Chapter 761
Raindrops slammed against the windshield of the Mercedes-Benz, and the wipers, swinging at their fastest frequency, could not keep up with the speed at which the rain gathered.
The fat boy leaned back in his seat and watched through the blurry car window as Wang Dachui's figure, standing at the door of the hotel with an umbrella, gradually shrank.
He let out a long sigh until he could no longer see her after turning the corner. "Lao Chen, go straight home."
On the other side, watching the taillights of the car disappear in the depths of the rain, Wang Dachui turned around abruptly, and the polite smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a gloomy look.
He stared at the financial team leader beside him, his tone full of anger:
"Did Mr. Pan's few words just now make you confused? Why didn't you help me persuade him a few more times? You failed at the critical moment!"
The finance manager looked embarrassed and explained carefully:
"Boss, actually... what Mr. Pan said makes a lot of sense. The greater the opportunity, the higher the risk. Our company has been steadily expanding in Yongcheng. The current situation is already quite good. There's no need to take such a big risk."
Wang Dachui interrupted him impatiently:
"Tsk! Which side are you on?! I think Mr. Pan was scared by the previous stock price of Shenzhen City and now he doesn't dare to take the risk.
Unlike me, if I lose money, I just look for opportunities to make it back. Now is the best opportunity in Zhucheng. It’s a gift from God. If you miss this opportunity, you’ll never get it again!"
The financial team leader advised earnestly:
"But boss, Mr. Pan is a shareholder. If he doesn't agree, wouldn't it just be a falling out if you insist on going? Mr. Pan has powerful connections, and he was the one who brought you into this industry, so you absolutely can't offend him."
"Then tell me, is there any way to do this without getting his consent and without causing any trouble?"
The finance team leader hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice:
"This... If you really want to be the boss, why not... consider sole ownership? You can talk to Mr. Pan and buy out his shares.
As long as the discussion is successful, it won't be considered a breakup. You can make your own decisions in the future, and you can still maintain contact with Mr. Pan. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"
Wang Dachui sneered, and a subtle light flashed in his eyes:
"Old Zhang! You're such a fox! You must have seen through my intentions long ago. Actually, I gave him the shares so that he could bring me into the industry. Now that the company is established, it would be great if I could take the shares back."
He changed the subject and frowned again:
"But I'm afraid the money I have right now isn't enough to buy it. I can only wait. I'll wait for the year-end dividends and see how much the leather factory has earned this year. If that doesn't work out, I'm afraid the leather factory will be sold!"
"Oh! Boss, this is not cost-effective! The two companies are operated separately and can cover each other. It's like not putting all your eggs in one basket, so the risks can be dispersed. The leather factory cannot be moved!" Lao Zhang urged.
"I understand this logic, but now the reform is everywhere and the opportunity is fleeting. Although this is a bad idea, it is also a strategy. We will see when the time comes." After saying that, he turned and walked into the restaurant, leaving Lao Zhang sighing.
When Little Fatty returned home, the first thing he did was to call Su Miao.
He didn't know that Su Miao had already returned, so he first dialed the capital.
I heard from Meng Sui that they had returned to Yongcheng, so I called Yongcheng... well... I finally called back to Sujia Village and found them.
"Miao Miao, I've searched all the way from north to south looking for you. It's really not easy."
"Sorry, Brother Xiaopang, my dad and I just returned to Yongcheng yesterday. Today we're back in the village to pay our respects to the ancestors. Is there something urgent?"
"Just as you guessed, Wang Dachui has been discussing the Zhucheng project with me. Today..." Brother Xiaopang recounted his meeting with Wang Dachui just now.
After listening to Little Fatty's description, Su Miao fell into deep thought:
I have to say that Wang Dachui is indeed a good businessman.
He has a keen business sense and is daring and enterprising. If she had not accumulated experience from her previous life, it would have been difficult for her to defeat him who had made a name for himself in the business world.
"Miao Miao? How is it?" The voice of the little fat brother brought Su Miao back to her senses.
Su Miao chuckled: "Brother Xiaopang, your acting skills are really getting better and better. You can even act in a movie."
"Oh no! I think so too. How about when I get richer in the future, I will invest in a movie. You are pretty, so I will let you be the heroine and I will just play a small supporting role to satisfy my own desires."
"I think it's feasible. According to the current social environment, the cultural and entertainment industry has great prospects. Even the higher-ups have said that restrictions should be relaxed and a hundred flowers should bloom. This field is indeed worth studying." Su Miao's tone became serious.
"Ah? Are you serious? I thought it was just a joke." The fat guy was a little surprised.
"This direction is indeed good, but the waters are deep. Whether you want to develop it depends on your own understanding and research, Brother Xiaopang. It's too early now. We can wait until next year when we get the money out of the stock market and then we can slowly see."
Su Miao changed the subject: "As for Wang Dachui, we'll proceed as planned and wait for him to pay."
After hanging up the phone, Little Fatty was still wondering, was Miaomiao pointing him in a new direction?
He walked into the living room and looked at the rain still falling outside the window, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.
The Shanghai stock market has really soared this year. Putting aside other things, the "Yuyuan" that Miaomiao had asked him to buy in large quantities broke through the 1,000 yuan mark in February and became the first "1,000 yuan stock".
The big players are holding on to their stocks and are reluctant to let go, with a turnover rate of only 10%, and a clear reluctance to sell.
Based on the stock price, he and Miaomiao are already millionaires.
A million! Nowadays, an ordinary worker only earns two hundred yuan a month, so a million is an astronomical figure.
Sometimes, when he counted the zeros at the end, he felt that it was just a string of numbers and had no sense of reality.
The rain was still falling outside the window. The fat boy was sitting on the leather sofa, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the glass of the coffee table.
There were several financial statements spread out on the coffee table. Without looking at his own "An Ye" for now, the two small real estate projects of Shunfa Real Estate alone had brought in more than 100,000 yuan in cash.
These numbers that once made him happy were now automatically converted into small changes in his stock account in his mind.
"A million..." he muttered to himself, and suddenly laughed out loud.
The laughter seemed abrupt in the quiet living room and startled the turtle in the pond. This turtle was picked up by Xiaopang Ge in his hometown when he was a child and he has raised it until now.
The old turtle stretched its neck to take a look at the fat boy, and its claws scraped against the edge of the pond, making a crackling sound.
"Hey! Buddy, you're still awake? Then come have a midnight snack with me."
The fat boy took a small fish out of the tank and threw it into the pond. He drank some wine while watching the turtle chase it.
Dozens of kilometers away in Sujia Village, Su Miao was looking through the notes left by his third grandfather.
The yellowed pages record the prices of goods from decades ago: a pound of salt cost eight cents, and an apprentice's monthly salary was three yuan.
Somehow, she suddenly remembered the stack of paper money with a face value of ten thousand yuan that she burned in front of the grave during the day.
Now even paper money for the dead is divided into high-end and low-end. Traditional yellow paper can no longer meet the needs of wealthy people for ancestor worship. Even the things to be burned have begun to be exquisite.
The ghost money they bought this time was something the elderly people in the village had never seen before. They praised the father and daughter for their filial piety, while the banknotes printed with the emperor's portrait eventually curled up into ashes in the flames.
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