Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 207
On the morning of the 19th, Fang Zhuo processed some documents in the office, consulted the firm, and considered setting up a VIE structure for the equity of Yike Technology, so as to facilitate the company's further operations in the future.

This VIE structure is still the model created by Sina when it went public in the United States, and it was adopted by many large companies in later generations. Simply put, it is to put on the two-layer or even multi-layer vest of the Cayman Islands and Xiangjiang to maintain control over the actual operating company.

Vests, whether it is tax avoidance or bypassing supervision, can play a certain role.

The previous Guahao.com did not consider adopting it, because it had to cooperate with the administrative force itself, and it did not have to consider tax avoidance at all... Yike is different, it really has to consider making money and future development.

Fang Zhuo planned to wait until the busy period was over before starting to implement the changes.

At noon, after interviewing a college teacher introduced by Xu Keden, he planned to go to the Yikeshen City store not far downstairs to see the situation.

It will open tomorrow, but I need to accompany the leader to inspect it, so I can only take a look today.

In order to ensure that the opening of Yike can have the most momentum, CCTV has started to put advertisements before the evening weather forecast this week, and the major BBS forums on the Internet have also carried out some guidance.

In addition, everyone discussed that the bustling scene of queuing for the opening can be created. It does not need to find special people, as long as the company's own company joins in the fun.

There are not many other subjects in Yike, but there are quite a lot of people.

Fang Zhuo was thinking about the opening tomorrow while going downstairs, thinking to see if the large advertisement posted in Plaza [-] was eye-catching enough.

However, just as he walked out of the office building, he suddenly stopped and saw a middle-aged man hesitating by the flower bed in disbelief.

"Dad, why are you here? Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you go up?"

Fang Zhuo walked forward quickly, both puzzled and happy, and it was his father Fang Tong who appeared in front of him.

Fang Tong was hesitating at first, but he didn't expect his son to come down and see him. He rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassedly, "I came to see you, I forgot which floor it was."

"Why did you come to see me all of a sudden? Let's go to eat." Fang Zhuo waved to his colleagues who came down with him, and was going to take his father to eat French and Western food.

Fang Tong looked at his son's face carefully, and said carefully: "No, this is not what I heard someone say, your company is going bankrupt, I'll come and see you, don't jump off the building, you have to be strong!"

Fang Zhuo: "..."

The transmission of information probably takes time, and the old father may learn about the situation through newspapers, TV or other channels.

Fang Zhuo thought for a second, and asked seriously: "Did you listen to what my mother said when you said 'listen to someone'?"

"Xiaozhuo has been smart since he was a child." Fang Tong acquiesced in this matter, and said with emotion, "Follow your mother."

"Okay, now that you see me, don't you think I'm so alive and kicking? Besides, look to the east, that big advertisement belongs to my company." Fang Zhuo tried his best to show his intention to live strong.

Fang Tong looked at the advertisement seriously, nodded, then looked at his son again, and said distressedly: "You've lost weight, eat more."

"Eat, eat, let's go, Dad, there is a delicious restaurant here." Fang Zhuo enthusiastically dragged his old father to taste the food.

French restaurants are extremely expensive, and Fang Zhuo usually doesn't eat this.

However, after this lunch, Fang Tong only had one feeling: "No wonder you are thin, this amount is too small."

"Dad, you are not full. I ate late in the morning." Fang Zhuo only focused on reporting his positive situation and reassuring his parents' worries about his career and life, but he didn't pay much attention to the portion.

"Well, now that I'm talking, is there a noodle shop nearby? I want to have a bowl of noodles again." Fang Tong asked.

Fang Zhuo was speechless, he was really not full at all.

After the French western food, the father and son went to eat noodles again.

After a bowl of beef noodles, Fang Tong said comfortably that this is like a serious meal.

Fang Zhuo didn't have any objections, he himself often came to this noodle shop.

"Dad, I'll take you up for a stroll." Fang Zhuo suggested.

"No, you go to work, I have to go to the hospital to see your sister." Fang Tong shook his head and refused.

Fang Zhuo invited again: "There is a store next door that will open tomorrow to sell the company's products. I will take you to have a look before leaving. After the evening is over, I will go to the hospital to see her."

"That's fine." Fang Tong didn't refuse this time, and was also curious about the confidence to support his son not to jump off the building.

The worry about his son's career came from his wife, but after he knew the situation, he read the newspaper to know the details. What was written on it was serious, and it cost hundreds of millions of dollars.

However, according to his son, he didn't intend to pay...

Fang Tong felt that this was beyond his own understanding. According to his thinking, he would either jump off a building, or be forced to jump off a building by others, and he didn't know how to live well.

Fang Zhuo didn't know that his old father was still not completely relieved, so he introduced the Shencheng store with great interest: "Dad, look, the lyrics of popular songs are on this wall."

"The slogan 'what you hear is what you love' is the sentence we put on the CCTV advertisement."

"The spokesperson on the side is a singer from Taiwan, with a bright future."

"Comparing the models on the table, the big one is a product of Neon Country, and the small one is what we want to sell."

"Dad, do you think black looks better or white?"

Fang Zhuo was no longer concise and concise, wishing he could also talk about the production process.

Fang Tong picked up a white M1, looked at it for a few seconds, thought it looked pretty, and asked, "How much is this?"

"2899." Fang Zhuo replied.

Fang Tong shook his hands and almost dropped the small machine in his hand. He asked in disbelief, "How much is it?"

"2899 can bring back the most Internet music player on the earth, this is development and trend." Fang Zhuo said with a smile.

Fang Tong said with sincere emotion: "It's really dark, can you sell this?"

"It's not black, the cost is high. Our company has set a small goal to sell 1 units in five stores by the end of the year." Fang Zhuo said about the company's plan, "The price of high-end products is like this."

Fang Tong thought for a few minutes, and asked, "Xiao Zhuo, do you put the resentment that the registration network can't receive money on this?"

"..." Fang Zhuo was stunned, "Dad, you can really talk. These are two different things. The customer base is different. There are 12 billion people in the country. We only plan to sell [-] units, which is not too much."

Fang Tong has nothing to say, 1 is really too small compared to 12 billion, but this price...is still unacceptable to him.

And, can it really be sold?
Fang Tong glanced at his son's expression, unable to tell whether he was holding on.

He silently listened to his son's babbling, and finally stopped before saying: "Xiao Zhuo, if you really can't sell, I can't help you pay back the investment money, but it's okay for me to support you." of."

"Dad, you support me." Fang Zhuo remembered a famous movie line.

Fang Tong nodded without hesitation: "En."

Huaxia's father is always more silent than expressive. Fang Zhuo rarely hears such straightforward words from his father. He is really afraid that he will not be able to bear the blow.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said simply, "Okay."

Fang Tong felt relieved, and suddenly frowned and added: "But I can't eat that Western food in the future, I really can't afford that."

"Okay... I will try to sell [-] units if I can't sell [-] units. Next time I can take you to eat enough." The warmth in Fang Zhuo's heart was replaced by fighting spirit.

Fang Tong nodded slightly, and said uncomfortably, "See you tonight, I'll go to the hospital first."

Fang Zhuo didn't pay attention to his father's expression, and started calling the company's car.

(End of this chapter)