Where there are people, there is a world of conflict; where there is profit, there is struggle. The cosmetics city is not only a place with people, but also a place where money gathers.
There's no shortage of underworld connections, and relying solely on floor management and a few security guards won't solve much.
This place is a dangerous and dangerous place, with plenty of powerful figures and scoundrels. Zhao Yanran has her own connections and doesn't bother checking up on the counter. She goes directly to a small shop across the street.
The sign above the door reads "Brother Hao's Law Firm," and below it in smaller print, it says, "Resolve problems through negotiation; handle all thorny issues."
The signboard has weathered away, and the pager and landline behind it are no longer visible.
Upon entering, there was a staircase. Zhao Yanran went upstairs, where a small counter was set up in the cramped space. A young woman in her early twenties was sitting there, smoking a cigarette and with permed hair. Judging from her expression and demeanor, she didn't seem to be from a respectable family.
To the left is a door with a yellowed plastic curtain hanging on it. From inside, the smells of smoke, foot odor, and the clatter of mahjong tiles waft out, and occasionally, you can hear a woman's laughter.
"What are you doing? Playing mahjong?" the girl asked casually without even lifting her eyelids.
"I need to get something done with Brother Hao, are you there?"
"Where are you from?" the girl looked up at her and asked.
"From the cosmetics market."
The girl stood up, took a drag of her cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and walked in wearing high-heeled sandals, saying, "Come with me."
The room was noisy and messy, with sunflower seed shells scattered all over the floor. Mahjong tables and gambling machines were strewn about, and several shirtless men were drinking and boasting about their fights with others, pointing to the knife scars on their bodies.
The innermost seat was in a fairly nice environment. There was a small table next to it with an ashtray and tea. A square-faced man in his thirties was smoking, while a scantily clad girl leaned against him watching him play cards.
"Brother Hao, someone needs you to settle something." The girl stepped forward, took the half-smoked cigarette from Brother Hao's mouth, and put it in her own mouth, taking a couple of puffs.
Hao Ge looked up at Zhao Yanran, realized he didn't recognize her, and said, "If you can solve this by relying on the rules and regulations of the cosmetics market, then do so. I'm about to retire from this business."
"I only contacted you because I couldn't solve it myself!"
"Why? Is it about the amount of money?"
"He took three million out of my five hundred thousand!"
Three million?
When this number was revealed, everyone present was shocked. They had only handled amounts of 30,000 to 50,000, at most 100,000 to 80,000.
Good heavens, three million!
"Who is it? So ruthless!"
"Was it that Huasha Cosmetics? It was so lively that day, I even went to check it out."
"It must be him."
"You guys have no idea, they almost blew their brains out over there just now..."
Hao Ge has been in this area for many years. He's not a local either. Seven or eight years ago, he took a sum of money and went into business, but he was swindled out of his entire fortune by a fellow villager.
Later, he made a tough decision and continued to cheat his fellow villagers, which actually made him a lot of money. Naturally, he offended people and got into fights, but unexpectedly, he made a name for himself.
After the cosmetics market was established, he took on all sorts of jobs, from counter competition to attacking rivals and snatching orders, quickly becoming the most ruthless person in the cosmetics market.
In the past two years, young people have risen to prominence, and the rules and regulations in the cosmetics market have been improved. He has also made money. Recently, his wife is pregnant, so he is thinking of playing mahjong for a while, and then quitting the business in a few days.
I didn't expect such a big order.
Hao Ge lost interest in playing mahjong. He pushed the tiles in front of him aside and asked, "How much money can you offer?"
"Ten percent, I'll give you fifty thousand!" Zhao Yanran said through gritted teeth. As long as she could get the money back, fifty thousand really wasn't much.
Hao was tempted. With this 50,000 yuan, he could afford his wife's postpartum care and even baby formula. It was just a convenient expense. The news that Huasha Cosmetics sold 3 million yuan worth of products that day shocked the entire cosmetics market, and he inquired about it as well.
They have no connections; they're all from out of town.
“Okay, when? Call him out, and we’ll talk together,” Hao Ge said.
"Then let's do it tomorrow night!"
"I'll contact you later." Brother Hao waved his hand, indicating that Zhao Yanran could leave.
Jiang Xiaoyan will be back tomorrow, and Lu Feng is also preparing to return to the company. He will call Zhang Fengxia this afternoon to inquire about the recent business situation.
Adding to the remaining 60 million, we've now raised 80 million. The money can be returned intact in the next couple of days. The current debt situation is quite urgent; next month we need to repay the 9 million borrowed by mortgaging the production line.
Zhang Fengxia's idea is to give companies more breathing room, avoid major financial transactions before the end of the year, repay some debts, and then use bridging loans to extend the debt repayment period, thus reducing the pressure.
Lu Feng thought it was acceptable. As long as there wasn't too much external pressure, he was willing to give the company a little more breathing room, since the next few years would be the real battle.
Zhang Fengxia then talked about the valuation of financial institutions at home and abroad. Lu Feng didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and just said he would look into it when he got back.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng sat there and pondered for a while. It was normal for a company to grow and become an industry unicorn, attracting the attention of some financial institutions.
But with so many financial institutions giving valuations at the same time, something just doesn't feel right, does it?
Finance is something that each era has its own way of operating, and Lu Feng had never seen this method before, so he didn't know what it meant.
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