"Are you serious?" Mr. Lou was incredulous. He knew the situation in the mainland very well; he himself came from there.
Back in the 1960s, people couldn't even get enough to eat, and everything was backward. During that decade, technology didn't just not advance; it actually regressed dramatically.
"Yes, we do intend to go in this direction. The subsequent plan is to develop a large industrial chain."
"Then why can't we invest?" Lou's father asked bluntly.
"There are risks."
"Nonsense, there's always risk involved in everything. But Shouren, keeping everything to yourself isn't a good idea."
"No, no, no, you two have misunderstood." Wang Shouren shook his head: "Currently, there isn't a single company in China that can truly be considered an individual enterprise. Even my current factory is a joint venture between the state and myself. If we were to cooperate with you, the separation would be far too complicated. That's one point."
"Secondly, motorcycles are fine, but if it's cars, exporting them will inevitably attract attention. Will that cause you two trouble?"
Wang Shouren's caution towards that bald eagle was ingrained to the core.
To everyone's surprise, when Fok Ying-tung and Lou's father heard this, they exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Shouren, you're overthinking it. In Hong Kong, who can cause us any trouble? Even the British can't do anything to us, so who else can? Don't worry about it. As for your first question, go back and think of a way to get us involved." Fok Ying-tung patted Wang Shouren on the shoulder, completely unconcerned.
Actually, this was Wang Shouren's own problem.
In my previous life, the whole world knew that Huawei was sanctioned by the United States.
In reality, there might have been someone who could have sanctioned Fok Ying-tung in that era, but that "person" was definitely not some foreigner.
What can the bald eagle punish? It's nothing more than the black and white ganging up on each other.
On the one hand, cutting off Huawei's supply chain is problematic. Fok Ying-tung was in real estate; cutting off his supply chain? Cutting off his cement business? That's impossible. As for the underworld, in Hong Kong these days, there are more criminals than legitimate ones. It's simply impossible for an outside force to touch Fok Ying-tung. Unless, of course, they directly use the military.
Sending him to the army would be even more impossible. Do you really think the rabbit who has fought all eighteen gangs is dead?
Let alone rabbits, even the British wouldn't agree to such a thing.
This was entirely Wang Shouren's overthinking.
After a moment's thought, having grasped the key point, Wang Shouren nodded in agreement: "Since you two have no concerns, then I have none either. However, regarding the investment involved..."
"Hey, when you're investing, Lao Lou will go to the mainland with you. Just introduce him to him. Leave me a copy, that's fine. I don't ask for much. Your plan is huge. If it goes well, I'll benefit; if it doesn't, it doesn't matter. I'll just consider it supporting the development of the mainland..."
The exchange between the two sides was quite pleasant.
In the afternoon, Lou's father hosted another round of golf, allowing Wang Shouren to experience what it meant to live like an aristocrat. With Wang Shouren's physical abilities, playing golf was a piece of cake, astonishing Lou's father who repeatedly said he could compete professionally.
Wang Shouren simply smiled and brushed it off.
After a day's journey, driver Lou opened the car door, and Wang Shouren got in. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and rubbed his temples: "What a hassle."
Lou Xiao'e looked at him with a half-smile: "What, are you that afraid of my dad?"
"Scared? Not really, just a little worried, after all, I kidnapped his daughter." Wang Shouren's survival instinct was still strong. He actually wanted to say that today's negotiations had left him feeling a bit exhausted, but then he thought, "Goodness, this silly moth is up to something."
"Hmph, at least you still have some conscience." Lou Xiao'e's eyes darted around, and she asked again, "How much money are you planning to swindle from my dad this time?"
“It’s not really a black market,” Wang Shouren shook his head. “It’s just a win-win situation. For them, this investment isn’t actually that big.”
The construction of motorcycle and automobile factories both require money, and a considerable amount of money at that. Wang Shouren has already drawn up a plan, divided into several phases. The first phase is expected to cost 50 million, but he hasn't submitted that plan yet. He knows that if there are no results, submitting a budget of 50 million will most likely not be approved by the higher-ups.
Actually, this is just his own delusion. He has already given the green light from above, but he just doesn't know it.
He's still clinging to the idea that everything depends on himself.
His network, connections, capital, and everything else were all built up slowly from scratch over the years. It really wasn't easy for him to accumulate so much wealth over such a long period.
"Tell me the truth, this plan is so big, what are the chances of success?" Lou Xiao'e's eyes gleamed with cunning.
“I don’t know, it depends on how they market it.” Wang Shouren shook his head. “However, I think I will participate in this marketing campaign.”
There are many classic marketing cases in later generations, so why not take advantage of them?
"That means there's a good chance."
"You can say that if you want."
“Well, I also have some money here, and I'd like to invest it too.”
How much money do you have?
"Hmm, not much. Let me think, I probably still have about HK$110 million."
Wang Shouren: ...
"Snatch...snatch the young master?"
“110 million Hong Kong dollars, I sold those houses.”
“There’s no need for that.” Wang Shouren stopped the woman’s wasteful idea: “Just keep it to appreciate in value. Besides, what’s the difference between you investing and your dad investing?”
Just kidding. In 1980, the average house price in Hong Kong was HK$300 per square foot. In 2021, the price per square foot in Hong Kong increased 40 times. What investment product in the world can preserve value better than this?
Although Wang Shouren came from the future, he really didn't know what the future held for this factory.
Houses are still a better store of value.
“My dad’s is my dad’s, and I am mine. But since you say it can appreciate in value, then keep it. You have to let me know when you can sell it. Let me tell you, this is what I left for Wang Siren, so you’re not allowed to have any designs on it.”
Wang Shouren said helplessly, "I'm not that immoral."
"Yes, yes, you're not that wicked. I don't know who it was, but the night before his blind date with Qin Jingru, he slept in the same bed with me and then went on the blind date with a straight face the next day and even got engaged."
Wang Shouren: ...
There's really no way to defend it.
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