Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 5 The Real Grapevine

The Yangtze River Hotel, once the most luxurious hotel in Luzhou, still retains the Soviet-style architectural style, which has a special significance to some extent.

However, it is a bit out of step with the wave of development in the 21st century.

At the very least, the bosses who came to the Luzhou Investment Promotion Conference on September 9 did not think it was very luxurious.

In China in 2000, the development of the coast and the inland was disjointed. Those who got rich first lived in the developed areas, but when they returned to the lifeless Luzhou, they felt very indifferent.

After all, in Luzhou this year, if we look at GDP, the capital of a large central province is not as good as the non-capital cities of many provinces.

When Fang Zhuo woke up that day, he carefully put on some light makeup on himself to make his skin appear slightly darker, and then put on a less bushy beard. Finally, he changed into slightly formal clothes and looked at himself in front of the mirror.

From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, in the arms, in the hands, and in the mouth, I have to say that it was a correct choice to go to Yiwu two days ago. There are already small commodities in the future. Prototype, lively and energetic.

As long as you pay, you can buy anything, you can make things you can’t buy, and you can look like you can’t reproduce them. Most people in this era can’t tell the difference between deliberate fakes.

Fang Zhuo put the humidor in his bag, hesitated, and put on a pair of golden glasses.

It seems like it would be nice to be a little more refined today on this occasion.

Check it again to make sure it is correct.

Fang Zhuo silently tore up several newspaper clippings and ideas and plans written in notebooks and flushed them down the toilet.

In the end, he stood again in front of the mirror, muttering to himself, boosting his courage.

"Confidence, confidence, confidence, I'm not fighting alone, anything can happen in this era."

"Song Ruhua can use wasteland as a concept to go public."

"Liu Baineng compiles books to play hype in the stock market."

"Brother Song Chao can pull celebrities to cut leeks."

"If you understand the king, you can be a talker."

Fang Zhuo's self-talk stopped abruptly. Although the deeds of the last one were a little far from now, his confidence was indeed full. Well, as for the three who were active in the front, their strategy of empty-handed white wolf It's not very clever, but the emperor's new clothes have the magic power of a blindfold.

Or, it is the magic power that temporarily obstructs the vision.

Fang Zhuo cast aside his concerns and left the room. He did not stay at the Changjiang Hotel after returning from Yiwu, but stayed at a hotel not far away that did not require an ID card.

Holding the bag, I suddenly remembered that there was no invitation.

However, as soon as he arrived at the gate of the Changjiang Hotel, Fang Zhuo saw the conspicuous banners and the greeting leaders outside, and Chen Shuhu stood among them in a suit.

——“Luzhou Industrial Investment Promotion Conference”.

Although he already knew from the newspaper the information about the leaders attending today, but seeing a group of leaders in the city really made Fang Zhuo feel a little guilty, this is not a 1v1 but a 1vN.

"Xiao Wan is here." Chen Shuhu had just finished greeting a local business executive in Luzhou, when he turned his head and saw the overseas friend who had been chatting speculatively the day before yesterday.

In terms of impressions on the stock exchange, apart from the last glimpse of a green stack in his wallet, he was more surprised by the extremely clear U.S. Internet bubble and senior market operations he talked about.

Chen Shuhu is convinced that this is an overseas young man who is very knowledgeable and has a good understanding of the capital market, and that he may have a good family background behind him.

"Brother Chen, your style is very different from the day before yesterday." Fang Zhuo's "empty" heart instantly hardened. Now, he understands Chen Shuhu better than Chen Shuhu.

It's nothing to be seen through anyway. From the beginning to the end, I just chatted with the general manager about the information he didn't know.

Chen Shuhu smiled slightly, and this time he patted Fang Zhuo on the shoulder: "I'm just a foil to see if I can take advantage of it. Come in, Xiao Wan, and take a look at the faces of our domestic entrepreneurs."

Fang Zhuo smiled at him and walked into the "Luzhou City Industrial Investment Promotion Conference" in a grand manner.

Now that he came in, the last hesitation in my heart was put down.

Fang Zhuo began to think carefully about the usefulness of this investment promotion meeting.

Judging solely from the information in the newspapers, the government departments are still quite low-profile and sincere, the level of the leaders attending is not low, and the time is not up to welcome them at the door, and there is a lot of warm-up in the media.

——“The industry elites gather to share the nostalgia and friendship.”

——“Rejuvenate the style of Huizhou merchants in the new century.”

From this, it can also be seen that the economic development of Luzhou and even Anhui Province is not good.

Supply and demand, demand outweighs supply.

Fang Zhuo walked into the banquet hall according to the hotel's instructions, and unexpectedly saw the appearance of a buffet.

"Huh, it's quite fashionable."

There were already quite a few people in the banquet hall, most of them in suits and leather shoes, with reserved expressions, and some people who knew each other were chatting in a small circle.

Fang Zhuo squeezed a glass of juice and searched for the target unhurriedly.

The plan to make money, ah no, the plan to find medical expenses is not complicated. He knows the focus of Luzhou's future development. The "Red Star Rice Paper" currently classified as non-performing assets has a piece of land that will appreciate in the next one or two years. The message time difference in the middle is very valuable.

However, Fang Zhuo needs to find someone to endorse his valuable news, and Chen Shuhu, who is in charge of handling the "Red Star Rice Paper", is a person who knows the deeds well in memory.

Then, the general manager of the state-owned enterprise is very suitable for dealing with.

Now, there is still a lack of a more fortunate person.

Fang Zhuo looked at the people in the banquet hall and felt that it would depend on some luck in the end. This wave, this wave, depends on whether God will give him a chance.

What is the shape of the lucky one?

You can't see the market too much, so you won't be able to borrow it yourself.

Don't be too restrained and simple, otherwise medical expenses will be lost.

Fang Zhuo took a sip of the juice, and as soon as he looked to the north, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, eh, seems to be Teacher Xiao Su from the school?Why is she here?

The teacher Xiao Su, who just entered the school this year, is often talked about by the boys because she looks like Li Qihong who plays Guo Xiang.

Fang Zhuo walked sideways to the south of the banquet hall, paying attention to the blocking angle of his line of sight. Even though Teacher Xiao Su didn't know him, it was better not to have an intersection.

"Hey, Xiao Wan, when will the elders in the family come to Luzhou to see?" Chen Shuhu appeared in front of him unknowingly.

"Hey, they have to go to Beijing after they finish in Shencheng. There is an invitation for cooperation there." Fang Zhuo replied politely, "Sina, which was listed on Nasdaq this year, we all felt that it chose the wrong cooperation. Don't go to Morgan Stanley, mate."

Chen Shuhu said in surprise: "Aren't Morgan Stanley and Morgan Stanley a very famous investment bank?"

Fang Zhuo said with a smile: "Being famous does not mean that you are professional in everything. Many senior executives at Morgan Stanley are unfamiliar with the situation in mainland China, especially Stephen, who is in charge of this business. I heard that he is a stick-in-the-mud. "

"Well, a very old-fashioned person."

"He doesn't like new things on the Internet. At first, he thought Sina was a toy company."

Gossip, especially true-sounding gossip, always attracts attention.

Not only Chen Shuhu, but also the bosses who want to have a relationship with General Manager Chen are also interested in half-truths - after all, there is news that the leader of the state-owned enterprise may be in charge of the party in the near future.

Fang Zhuo was not afraid of the gathering gazes, he took a sip of juice, but his eyes jumped and looked at the people around him.

"Speaking of Sina's listing, I also heard something from a friend, but I can't guarantee it is true, because he works at Goldman Sachs, a rival company of Morgan Stanley."

"He told me that a group of people from Morgan Stanley were puzzled during their first contact with Sina. It was clearly an Internet company, so why did it always emphasize the need for a 'gate'."

Chen Shuhu didn't react, and so did the others.

"Sina, it is a portal website."

Fang Zhuo shrugged: "Portal, door, these are the idiots of Morgan Stanley."

He laughed.

Chen Shuhu was stunned and laughed out loud.

The crowd all laughed.

Among them, a golden chain owner who had just come over and had no idea what was going on laughed the loudest—a weather-beaten old face, a shiny golden watch, and flattering hot eyes.

That fiery gaze was directed towards Chen Shuhu, and also swept over the city leaders not far away.

Fang Zhuo closed his eyes silently. He was not unfamiliar with that kind of eager eyes. As a businessman, either he wanted to be a Confucian businessman, or he yearned for a red top.

The lucky one should belong to the latter category.

(End of this chapter)