His research had undergone several theoretical calculations, but while the theory represented an ideal environment, it repeatedly failed in the actual environment.
How could this happen?
Liu Zihong was completely baffled. Every day he recalculated his experimental data. Yes, it must be a problem with the experimental equipment. It was too poor. He had to buy better equipment.
Before we knew it, a month had passed.
When the property management came to collect the rent, Liu Zihong suddenly realized that he had no money left.
"No money? There's nothing I can do about that. We're just collecting rent on your behalf. Let me tell you, kid, you can't afford to mess with the landlord on this floor. You'd better sell everything you can and pay the rent as soon as possible."
"No! This is all my hard work. I'm about to succeed, and once I succeed, I won't be short of money! Give me the landlord's phone number, and I'll contact him personally."
The property management staff sighed. They had seen plenty of entrepreneurs like this. To be honest, every year, at least eighty or a hundred entrepreneurs would come and go in this building, packing their bags and leaving. Their expressions were exactly the same as Liu Zihong's.
Ironically, these are the people they fear the most. These people are most easily agitated on the eve of their dreams being shattered. They already know deep down that their chances of success are slim, but they are unwilling to give up. If you push them at this point, they might just give you a freefall.
This was not something a property management company could afford, so they called Lin Chen for his opinion.
"Who dares to owe me, Lin Chen, rent? Do they even want to stay in this business?"
"Mr. Lin, the other party is a young man named Liu Zihong. He runs a company called Royole Technology. It's been a month and he hasn't had a single customer. Isn't he going to go bankrupt sooner or later? I noticed that he's a bit agitated right now, and I'm worried something might happen, so I called you."
"What? Liu Zihong? Royole Corporation? Are you sure?"
"Yes...yes."
Good heavens! Lin Chen was wondering why he had asked a headhunting company to recruit someone in Shenzhen, but they couldn't find this person. He never expected that this kid would actually come to Shanghai and even rent his own apartment.
Sure enough, I am the protagonist. Isn't this a clear case of protagonist's halo?
"Wait here, I'll be right there."
The property management company hung up the phone and said to Liu Zihong.
“The landlord will be here soon. You can talk to him yourself. Hey young man, I’ve seen plenty of entrepreneurs like you. Take my advice: don’t be discouraged. Staying alive is the most important thing.”
After a while, Lin Chen and Zhang Yiming arrived together.
"President Lin, this is Liu Zihong."
"So you can't afford the rent, right?"
When Liu Zihong looked at the person opposite him, for some reason, he felt a strong dog smell wafting towards him, making his anus tighten.
“Uh, yes…yes, Mr. Lin, hello, my name is Liu Zihong, I…”
"Stop with the nonsense, when are you going to pay the rent?"
"Mr. Lin, I...I...I'll have the money once this project is finished, and I'll definitely make it up to you then."
"Hey, you're an interesting guy. I'm not an angel investor, why would I wait for you to finish your project? Besides, are you mistaken? Rent is something you're supposed to pay, not something you pay because you have money. If you don't pay rent, I can legally kick you out right now."
Liu Zihong's eyes lit up.
Angel investors? Yes, my project looks like a great one, there's bound to be angel investors who will invest. That way, I'll have the money to continue researching it, right?
He believed that he would soon see results!
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Lin. I will go find angel investors right away. I believe I will have the money soon."
Lin Chen chuckled and started chatting with the property management staff next to him.
"Uncle Zhang, does this sound familiar?"
"This sounds all too familiar. Eight out of ten people who fail in their startups think they can get people to invest in them."
Lin Chen turned to Liu Zihong and said.
“Young man, don’t go to all that trouble. How much money do you need? I’ll just invest it directly for you. Let’s be angel investors for once.”
Liu Zihong's eyes darted around. It seemed that this landlord was the kind of person who was foolish and rich, a nouveau riche who made his fortune by collecting rent. Actually, finding an investor like this wasn't bad. At least he wouldn't have his capital led by the nose.
"Mr. Lin, this project of mine needs at least ten million more. That's a lot of money. I think I should go find some angel investors."
"What a joke! Do you think I'm broke? Go ask around in Shanghai, everyone knows I, Lin Chen, am famously rich."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zihong almost burst out laughing. If the whole of Shanghai knew your name, would you still come to me personally to collect rent?
"Mr. Lin, this is a genuine ten million, not real estate or anything like that."
"You don't need to worry about that. I don't have much of anything, except money! Just tell me I'm investing ten million, and you can give me how many shares."
"I didn't expect Mr. Lin to be so knowledgeable. Ten million for 10% of the shares."
"Stop talking nonsense. Who are you trying to fool? Ten percent of the shares? Who are you trying to scam? If you're not sincere, then don't talk. Pay your rent now, or get out of here right now."
Lin Chen put on an angry and exasperated look.
"Hey, Mr. Lin, really? I originally estimated this project to be worth at least 200 million, but now it's cheaper."
"You said it was just an estimate, an estimate isn't real money. My house is estimated to be worth 10 billion. Stop talking nonsense, or I'll call the police if you don't pay the rent."
"No, no, no, Mr. Lin, I misspoke. It's not 10% of the shares, it's 30%!"
"Eighty percent, or pay the rent!"
"Eighty percent?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Uncle Zhang, let's call the police!"
"Okay, Mr. Lin."
"Wait, wait, at most fifty percent!"
"Uncle Zhang, what are you waiting for? Call the police!"
"Oh, Mr. Lin, I'll call the police right away."
"President Lin, President Lin, sixty percent! Sixty percent!"
"I'll give you one last chance to think things through. I don't have that much time to haggle with you here. Wouldn't it be better to go get a foot massage or a foot bath?"
Liu Zihong looked conflicted. Ten million was actually quite a lot. He had only invested five million in the early stages, which was his savings over the years plus this compensation.
But he was unwilling to accept it. He was really confident in his project, but if he was kicked out now, his team would definitely fall apart, his project would not be able to continue, the company would have to go bankrupt, and his entrepreneurial project would have to end in a miserable way.
"Seventy percent!!!"
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