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Chapter 1895: There are no "enemies" in the business world, cooperate with Mr. Bao

peace restaurant.

A Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the door. The car logo standing on the front of the car was very eye-catching. The license plate number was 沪a18888, which made it even more noble, causing the sharp-eyed doorman to immediately greet him with a smile.

Help open the car door.

Wu Mingfan does not wear a suit and tie as he does not like the feeling of being restrained. He usually dresses casually.

"Thank you~" He handed the doorman a tip with a smile.

With the head of the financial company, he took the elevator directly to the American Suite on the 7th floor.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in~"

"Uncle, Mr. Bao...Miss Wang!" He greeted the three people inside.

"Ming Fan is here!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I feel like the uncle seems to have aged a little. The fatigue in his eyes can’t be concealed, but he seems to be in good spirits.

And Po, who was even more high-spirited, just smiled and nodded.

Wu Mingfan introduced them to the people around him.

"Zhao Hua, General Manager of the Group Financial Company!"

"Uncle, Mr. Bao, this is Miss Wang from the Foreign Trade Company!"

"Uncle, I've heard a lot about you~" Zhao Hua is dressed in typical finance attire, wearing a suit and tie like A Bao, with his hair slicked back and his leather shoes must be neat and tidy.

The few people knew each other. Wu Mingfan took off his heavy down jacket and sat in the reception area to chat.

Mr. Bao is definitely popular with women. For Wang Mingzhu to be able to enter a foreign trade company in this era, she was considered a princess from an extraordinary family. But here she seems like a little wife.

She was busy serving tea, fruits and melon seeds, and would chat with him from time to time. Although what she said sometimes made no sense, she was still cuter than Lingzi. At least she knew the boundaries.

I have to mention here that Abao also saw that Wu Mingfan didn't like Lingzi very much, so he specially arranged the meeting place at the Peace Hotel. Otherwise, in the past two years, whenever they discussed business, they usually did so at Night Tokyo.

This is also the main source of business for Night Tokyo. Otherwise, Lingzi would have to eat dirt if she relied on individual customers. Almost half of the daily turnover is related to Abao.

"Miss Wang, stop busying yourself and come sit with us!" The uncle called Wang Mingzhu. He was embarrassed to have someone serve him all the time.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingzhu put the fruit plate on the table and took a chair to sit next to Abao.

"Mr. Bao, how is business recently?" Wu Mingfan leaned back on the sofa and lit a cigarette, nodding to Wang Mingzhu in thanks.

And Abao, who was sitting on the single sofa over there, also lit up a cigarette and puffed out.

"It's okay, I'd rather do foreign trade and stocks to earn some hard-earned money!" Then he turned around and asked, "By the way, Mr. Wu, I heard that you've been working in real estate recently?"

"I didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. It's just a small flagship store in a shopping mall, not a residential community!"

Wu Mingfan mainly keeps a low profile and does not tell the truth.

"Well... yes, it is important to lay a solid foundation!" As a member of the older generation, my uncle believes that having money to buy a house and land is the family inheritance.

He also kept persuading Abao to buy some businesses, but apart from running Night Tokyo which lost money every day, he didn't have any other serious investments.

Later, the uncle was too lazy to care about it, after all, he was not Song Xiaobao's father.

As they chatted, they finally got down to business.

The uncle crossed his skinny hands and leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed. "Mingfan, now that the stock subscription certificates have started to be issued, what do you think of the prospects of this?"

"I'm very optimistic. This is an opportunity!" He turned his head and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Bao?"

Abao did not give a direct answer, but twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"The current issue price is 30 yuan per ticket. My friend said that no one is visiting Xikang Road now, and sales are particularly low!"

"But this is our chance, isn't it?"

Following Wu Mingfan's words, the four men except Wang Mingzhu all laughed. "What are you talking about? How can you make money with this thing? No one wants it even if it's given away for free!"

Wang Mingzhu has no ambitions now. She only wants to guard her own piece of land, find a good husband to live a happy life, and eat pork ribs and rice cakes when she is free.

I don't care about stock subscription certificates at all. If I hadn't been exposed to them so much while working in a foreign trade company, I probably wouldn't even know what stocks are.

"Mr. Wu, can you please tell me, are you planning to buy stock warrants?"

Wu Mingfan directly pointed a finger at Abao.

"One million?" Po asked tentatively.

"No no no!"

"Add another zero!" Only a fool would miss this opportunity to make money. If Wu Mingfan was not afraid that the subscription market could not accommodate such a large plate, he would have wanted to add another zero even if he had to take out a loan. It would not be a problem to easily make five or six times the profit.

"One...ten million?" A Bao's eyes widened and he was a little dazed.

Because after the calculations by him and his uncle, he knew that he could indeed make some money from the stock subscription certificates, but to be on the safe side he originally just wanted to invest a few hundred thousand to test the waters. He didn't expect that the other party would casually take away his entire fortune.

That’s right, even after the butterfly effect, Po’s worth has increased dramatically compared to the original drama, but at most he can only be worth more than 1000 million.

The uncle was also very surprised, and he sighed in his heart that there are always talented people in the world, and even had a feeling that he was getting old.

"Uncle, let's not beat around the bush. What is your plan in calling me here this time?" Wu Mingfan took a sip of water and went straight to the point.

"cooperate!"

"cooperate?"

I couldn't help but look at Abao, because of some things that happened in the past, the two of them almost never had any contact with each other until they died.

Unexpectedly, Abao nodded decisively. "Yes, let's cooperate. Let's buy the stock warrants together."

"It was my fault, Abao, that what happened before. I hope Mr. Wu can let bygones be bygones!"

After being trained by his uncle, Abao has been able to clearly understand that there are no absolute enemies in the business world, only eternal interests, so his eyes are firm and his tone is very sincere.

Rather than cooperating with Abao, it would be better to do business with the uncle behind him. Wu Mingfan is very relieved about this. This old man has a long history in the business world, and at least he won't lose the money.

After a little thought, he said, "How about this, then each of us will contribute 1000 million!"

"What do you think, Bao?"

This can be considered as setting a small threshold. Anyway, there is no intention of cooperation in the first place, so if the other party doesn't follow, then forget it.

A Bao's throat was touched and he couldn't help but look at his uncle, because 1000 million was basically all his assets.

Press them all up?

Seeing the old man nodded, he gritted his teeth, wiped his mouth and spoke.

"No problem from my side!"

"Then Zhao Hua, you contact your uncle!" Since the other party agrees, there is nothing to say.

"Okay, Mr. Wu!"

Zhao Hua, general manager of the financial company, responded.

Compared to Wu Mingfan, who changed his career late, and Abao, who is often sentimental, the uncle and Zhao Hua, who has been engaged in finance, have a lot in common, and the two had a pleasant chat about company cooperation.

And Abao is much more mature now. It has been five years since 87. He is no longer the impulsive young man he used to be. In addition, as time goes by, he has many female confidants around him, and gradually the feeling of first love fades in his heart.

The two can barely be considered friends now.

"By the way, Mr. Wu, I have a few friends who trade stocks. I'll introduce them to you later!" Abao did not forget people like Cai Siling, Fagen, and Jinbao.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)