Chapter 217: Not Making Money Is Bullshit
At that moment, a group of people slowly entered the VIP entrance of the venue. The small entrepreneurs who were originally concentrating on gossiping and their necks flying suddenly sat up straight and looked towards the front row.
Chu's father and mother pulled Chu Yanyan back to their seats, and the confrontation between them temporarily stopped.
It was not until Chu Yanyan came on stage with a manuscript in hand and talked about the future plans of their Chinese medicine clinic that Meng Shuyue realized that they were also here to invest.
Chu Yanyan talked about the future plan to open more than ten chain Chinese medicine clinics in Kyoto, stating that as a century-old brand in Hong Kong, Chu's Chinese Medicine Clinic is committed to promoting Chinese medicine.
The passionate speech drew applause from fellow competitors in the audience.
Even the people sitting in the front row followed the crowd and applauded.
Chu Yanyan on the stage looked past the crowd and landed on Meng Shuyue, her face full of pride, "As Chinese, we should win glory for our country and make a career, instead of taking shortcuts to climb up every day and forgetting our roots and losing our original intentions."
After these concluding remarks, the audience burst into even louder applause.
Those who knew the inside story in the room glanced directly at Meng Shuyue after hearing these words, expecting to see her reaction.
Others could understand the sarcasm in Chu Yanyan's words just now, so how could Meng Shuyue not understand it?
This was a blatant mockery of her for taking shortcuts and relying on men to get to the top, and forgetting her original profession of traditional Chinese medicine to become a boss.
After the applause died down, the person on the stage walked down gracefully, showing the demeanor of a daughter of a wealthy family.
Meng Shuyue had to admit at this time that the three years that Chu Yanyan had taken her place and gone to Hong Kong City had indeed cultivated her temperament and vision, and she was not at all stage fright in such a large occasion.
On the contrary, this was the first time Meng Shuyue faced such a large-scale occasion where the survival of the fittest was decided, which invisibly added a lot of psychological pressure to her.
Chu Yanyan passed by her and smiled at her provocatively.
Song Shijing glared back at her fiercely, then turned around to comfort Meng Shuyue, "Don't look at her smugness, thinking that she can attract investment by speaking loudly, and that those investors will listen to the audience's reaction and give her money. They are all businessmen, and it's nonsense if they don't make money!"
Song Shijing's words were rough but his point was valid. Chu's father and mother were also aware of this. Otherwise, they would not have failed to attract any investment after Bai Qingfeng's capital injection. Even if they asked for help from Bai's father, he would not have refused to take over this mess.
Several people looked very unhappy.
Meng Shuyue's mind was not on those people, but her eyes were on the newspaper in the hands of the man sitting in front of her.
It clearly said "A fire broke out in a foreign company and one person died, the person suspected to be the boss of the company."
Looking downward, the picture below is a black-and-white photo covered with a white cloth, with the words "suspected to be Shen, the boss of a domestic branch of a foreign company" under the photo.
When Meng Shuyue looked at these words, his mind suddenly exploded, his vision became blurry, and his whole body began to tremble violently.
Li Bin and Song Shijing also noticed her strangeness and followed her gaze to look at the newspaper.
Song Shijing was stunned, and the next second he snatched the newspaper and read it carefully with trembling hands.
Even though he rarely paid attention to Shen Jinxiao later, he still knew which company he worked for.
Looking at the content on the news, Song Shijing forced a smile and looked at Meng Shuyue, "This is definitely not my uncle. My uncle is so skilled, how could he not be able to escape from a fire? Don't you think so..."
Meng Shuyue did not answer, but nodded in her heart. With Shen Jinxiao's skills, it was no problem for him to climb through windows on several floors. How could he be trapped in a fire?
She still remembered that the night before, he hugged her and promised to take her and the child home soon.
I still remember how clearly the pain and regret were in his eyes, saying that he had made her suffer.
He also remembered the serious look on his uncle's face, saying that he would go crazy if there was one more mark.
At that time, she curled up in his arms and laughed so hard that she shook with laughter.
But he just looked at her sadly, hugged her tighter, and said that she could only be his.
In the future, he will give her and her children a big villa like the Bai family's.
So, when her memory was restored, her mind was filled with the person she said would not abandon her. How could he have left her and died at a time when she didn't know?
But why was there a watch, the same model as the one on her wrist, on the small section of the burnt arm exposed under the white cloth in the newspaper photo?
Even though the watch was also pitch black, she could still clearly recognize that it was the couple watch that Shen Jinxiao gave her that night.
Someone on the stage held a microphone and called out her card number and name, and Meng Shuyue finally came back to her senses from the newspaper.
A tear fell on the smooth dial of the watch, and Meng Shuyue realized that she had been crying for a long time without knowing when.
The host on the stage was still calling her name. Song Shijing and Li Bin pulled her aside, worried. "Shuyue, you're not in good condition. How about I go on stage?"
Meng Shuyue wiped the tears from her face and shook her head at him, "I'm fine. You're not prepared, and you don't understand Chinese medicine. I'd better go up and talk to you."
After saying this, she smiled at the two of them, ignoring the malicious gazes of the three people across the aisle staring at her, raised her head slightly, and walked slowly onto the stage.
Meng Shuyue walked slowly onto the stage without high heels or neat and expensive clothes.
Holding the microphone and looking at the scrutinizing eyes of the row of investors below the stage, his slightly pale hand holding the microphone gradually tightened, and he forced back the tears while suppressing the soreness in his eyes.
"I used to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and so were my parents. The clinic was busy all day, and the number of people I treated was no more than 70, so I wanted to save more people..."
She carefully explained the original intention of setting up a pharmaceutical factory and the advantages of Lingquan Chinese medicine manufacturing.
Then truthfully explain some Chinese medicine products that will be developed later.
Finally, she wrote down the sales of the pharmaceutical factory's recent star products, which had been prepared long ago, as well as the expectations and profits of the products in the next few years in the form of drawings and tables, and distributed them one by one to the row of investors below.
The investor sitting in the middle looked at the profit figures written on the form in his hand and couldn't help but frowned, looking at Meng Shuyue on the stage, "You just planned so well, why is the profit here so little, only 20,000 yuan a year? You should know that the investment amount you requested is 200,000 yuan, and after dividing it between the state-owned enterprise and the shares you have, we can only make 3,000 yuan a year. How many years will it take to get our investment back?
Finally, the person who made the decision in the middle of the investment put down the form, crossed his hands on the table and looked at Meng Shuyue, "You just heard it. Someone asked us to invest in a western medicine factory. With the same investment, we can get a return of 30,000 every year, and there is no interference from other shareholders. Why do you think we will invest in your obsolete traditional Chinese medicine industry?"
Having said this, everyone in the audience held their breath and looked at Meng Shuyue, wondering how she would react.
Because the words of this investment boss undoubtedly slapped her in the face for discriminatory treatment before the results were announced.
Just now, Chu Yanyan also introduced the traditional Chinese medicine industry, but won the applause of this person in charge. But now she directly pointed out that Meng Shuyue Pharmaceutical Factory has no future. Anyone with discerning ears would know that there must be something fishy going on.
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