outside the door, the waiting crowd was either standing or sitting. Some were lowering their heads to draw on the "Feasibility Report" with pencils, their fingers red from the cold; some were anxiously flipping through the manual of the new telephone, warming their hands with their breath.

Li Xiangnan stood straight by the window, refusing to curl up even though the cold wind blew into his neck.

He held his bag tightly, thinking about what he would say when he saw Shen Yujing.

But a whole day passed while I waited.

As dusk stained the western sky, the compound broadcast finally uttered a hoarse announcement: "The acceptance period ends today!"

The factory director in a navy blue Zhongshan suit clutched the "Notice of Temporary Non-Acceptance", with the corner of the paper poking into the lines on his palm; the self-employed business owner in a Lei Feng hat held up a certificate of self-raised foreign exchange, with snow piled up on the brim of his hat, making him look like a steamed bun.

Li Xiangnan came out of the building, the cuffs of his cotton jacket still stained with dust from helping others pick up documents, but there were two flames burning in his eyes.

At the moment the iron gate of the compound slammed shut, people who had not received the approval documents were still huddled at the window of the message room, like sparrows shivering in the cold wind.

Li Xiangnan walked out against the flow of people, his cotton shoes squeaking on the snow. He knew that he was just a drop of water in the tide of the times, but this drop of water had to reflect the brilliance of the entire sun.

"Xiao Li, what's wrong?" When Wang Defa rushed over, he was holding the bun that Li Xiangnan had not finished eating at noon in his arms and handed it to him.

"Come again tomorrow!" Li Xiangnan said, took the buns and got into the car.

The afternoon of the third day.

"Come in from Nianwei Hospital!"

A familiar voice came from Room 306. Wang Defa and Song Zimo, who were sitting on the ground, quickly helped Li Xiangnan up.

"We are being called! Go in quickly!"

Li Xiangnan patted the dust off his butt, nodded, walked into 306, pushed the documents in his hand across the table, and smiled softly, "Director Shen, long time no see!"

Shen Yujing, who was writing materials with his head buried, was startled. When he looked up, there was deep surprise in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed the file on the side, scanned it again and again, and asked in surprise: "You want to import the B-ultrasound machine?"