In fact, Jiang Bin is somewhat similar to David Anderson thirty years ago. Both of them are people with extremely high talents but low emotional intelligence.
Otherwise, considering Jiang Bin's skills, it would be very easy for him to make a fortune. Even though he has not yet reached the Grandmaster level, he is definitely a master in the intonation circle, and he is also a top-level master, just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.
If Jiang Bin wanted to, it would be easy for him to earn 18 million a year, but unfortunately, his emotional intelligence is really a bit problematic, which led to his current situation of begging with a golden bowl in hand.
No wonder his three brothers disliked him, and even his wife divorced him in the end. No one would believe that if he was not the main reason, then this was not the case.
A person like him is suitable for finding a long-term job. It is nonsense to ask him to go out and find a job on his own.
Yang Jing thought it through very clearly. Once he took over the Evil Dragon Fund in the future, the jadeite raw stones stored there would be thousands of tons. It would be enough for Jiang Bin to keep carving these jadeite stones for a lifetime.
Of course, if Jiang Bin agrees to join Yang Jing's team, Yang Jing will definitely not let this jade carving master suffer any loss, and his annual after-tax income of more than eight figures is absolutely guaranteed.
Before leaving Jiang Bing, Yang Jing got the contact information of Jiang Bin's wife Zheng Yating.
After leaving the house, Yang Jing called Wu Zeping, the general manager of Rongbao Mining Yanjing Branch.
"Boss Wu, this is Yang Jing. Is it convenient now? I have something to talk to you about." Yang Jing and Wu Zepeng had dinner together once, so they were familiar with each other. And during that dinner, Guo Dabao told Wu Zepeng directly that Yang Jing was the largest individual shareholder of the company, and if he needed anything, the branch office must help him unconditionally.
"Oh, it's Mr. Yang, just tell me what you want to say. As long as it's within my ability, I will do my best to help." Wu Zeping attached great importance to this young major shareholder. He was Guo Dabao's absolute confidant, so as the president of the Yanjing branch, he was very clear about some things about Yang Jing.
"Mr. Wu, do you have time tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
"Director Yang, are you in Beijing? Well, don't make any arrangements for tonight, I'll do it. If Mr. Guo knew that you came to Beijing and asked him to treat you, he would definitely fire me as the branch manager. So, you better let me make the arrangements, I still want to stay in this position for two more years."
Wu Zepeng's words made Yang Jing laugh. This old guy was not shy about what he said, and dared to say anything, but it made people feel comfortable listening to him.
"Okay then. You make the arrangements for the evening. I'll bring two bottles of good wine over. We can just be alone tonight."
In the evening, Yang Jing and Wu Zepeng sat together in the Xiaoyanglou private restaurant at No. 1 Xiniujiao Hutong, Xicheng District.
"It's not easy to book this table. If the company didn't often receive guests here and we weren't familiar with the boss, it would be difficult to make a reservation on the spur of the moment. Although the food here isn't as outrageous as the Li family's, you still have to make a reservation several days in advance."
Yang Jing nodded and said, "This restaurant is good. I've heard of it."
"Yes, it's good, the taste is good, and the price is reasonable. Usually the company entertains guests here. The Royal Concubine Chicken here is a specialty of Yanjing, and the spicy beef and Yanglou cheese are both delicious dishes. I have ordered all these dishes, and you can try them later."
"Brother Wu, there are only two of us, so don't prepare so many dishes. It will be a waste if there are too many."
"Not much, not much. I just ordered six dishes and a soup. It didn't cost much. But the two bottles of 1983 Five-Star Moutai you brought are enough to set up ten tables..."
Yang Jin smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Wine is not a problem. I brought this with me after drinking with a jade carving master this afternoon. The master said this was left by his grandfather. Come, have a taste."
These two bottles of wine were indeed brought from Jiang Bin's house. Since Yang Jing decided to help Zheng Yating with her job, Jiang Bin, no matter how low his EQ was, knew to ask Yang Jing to bring two bottles of good wine.
As a result, when Yang Jing followed Jiang Bin to his basement, his eyes almost popped out. The basement was as big as a room, and most of the room was filled with old wines, such as Moutai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, Fenjiu, Xifeng, Gujinggong, Shuanggou, Yanghe... the youngest one was at least 20 years old.
Jiang Bin said that these wines were all left by the old man. In his life, the old man Jiang never smoked or drank tea, but he liked to drink a little, so he had saved a lot of good wines at home. However, although Jiang Bin also liked to drink a little, he only liked the Niulanshan Erguotou from Yanjing, so he saved all the good wines in this half of the house.
If Jiang Bin was willing to sell this half room full of old wine, he could easily make millions!
Just the two bottles of "Five-Star" brand Moutai liquor that Yang Jing brought, which are called "local state-owned" by the Tibetan community, cost forty or fifty thousand yuan each!
The dishes were served quickly, and Yang Jing personally poured a glass of wine for Wu Zepeng, and then the two of them clinked their glasses and took a sip.
"Tsk tsk, this sauce-flavored liquor tastes better as it ages. Strong-flavored liquor will have a bit of an off flavor if it's stored for such a long time. But it's really a bit extravagant for the two of us to drink it like this. Such old liquor should be blended with new wine before drinking."
Yang Jing said with a smile: "What's the point of saying it's extravagant or not? The master has plenty of this wine at home. It's easy to drink it. Just bring two more bottles when the time comes."
Wu Zepeng waved his hands and said, "That won't do. I'm lucky to be able to drink this kind of wine today. This wine can't be bought even if I have money."
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