According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.
...At this point, Xing Baohua also rambled on, saying that the machinery factory was a bottomless pit! No matter how much money you threw in, it would never be filled unless there were a large number of orders and the operating rate reached more than 80% to save it.
We can't make up for it with just external funding!
Of course, the matter of the machinery factory is no longer their concern, and they don't need to worry about others.
Xing Baohua asked the old man if they could move to a bigger house since the current house was too small. There were houses in Shangguzhuang, but they were far away.
The old man meant that he would still live here, and Xing Baohua could find a place to live on his own.
Just invite him to stay with us for two days during the Chinese New Year.
With that said, things became much easier. Xing Baohua decided to acquire a plot of land in Shangguzhuang and build a super luxurious villa.
Since her relatives fell out with her, Xing Baohua hasn't had any visits from relatives and has been resting at home for a few days.
After returning to work on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I continued to be busy.
It wasn't until after the sixteenth day of the first lunar month that Xing Baohua took Su Ya to the provincial capital's airport. Just after they came out of the airport, at an intersection, the lead car and a car with a Shandong license plate had an accident.
Xing Baohua didn't get out of the car, but saw several people get out of the car with the Shandong license plate, presumably to check the damage to the vehicle.
Xing Baohua recognized one of the girls as Hu Jiangyan, Hou Liwei's cousin, who used to work in the same office as Su Ya.
She's a very fussy girl.
Beside her was a middle-aged man in a suit, wearing yellowish glasses, slightly balding, and around forty years old.
After getting out of the car, he glanced at the small convoy of cars, said nothing, and pulled Hu Jiangyan back into the car. Seeing their intimate behavior, Xing Baohua wondered if Hu Jiangyan had found an older man.
Since they're all from the same area, a minor scratch and argument can certainly cause delays. As for who's at fault, everyone has their own version of the truth.
Xing Baohua told someone to tell the cars in front to stay and argue, while he went ahead.
Perhaps Hu Jiangyan's car would also give way. They would each go to get their own cars repaired, and that would temporarily resolve the matter, allowing them to follow behind Xing Baohua's convoy.
The driver of Hu Jiangyan's car said as he drove, "I've noted down the license plate. I'll go find them when I get back. They won't even let a car from the Foreign Affairs Office pass?"
Hu Jiangyan, sitting in the back row, didn't speak to the middle-aged man.
They were just riding in the car and had nothing to do with the accident. Besides, the two of them recognized the car logo, and the other party wasn't someone to be trifled with.
In fact, Hu Jiangyan already knew whose car it was. There was only one person in the car from the convoy in Luzhong.
"Darling, how do you plan to package and list this machine factory after the acquisition? Will it really make money?"
The middle-aged man felt a tingling sensation, like goosebumps, as he heard the word with the rolled "r" sound.
Although the two were sitting in the back, their hands were clasped together.
The middle-aged man said in Cantonese-accented Mandarin, "It's quite easy for Hong Kong-funded factories to list in Hong Kong. Listing is for raising funds for the company. The machinery factory is short of money, so it can raise funds in the stock market to revitalize it."
"Why does this sound so easy to me?"
"It's actually quite easy! It's just that some people in your factory are questioning it, saying that capital is involved. But the easiest thing to understand is that they borrow money from shareholders to develop themselves."
"Borrow money! What if you can't pay it back?"
"I was just using a metaphor. We don't need to pay back the money. If they lose money, it's their problem. We're just responsible for selling the stocks." As he spoke, he patted Hu Jiangyan's hand to reassure her.