The next morning, Chen Ze got up at around 6 a.m. to wash up and then went out for a five-kilometer jog along Zhujiang Avenue. He was determined to get in good physical shape.
At this time of day, there are relatively few vehicles and pedestrians on the road, and many people are running. It seems that he is not the only one who cherishes his health.
It was already seven o'clock when I finished running five kilometers. Chen Youfu called to invite me to have morning tea at Guangfu Restaurant.
Chen Ze pushed open the door to room 201 and saw that only Chen Youfu and his wife were inside. He greeted them politely: "Uncle Youfu, Auntie, good morning."
"Good morning, did you come back from your run? You're covered in sweat," Chen Youfu asked.
"Yes, exercising more makes you eat better. Uncle Youfu, how come you have dark circles under your eyes after just one day?"
"He was so excited last night that he didn't sleep at all. He even forced me to get up and chat with him. It made me so angry," Auntie complained.
Chen Youfu rolled his eyes at his wife. "How could I be indifferent to earning 52 million in one day? Although everyone calls me the richest man in China, I only earn about two million a year."
"But I see on the bills that there are more than five million coming in every year, don't I?"
"If we subtract the cost of over one million from the five million, and then split it 50/50 with my cousin, wouldn't that be about two million?"
Chen Ze sighed, "With Chen Youfu monopolizing all the supplies for the Jinlong tourist attraction, it's hard not to get rich."
The three ate, drank, and chatted, and soon it was past eight o'clock. Chen Youfu handed him a cigarette and said, "Xiao Ze, what kind of business are you planning to do with 26 million? I'm going to invest in you. I don't have any other skills, but I have some connections in Guangcheng and a bit of money. I also own this restaurant, but I'm not satisfied with that."
Chen Ze chuckled and said, "Uncle Youfu, I didn't expect you to broaden your horizons so quickly."
Chen Youfu slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang," then stood up excitedly and said, "That's exactly what I said last night. I can't sleep a wink. I swear I'll build my own business and see who dares to call me a nouveau riche behind my back."
He waved his hand at Chen Youfu, "Uncle Youfu, sit down and don't get excited. To be a successful businessman, you must first keep your mind calm in the face of any situation in order to effectively solve the problem."
"Yes, yes, you're right. So, which industries are the safest to invest in?"
"We run a factory that produces mid-to-high-end women's clothing, mainly skirts. If you ask who makes the most money in the world, it's women's money, of course. Loving beauty is a woman's nature."
"Xiao Ze, I'll invest 150 million. See if that's enough. If not, I'll add more."
"That's enough for now. I'll also invest ten million, and I want 49% of the shares. What do you think?"
“Okay, no problem. You decide the company’s development direction, and I’ll be responsible for some miscellaneous tasks, such as purchasing production equipment and selecting a factory site. By the way, there’s a two-story warehouse behind my house. The first floor is 2,000 square meters and can be used as a factory workshop with a little renovation.”
“2,000 square meters is enough. Divide the first floor in half to make a material warehouse and the other half to make offices and a sales department. The second floor will be a production workshop. Uncle Youfu, go and buy 100 computerized flat needle sewing machines, 20 double needle sewing machines, 20 edge banding machines and related supporting equipment right now. I will register the company and recruit employees.”
Next, the two discussed some details of the company's initial planning and management system. Chen Ze decided that Chen Youfu would be the factory manager because Chen Ze would be going back to school on the 25th of next month, so only Chen Youfu could manage it.
After discussing the matter, Chen Ze left the Guangfu Grand Restaurant.
Chen Youfu's wife, He Meiyue, said with a shocked expression, "Chen Ze speaks eloquently and analyzes problems with clear logic. He doesn't seem like an eighteen-year-old child at all."
"Honey, he was already a millionaire with over 20 million at eighteen, while you were still playing in the mud when you were eighteen."
"Go to hell, you slept with me when I was eighteen."
"Click." The door to the private room was opened from the outside, and a fair-skinned teenager walked in.
Chen Hao sat down next to his father and said with a sweet smile, "Dad, I've recently taken a liking to a red Ferrari. Could you help me out financially?"
“Get out! I have no money. All you do all day is eat, drink, and play with women. Can’t you be a little more ambitious? I just bought you a Lamborghini last month, and now you’re thinking about a Ferrari. I put you in a restaurant to learn management, and you come here at midnight every day without any attitude towards learning.”
He Meiyue glared at him angrily and said, "Chen Youfu, can't you talk to the child properly? He just asked you for some money to buy a car, why are you so angry? Are you out of your mind?"
"That's right, Dad, I didn't do anything to you, why are you getting so angry?"
"How can I not get angry? You know that snotty-nosed guy from our village who used to play in the mud with you when you were kids. He made over 20 million, but instead of buying luxury cars and sleeping around like you, he was thinking about how to make more money, how to expand his company, and how to become an outstanding entrepreneur."
Chen Hao pursed his lips, "Anyone can brag. I'll be the richest man in the world someday. Will I actually succeed?"
"you……"
"..."
Chen Ze ran back and forth between the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the government service center with a pile of documents, and it took him two hours to get it done. Looking at the business license in his hand, he saw that the registered capital of Baihe Clothing Co., Ltd. was 25 million yuan.
Next, he went to find someone to make an illuminated signboard with the factory name "Baihe Garment Factory". The simple five characters cost him three thousand yuan, but fortunately, they included on-site installation.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Fatty. "Hey, what's up, Fatty?"
On the other end of the phone, someone said, "Ze-zai, didn't you check the messages in your high school class group this morning?"
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