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Chapter 1881: Regarding future plans, Abao took the blame and apologized.

Originally looking nonchalant, A Bao froze for a moment when he heard about the disbanding and quickly took a step forward to explain.

"Uncle, I'm not that..."

The uncle was looking at the Huangpu River with his hands behind his back, recalling his youth in his mind. His brows were furrowed and he had no intention of turning around.

He just waved his hand casually, and although his tone was slowed down, it was without any emotion.

"Okay, stop talking. Please leave Watt's room now. We have already agreed on this three years ago. I have the right to withdraw at any time!"

"Uncle, I..."

"Please leave!" The uncle turned around and his old and thin body seemed to exude a terrifying aura, and his tone was full of urgency.

"Then... Uncle, please take care~"

Abao was born into a wealthy family when he was young, and he still has some memories of it. When he was a child, his family lived in a spacious house with many people serving him. As a result, his family encountered misfortune during his childhood and moved to the current alley.

His life from childhood to adulthood was very simple. As the youngest child in the family, "Song Xiaobao" had not actually suffered too much grievance. In other words, he had never experienced any setbacks.

In such a fit of anger, he turned around and left, determined to rely on his own abilities to prove that he, Abao, is still Mr. Bao!
Two months passed in the blink of an eye. It was already November. Wu Mingfan was bored and came to the Peace Hotel to play chess and drink tea with his uncle.

"Uncle, you really don't want this apprentice anymore?"

"Young people with poor brains must go through some setbacks. Some things must be done by themselves in the end!"

The uncle pushed his glasses up on his nose and spoke as if he didn't care. He was concentrating on the chessboard in front of him.

"Puchi~" Wu Mingfan smiled and shook his head. This old man just says one thing and means another.

In fact, I miss Abao more than anyone else. Sometimes, chemistry is a very strange thing. Even though I have known him for two years earlier and we seem to have a very close relationship, I have to admit in my heart that I am definitely not as good as Abao.

It’s just that Abao is still too young now.

Not only is it difficult to distinguish between love and romance, but it is also easy to be emotional when doing business. This is a big taboo in business.

"Uncle, how about you help me?" Although Wu Mingfan knew that some things were unlikely, he still wanted to give it one last try.

The uncle, who had just taken the chess pieces out of the chess box, didn't even think about it when he heard this. He smiled and slowly shook his head.

"Your company is booming, and I, an old man, am afraid I can't be of much help!"

"Look, you are saying one thing and thinking another. You said you don't care, but you are actually thinking about me. You specially called me over for tea. Could it be that you wanted to play chess with me?"

Wu Mingfan leaned back on the sofa and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Tear... huh~"

"Mr. Wu, I hope we can cooperate!" The uncle went straight to the point.

"cooperate?"

"Correct!"

"You and me?" Wu Mingfan leaned forward and became instantly interested. He mentioned the other party's name and crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Uncle, I can raise 3000 million in working capital, and I will give it all to you when the time comes..."

"Snap!" The uncle placed the chess piece on the chessboard, instantly establishing victory for the entire game.

"No, it's you and Mr. Bao!"

"Oh, you know I don't want to get involved with him." Wu Mingfan lost interest instantly and leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was not like other reborn people who seemed to not know how to survive if they didn't lick Abao after coming to Fanhua.

"Mr. Wu, 500 million!" The uncle was not angry, and smiled and stretched out his skinny palm. "I won't tell you what the share ratio is!"

"Only 500 million. I guarantee you can double it in a year. If you can't do that, I will..."

Without waiting for the other person to finish speaking, repay even a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude!

"Uncle, since you said so, we can't let go of the opportunity to make money. I believe you can definitely do it!"

It's just a few million. Although all the cash flow on hand has been spent, dealers send large sums of cash every month. I really don't take this little money too seriously.

The businesses that Wu Mingfan is doing seem to be very promising now, including domestic trade, international trade, and the production of in-demand products in Hong Kong, including the financial company that he recently opened.

In fact, these are all short-term. As the reform and opening up gradually deepened, people's novelty about Hong Kong faded. Various popular commodities such as electronic watches and bell-bottom pants are still popular, and dealers from various provinces even come to pick up the goods with cash every month.

But in fact, through big data comparison, it has begun to gradually decline, and this business will be over in a few years at most.

Needless to say, international trade is going to collapse in a year or so, and by then the people in Russia will still be living in misery. But if things are gradually getting back on track, we still have to withdraw our hands in time to avoid getting caught without any fish.

Needless to say, Wu Mingfan has never been willing to make finance his main family business, because it is similar to gambling and the possibility of being involved in a whole game is too high.

The biggest purpose of establishing this company is to get a piece of the pie in the stock subscription certificates two years later, which can be regarded as a leisurely move.

The most important industry is still the most inconspicuous factory land. The more than ten factories in Pudong cover hundreds of acres of land. After the commercial housing is gradually liberalized in a few years, all locations will be carefully selected. By then, they can develop a few commercial buildings and apartments without doing anything else and collect rent all day long.

We can also hold on to being the "cash king" of Shanghai. In the future, if any industry or sector is short of investment, we can go there and participate a little, serving as a "timely rain" to provide timely assistance.

I have no interest in the Forbes "Pig Killing List". I want to be a big crocodile in the depths of the Huangpu River. I do things in a high-profile manner and live a low-key life. When I have nothing to do, I do charity.

When there is a disaster, we will be the first to donate. Our main goal is to ensure safety and we will never be the best.

The two of them had a very good understanding, and neither of them mentioned whether Po would come back.

Because with Po's abilities, it is impossible for him to be independent in just a few years. He is too immature and needs some time to train.

"Knock knock knock!" After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in~"

Wu Mingfan guessed that it should be Abao, who was sitting there with his legs crossed, watching the fun.

However, when the door opened, he was only half right, because besides Abao, there was another old man, who was leaning on a cane and looked to have some problems with his legs and feet. He should be older than grandpa, and he looked old, with cloudy eyes and wrinkles in his face.

"Brother Song, why are you here?"

If it was just A-bao, the uncle might have put on some pretense, but he couldn't sit there quietly in front of someone he knew.

"Ah~" Mr. Song sighed and pointed at his dejected grandson. "Wipe this little bastard's ass!"

"Pa!" He first used his crutch to hit Abao, whose real name was Song Xiaobao, hard.

"Apologize to uncle!"

"Uncle, I was wrong!" A Bao no longer had the high spirits he had before. His well-tailored suit began to show wrinkles, and he looked decadent from head to toe.

He had been struggling outside for two months and had lost more than 20 yuan, but he still did not come to his senses. It was not until Mr. Song discovered that something was wrong with his grandson that he found out the details after careful questioning.

He was so angry that his walking stick was almost broken. But he was his grandson after all, so after beating and scolding him, he still had to reason with him.

At first, A Bao was so angry that he ran away from home. He went to his good friend Tao Tao and told the truth while drunk. After some persuasion, he finally came to his senses. The reason why he could become "Mr. Bao" was largely because of the uncle in front of him.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)