Alas, I am so capable, why is my son so lazy?
Xia Yu complained in his heart and glanced at Ji Yang.
Ji Yang: ???
His father works so hard to earn money, so shouldn't he spend it happily? Otherwise, why would he earn the money? Just keep it in his hands and wait for it to depreciate?
Ji Yang's idea was not wrong, but it was not appropriate to speak it out. Ji Qi was open-minded and did not restrict his son's spending like a miser.
It is said that sons should be raised in poverty and daughters should be raised well, but both the palms and the backs of the hands are flesh and blood, so there is no need to be so stingy. Teach him the correct consumption concept, and maybe he will spend more and more money.
Xia Yu is one of the better-educated second-generation people. He can both earn and spend. To be honest, he is a little envious.
Alas, if only Xia Yu was his son.
To be honest, if there was no system, being Ji Qi's son would be quite attractive, but after having the system, Xia Yu felt that being a father was more suitable for him.
Well, the father of all mankind!
Xia Yu chatted with Ji Qi while enjoying the delicious stone pot bibimbap.
The taste of the sauce is not Korean. It should be the exclusive secret recipe developed by Ji Qi himself. It evenly soaks every plump rice grain and is very good.
This is a dish that looks simple but actually requires a lot of thought. The Ji family eats it quite frequently. Ji Qi is not only skilled in making it, but also does it with a very high degree of completion.
Ji Yang had eaten so many meals with him, so today's meal could be considered as paying back some of the interest.
"Uncle and aunt, thank you for your hospitality. I'm done eating."
After scooping the last mouthful of bibimbap with a spoon, Xia Yu wiped his mouth to express his gratitude.
"If you like it, come to our house more often. We eat at least twice a week."
Seeing that there was not a grain of rice left in Xia Yu's bowl, Ji Qi was still very happy.
"Okay, I'll definitely come and bother you next time."
Ji Qi might be serious, but Xia Yu was just being polite.
No matter how close your friends are, you can't just go to someone's house every day to eat and drink for free. Because he runs a special restaurant, he gets to eat at his house a lot, but no friend has ever eaten at his house.
No, Jiang Baiying has eaten it, more than once.
This is probably because they live upstairs and downstairs, which is so convenient?
After dinner, the aunt cleared the table, so Xia Yu didn't need to show any support. He followed Ji Qi and his son to the reception room on the first floor to continue chatting.
About half an hour later, Ji Yang's mother brought over a pot of brewed tea.
"Come, Xiaoxia, have some tea."
Ji Qi poured a glass for Xia Yu and himself, and Ji Yang let him pour it himself.
"Uncle, where do you think is the best place for my company to go public in the future?"
Xia Yu took a sip of tea, put down the cup and continued to ask Ji Qi for advice.
This is just a hypothesis. He has said before that he does not want to take the restaurant chain public, but people's ideas will change with changes in cognition and time, so it would be a good idea to ask for the opinions of listing experts.
"I think Hong Kong stocks are still better. Now that our honeymoon period with Magnesium is over, Nasdaq is not a good choice."
Ji Qi thought for a moment and said.
All three of his companies are listed on NASDAQ, but if something unexpected happens in the future, he does not rule out the possibility of delisting from NASDAQ and then relisting.
"Also, once your company becomes bigger, it would be best if you split it up and list it on the stock market, and control all the major production bases yourself."
Ji Yang added another sentence.
Entrepreneurs always hide the most core things. The first ones to be listed are used to cut leeks. They usually only retain the decision-making power and continuously reduce their holdings to cash out, turning from the largest shareholder into a small shareholder.
Just like Bill Gates, once the world's richest man, he has cashed out a total of about 50 billion US dollars and so far only owns about 1% of Microsoft's shares.
If he had not reduced his holdings, his net worth might have been higher, but the money in his account is real money. No matter how good a stock is, there will come a day when it is no longer good, and it will be too late to reduce his holdings at that time.
"Been taught a lesson!"
Xia Yu said thoughtfully.
As the saying goes, "Old ginger is wiser." After some research, Ji Qi saw that his most competitive advantage lies in the ingredients and the production base that continuously supplies high-quality ingredients.
Without this advantage, Xia Jia Bao is no different from the dry pot and hot pot restaurants on the street. Not to mention that its turnover exceeds that of the fish from the bottom of the lake, it is likely to be beaten directly by others.
If the production base is separated into a separate company, and then Xia Jiabao and multiple brands are packaged into a group and listed, it would be a bit like Jack Ma keeping the money and only using Ali for financing.
"I won't tell you about this. You'll figure it out yourself when the time comes. Besides, by the time you really go public, I'm afraid even your uncle will be surpassed by you."
Ji Qi said with a smile.
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