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Chapter 1882: Missed Opportunity Uncle was disappointed and changed his mind.

When he left the suite two months ago, Abao was full of confidence and wanted to make a career out of it. He felt that he could succeed without relying on anyone!

But soon, the cruel reality dealt a heavy blow to Po. Without his uncle's help, nothing went his way.

Night Tokyo is like a bottomless pit. It has been losing money every moment since it opened. Lingzi wanted to go for the high-end route, but now it is difficult to make a living with his connections. Business is slow every day and there are basically only a few tables.

Although the foreign trade business has not reached the point of being difficult to operate, the profit margin is visibly declining, especially since I was cheated once half a month ago due to lack of experience. Not to mention the profit, the cost alone was more than 20 yuan.

To be honest, after being beaten by his grandfather, Po even felt relieved for a moment because he really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Uncle, I hope you can give me another chance!" A Bao mustered up the courage to raise his head, looking at the old man in front of him with a sincere expression.

"Ah~" the uncle sighed slightly.

If Abao came alone, the uncle would definitely not give up so easily. At the very least, he would teach this kid a lesson and tell him not to focus on love affairs at such a young age all day long.

But since my old friend came in person, I still had to give him some face. After all, I owed him a favor many years ago. Of course, with this incident, it was all gone, and from now on, we owed each other nothing!
"Boss Bao, I was just discussing cooperation with Mr. Wu from Mingfan Group. As the boss of the company, you have the final say!"

"Five million!" The uncle stretched out his skinny hand, his voice a little hoarse due to his old age.

He flipped his hand and said, "After one year, I have to pay you back twice as much, and 60% of the profit will go to Mingfan Group. I wonder if you can accept this?"

When Wu Mingfan heard his name, he raised his glass and gestured to Abao.

And Abao was stunned there for a moment.

"what?"

"Borrow 500 million and pay it back twice! Then... that's 1000 million, right?"

Starting with 6000 RMB borrowed from a good friend three years ago, now with all the things Abao has, he has less than two million. This speed is already a miracle.

Don't underestimate 200 million. In a few decades, it might be the sales revenue of a web celebrity that night. But in this age when even a millionaire with a monthly salary of 200 yuan is worth bragging about, million yuan makes one a small wealthy man in Shanghai.

"Boss Bao" also drove up to the Crown sedan. He usually stayed in the "Nine Countries Suite" of the Peace Hotel. He went in and out in a well-tailored suit, big leather shoes, and a slicked-back hair, looking like a successful man.

That is, the fourth set of currency was issued two years ago, which included hundred-yuan bills. Otherwise, the entire room would not be able to accommodate the 1000 million, so Abao was so shocked.

Wu Mingfan had expected his reaction, but the only thing that surprised him was that the old man, Abao's grandfather, did not seem to be surprised by the 1000 million figure and sat on the sofa drinking tea calmly.

But it is understandable. Although Old Man Song is dressed simply now and limps and looks like a worthless person, he was a young master of a wealthy family 40 years ago.

The Song family was wealthy in the past. They were the largest local landlords and gentry. Their ancestors had all produced successful Jinshi (imperial examination) scholars. Naturally, they would not take a mere 1000 million yuan seriously.

"Cough!" After a light cough, Wu Mingfan saw that everyone's eyes were on him and felt that it was time to make his attitude clear.

He put down the wine glass in his hand with a solemn expression, straightened his suit, sat upright and looked at Abao in front of him without any emotion.

"Boss Bao, Uncle's conditions are a bit harsh. His purpose is to make our two companies cooperate, but I have my own things to do, so there is no need for cooperation. But even if we are friends, we must be business-like when doing business!"

"I'll give in one more step!"

"If I want to use the money, I need to expect 500% interest on 20 million yuan, which is of course slightly higher than what the bank charges."

"Otherwise..." Wu Mingfan said with a slight smile to ease the serious atmosphere.

"Even if you put it in the bank, it will earn interest and there is no risk!"

"Of course, it's up to you whether to lend it or not!"

"To be honest, even though I started my career in Hong Kong with stocks, I was particularly impressed by Black Monday three years ago. I saw with my own eyes a friend who I had just chatted with yesterday jump out of the room above my hotel because of the stock market crash!" "So I don't really want to get involved in finance~"

Wu Mingfan stated the facts and reasoned. He had just thought about it carefully and decided that he could lend the money for the sake of his uncle, but there was no need for cooperation.

He doesn't care about the millions of profits!

I don't want to get involved with Abao. Whether he is suitable to be a friend is another matter, but he is still not very reliable as a business partner. It seems that all his wisdom is gone when he meets a woman. In the play, he even gave up Sanyang, a business that is obviously making money. There is no need to get involved with such a partner.

"Huh~" A Bao let out a breath, looking relieved. Compared to giving out 1000% of the profits and returning a minimum of 20 million to the other party, the % interest rate, although a bit higher, was not unacceptable.

Seeing this, the uncle sitting on the chair tapped the armrest again and again with his hand, feeling very disappointed with Abao.

What a great opportunity!
He is licking this old face just to get him to cooperate with Mingfan Group.

As a result, this little naked guy was hesitant and timid, he was really a piece of shit... Never mind, I'll teach him a good lesson later.

Needless to say, Mr. Song sat on the sofa with his eyes wide open. He was also a powerful figure on the Huangpu River in his time, so he could see some things very clearly without having to explain.

If his legs and feet were not weak, he would have worn the size 42 leather shoes. I have always felt that my grandson was quite smart since he was a child. Why is he acting so stupid at this time?

500 million!
Where can you find so much investment, not to mention taking advantage of Mingfan Group, everything will definitely go smoothly.

As an old man, he had heard about the Mingfan Group from Lao Wang. It was said that the company's foreign trade had expanded to the north, and that it was now the god of wealth for state-owned factories in surrounding provinces.

1000 million is bullshit!

There was no way. He couldn't educate his grandson in such an occasion. After glaring at him, he looked at Wu Mingfan who was sitting opposite him.

"Uh... Mr. Wu, Abao..."

"Forget it, brother. Each generation has its own ideas. Let's not impose our ideas on them!"

The uncle spoke.

That saves Wu Mingfan a lot of trouble.

"Uncle, I just had a sudden idea. You can discuss it with Mr. Bao later. The 500 million is always ready. There are still some things to do at the company. I will come to see you when I have time~"

After saying that, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, stood up and prepared to leave, without even looking at Po who was standing there.

Seeing his grandson's indifference and ignorance, Mr. Song had no choice but to get up with the help of a cane.

"Don't worry, I'll just call you Chen Fan. I want to thank you for taking care of A-bao. Let's have a simple meal together!"

“I know a very authentic local cuisine~”

"Mr. Wu, thank you for your care back then!" A Bao was constantly winking at by his grandfather, so he had no choice but to force a smile.

"Old sir, how can I let you treat me? Let me arrange it!"

Wu Mingfan turned around and smiled warmly. He never looked down upon any old wizard. This old man Song was definitely not an ordinary person.

In other words, if it weren't for the accumulation of generations of Song family ancestors, A Bao wouldn't even have the chance to marry his uncle.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)