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Chapter 1880: Uncle was furious with Po and terminated the cooperation!

A Bao, who was standing by the window, was helpless. With his intelligence, he could naturally sense that Wu Mingfan didn't consider him a friend at all, or in other words, he was not even worthy of being a friend.

Family members know their own business. Even though he seems to have made a name for himself doing foreign trade on Huanghe Road and knows some inside information from his uncle, he cannot compare with others in this regard.

"Okay, forget it if you don't want to come!"

"Humph!" Lingzi curled her lips: "If it weren't for that pig butcher, I wouldn't eat hairy pigs, would I?"

"Even if Wu Mingfan doesn't come, Tokyo Night will still open on time the day after tomorrow~"

At the same time, at the headquarters of Huaihai Road Company, Wu Mingfan cursed and vented his anger. The transportation problem had to be solved, otherwise the brothers in Polar Bear would probably be eaten alive by hungry people.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number, calling Yang Jingmao, who was in charge of domestic trade. The original person in charge, Betty, is now in the position of vice president of the group, mainly responsible for handling some miscellaneous matters.

There is no way. It's not that Wu Mingfan was promoted in name only but demoted in reality. It's mainly because of a special situation and he had no choice but to do so.

"Hey, Lao Yang, help me set up a meeting with Section Chief Yang of the train section at the Peace Hotel!"

"Yes, yes, let's set it for the afternoon~"

"Okay, you'll accompany me then, and I'll prepare some more..."

After hanging up the phone, I asked Betty and Jiang Yunfeng to take a car to the Peace Hotel. The security in the country is much better than in Hong Kong.

As the saying goes, one should sing the song according to the mountain he is in. Adhering to the idea of ​​being high-profile in work and low-profile in life, Wu Mingfan usually travels with much less fanfare. In Hong Kong, he is always accompanied by six or seven bodyguards in front and behind his house, for fear of being kidnapped by someone with a red-eye disease.

Although the domestic situation is not very perfect, it is not to that extent. In the city, if the distance is short, there is usually only one car, a driver and a bodyguard, Jiang Yunfeng.

British Suite at the Peace Hotel.

With the butterfly effect of Wu Mingfan, the film is very different from what is in the drama. For example, because of his two wives, the uncle seldom goes to the American suite next door when he has nothing to do. He stays here with his two wives.

"Uncle, why are you looking for me in such a hurry?" A Bao pushed the door open with some cynicism.

"Boss Bao!" The uncle, who was now even thinner, was still wearing his Zhongshan suit, with an indescribable look of fatigue on his face.

There is no way. I can’t carry it at all.

After working hard for the past two years and helping to earn some money from scratch, this apprentice actually went to fill the bottomless pit of that debt collector!

No matter when in this magic city, can you open a restaurant without some strength?
This is a huge pit that is visible to the naked eye. After many persuasions, the old man refused to listen, so he had no choice but to accept it.

After all, the money is his!

The glass of the Sunshine Suite shone on the old and skinny face of the uncle. The old man was experienced and looked at him like this. After a little thought, he immediately understood where the other person came back from.

"Oh~" He sighed and leaned back in his chair, placing his hands on the armrests and crossing his fingers.

He advised, "Don't always focus on love affairs. This is a turbulent time. Accurate news has been reported that the Magic City Stock Exchange will reopen by the end of the year!"

“This is a great opportunity!”

"Whether you can become a dragon or a worm, and whether you can become famous on the Huangpu River, depends on whether you can seize this opportunity!"

The image of the uncle represents the spiritual depth of Shanghai in the whole drama. The more you can understand about the uncle, the deeper your understanding of Shanghai will be.

The old man was really angry at the lack of fighting spirit and even felt that he had made the wrong choice.

"Uncle, don't worry, I've already prepared myself mentally!"

A Bao took off his suit jacket and hung it up, then walked to the wine cabinet in his vest and poured some wine. His right hand was waving the wine glass in a casual manner, while his left hand was in his pocket with a rather high-spirited look.

He said confidently: "Uncle, I have already raised funds. The total amount is about 160 million. Then we will do it with great fanfare!"

When there was no romantic relationship, A-Bao still satisfied his uncle, so the old man's expression relaxed a little.

"Bang, bang, bang~" The fingers resting on the armrest of the chair tapped lightly one by one, and it was obvious that he was lost in thought.

"Leave 100 for emergencies. The million that can be mobilized may not be enough!" Uncle never burns his boats and always likes to keep some in reserve. When he heard this number just now, his brows were slightly furrowed. He was in charge of the company's finances and knew how much money had been earned over the years. It cost hundreds of thousands to open that nightclub, otherwise he wouldn't have been so short of money.

But now is not the time to talk about this, and the matter is already settled.

There is no use in talking more.

But he couldn't miss this opportunity. He had been waiting for this day for decades, and had been waiting for the chance to show his skills.

He raised his head and stared at Abao with his cloudy eyes.

"Once the market reopens, there will definitely be a fierce battle, and those old guys from the Qilin Society will definitely get involved!"

"One million is not enough!"

"Well... I'll try to get some more together!" A Bao hesitated and was obviously embarrassed. After all, he spent a lot of money running the restaurant.

However, he obviously has an idea. He plans to raise some money from Stock Li, Commander Cai, Fat Mom and others. They have been doing foreign trade and have been speculating in stocks for the past two years. These people can be regarded as the prototype of the "Joint Fleet" headed by Abao.

"Combined Fleet" sounds quite famous, and in fact it is also a microcosm of the times. Before the Shanghai Stock Exchange opened, anyone who wanted to trade stocks could only go to No. 101 Xikang Road.

In order to enter the "big investor room", some retail investors will spontaneously form teams, act in groups, trade stocks together during the day, and exchange information at night.

Although the uncle lived in seclusion in the Peace Hotel, as the behind-the-scenes operator of Abao, the old man was well aware of some things, and the "Combined Fleet" naturally could not be hidden from him.

However, in my uncle's opinion, this is all just like children playing house. The total amount of money those people have on hand is probably less than 50. After all, they were all from the bottom of society, retired workers, educated youth returning to the city, and the earliest batch of self-employed individuals.

And it will be troublesome if there are too many people. Stocks are like heaven with one step and hell with the other. Never underestimate the horror of human heart.

"Funds..." After a pause, the uncle unbuttoned the top button of his Zhongshan suit.

"Let's ask Mingfan to have dinner together this afternoon!"

"This... isn't necessary, right?" A Bao understood what was meant and felt somewhat unwilling.

From being "A Bao" to becoming the famous President Bao, and being praised by people like Stock Li and Commander Cai, it would be hard to say that he was not a little proud of himself. However, when he sent the invitation, they did not give him face.

Add to that what happened with Betty before, it all feels a bit awkward and I don't want to use his money to do business.

"Confused!" The uncle's voice suddenly became louder, and he stood up from his chair, knocking hard on the table with the cane in his hand.

"Snapped!"

"Abao, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I thought you had become mature in the past two years, but you're still so naive. Do you think you can use this money whenever you want?"

"That's because I'm an old man, but even so, people may not give me face. Now you're still being picky!"

"Uncle, we don't have to cooperate!" Po argued.

The uncle got even angrier when he heard this.

"The weather won't always be good, and this opportunity won't always be with you!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" The uncle's eyes were very sharp.

"Doing business is a rational thing. I tried my best to plan the Huangpu River for you, but all you could think about was the Suzhou River!"

"Well, since we have different ideas, our cooperation is over from now on. Go and have fun with your girlfriend!"

"People like you are not suitable for doing business!" Then he threw the crutch to the ground.

With a "pop" sound, the uncle turned his head away, without even looking at him, obviously extremely disappointed.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)