Reborn as the richest man in India.

Chapter 54

An hour later, Qiao Ge left Gaohaga's residence, returned to the company, called Ketu, and chartered a taxi to the suburban warehouse.

Looking at the large trucks full of cotton driving into the factory, Qiao Ge was very excited. This is all his wealth.

"Jogo, those [-] bales of cotton haven't moved yet." La suddenly walked up to Qiaogo and reminded him.

"Will something go wrong?" Gao Misha asked worriedly.

They also know now who the owner of the hundred thousand bales of cotton is, Wyda Pandit, that's a big man.

If he delays delivery, what can Jogo do?
"Don't worry, if you don't come today, you will come tomorrow. Uncles, is there enough manpower? If not, you can help me recruit another batch." Qiao Ge said.

"There is a lot of manpower, but the people over there are working hard, so there is no need to recruit any more." Lahu said in a low voice, "Jogo, you have to be careful about safety."

"Yes, there is so much cotton stored here, and there will be more in two days, so nothing can go wrong." Gao Misha also worried.

They had no such experience before, 20 packs were piled up here, even if they were eating and sleeping and staring at it, they still felt uneasy.

"Don't worry about that." Jogo laughed and said, "Of course, I'll let Ketu recruit some people to guard the warehouse when the time comes."

Of course Jogo attaches great importance to security issues.

But judging from the current situation, he felt that Pandit and the others would not do anything to his cotton, such as setting fire to it.

You know, Gao Haga and the others almost regarded the cotton as their own. Qiao Ge didn't believe that they didn't do anything, and probably sent someone to watch nearby.

When he came over, Qiao Ge had already asked Ketu if there was any suspicious person around him.

Ketu didn't say anything, but he mentioned that there were some strangers around.

If it was the past, it would not be too unexpected for a stranger to appear.

Because there are many factories here, people come and go, and it is very normal to have strangers.

But now the factories here have been moved in sevens and eighties, and they are all attracted by the preferential policies of Pune and other inland cities, so the flow of people is not so large.

If some strangers really want to appear, they will be a little conspicuous.

Jogo can be sure that most of those people were sent by Gao Hagar and the others.

Before his plan to ship cotton to West Bengal is exposed, I believe Gao Haga and the others will still help them look after the warehouse here.

It can be described as double insurance.

On the morning of January 1, Qiao Ge did not go to the company, but went to the city hall to meet Fajia.

He went to Bosh first. It was not so easy to meet Fajia directly. He was not qualified to do so. Although he had already made an agreement with Fajia yesterday, he still needed to report.

When he was led by a staff member to the door of Bosh's office, he heard a heated argument coming from inside.

One of them is naturally Bosh, and Jogo has never heard of the other one.

Both of them were speaking English, and of course Jogo could understand it.

The staff did not expect to encounter this scene and could only ask Jogo to wait outside for a while, and he dared not go in to report to Bosh until the debate inside subsided.

Qiao Ge expressed his understanding, then walked away a few steps, and sat down on a chair beside him.

The sound insulation in the office is not very good, and the voices of Bosh and Bosh are quite loud, so Jogo can hear clearly.

"Foreigner." Qiao Ge listened for a while, then secretly smiled.

He recognized that Bosh was comforting a Frenchman.

Within a few minutes, Bosh sent the Frenchman, who was still a little emotional, out of the office with a smile.

"Mr. Maupassant, don't worry, this matter will be resolved for you immediately, Thakal, send Mr. Maupassant." Bosh shouted.

Takar immediately came over and took the somewhat cursing Frenchman Mr. Maupassant away.

"Your Excellency, who is the foreigner?" Jogo asked.

"Hey, this guy is unlucky." Bosh sighed, "But I am also unlucky, why did I get entangled by this guy?"

From Bosh's explanation, Jogo understood what was going on.

Before the Suez Canal was blocked, the Frenchman Molle de Maupassant transported several garment production lines to Mumbai and planned to sell them to a local garment factory.

Unexpectedly, there was a problem with the operation of this garment factory, and he was unable to pay for the goods. This caused his machines to be stranded at the port, and he could not find a buyer for a while.

As a result, Maupassant came to the city government every now and then, hoping that the Mumbai government would come forward to help coordinate.

The relationship between India and France has always been good, so for Maupassant, a foreigner, Bosh always greeted him with a smile and comforted him patiently, but it has been almost two months, and Maupassant's mood is getting more and more impatient.

The garment factory has gone bankrupt and has entered the stage of liquidation. What can Bosh do?
It is simply impossible for the factory to pay.

Qiao Ge secretly thought that Maupassant and the garment factory were unlucky.

The garment factory had been operating well in the past few years and had made a lot of money. The boss then became ambitious to expand his business. He borrowed a lot of money from banks and private individuals to buy land for a new factory and purchase new machines.

As soon as the factory was built, a large order came for hundreds of thousands of jeans, but when their pants were almost finished, the foreign businessman who placed the order went bankrupt first.

This made the garment factory dumbfounded. In order to win a big order, only [-]% of the deposit is required. The denim fabric is imported from abroad, and the garment factory paid for it itself.

For a while, it was difficult to find big foreign buyers for the trousers.

If it is other clothing, it can also be sold domestically at a low price.

But this batch of jeans is a large size for Europeans and Americans, and they are too big for Indians.

Moreover, India's attitude towards jeans is more complicated now, and not everyone can accept jeans.

The clothing factory expanded too fast in the early stage and borrowed too much. It was already tight on funds. Now that something happened, the trousers could not be cashed out for a while, the capital chain was broken, and the factory went bankrupt.

It's really a ring, and no one on the ring can escape.

"Jogo, don't you have idle funds? Do you want to buy a garment factory?" Bosh suddenly said.

"Director, don't be kidding me. I don't understand the clothing industry." Qiao Ge was stunned for a moment and said, "Besides, the factory is estimated to be more than 2000 million now, and I can't afford it."

make clothes?
The money doesn't seem to come very quickly, Qiao Ge naturally doesn't want to think about it, mainly because he is not familiar with it.

Bosh laughed, and that was all he said.

Bosh knew what Jogo was doing today, so he told him that Faga hadn't gone to work yet, so he had to wait a little longer.

So he asked the people below to make Jogo a cup of tea, and the two chatted for a while.

"So, Your Excellency the Administrator was very happy yesterday?" Jogo asked with a smile.

"Isn't that obvious?" Bosh put Maupassant's matter behind him, procrastinated as much as he could, he squinted his eyes and smiled, "There was a special press conference last night, and today's newspaper will have news soon .”

Jogo certainly knew that Faga was in a good mood yesterday.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was a press conference last night. I don't know if it has anything to do with Gopalan.

Because when I chatted with Bosh just now, I mentioned that Gopalan came to interview.

After a while, Thakal came in, holding several copies of today's latest newspapers.

He saw Qiao Ge sitting here, sipping tea leisurely, but he was scolded by the Frenchman, and felt a little irritated.

This kid is really getting more and more attention from the director.

He put down the newspaper and went out, out of sight.

(End of this chapter)