wild 1995

Chapter 57 Ruthless
"Uncle Fan, it's not that I'm hypocritical, it's that I really don't have the time and energy to help you run Yingfeng, and you know very well the model of Yingfeng, it's a form of fundraising in disguise..."

"I have three choices now. First, stay at Yunda University to study for a doctorate. Second, go to the United States to study abroad. Third, go to Jinling University to study as a graduate student. No matter which one I choose, it is more important than being a manager at Yingfeng. Even if I want to continue to be a manager, my dad will not agree. Dad, don't you think so?"

"Uncle Fan, if you add up the profit from transforming the CD player and selling the shares of Yingfeng, you can earn at least 500 million yuan, aren't you satisfied?"

When eating hot pot at night, Di Ye said everything that should be said, and persuaded everything that should be persuaded, but Fan Dazhi was still hesitant and could not make up his mind. Seeing him like this, Huang Ya was a little disheartened, and said on the way home: "Uncle Fan was very shrewd before, why can't he listen to your words now."

"There is an idiom called lilingzhifa. Uncle Fan is in this state now. If this happens to me in the future, wake me up immediately."

"You are tall and strong, and I am short and thin, what can I do to wake you up?"

"You can play mixed doubles with Fang Fei."

The hot pot restaurant is very close to the community, and you can go home on foot. Di Yongchang didn't want to spoil the scenery, so he walked far ahead alone. Huang Ya waited for him to turn a corner and enter the community. When he couldn't see the back, he punched Di Ye hard, and said coquettishly: "I want to wake you up now."

"Why? I'm sober now."

"Wake up! Why is there only one bedroom with a bed in the house you rent near the school?"

"Isn't it too late to buy it? Let's make do with it and buy one later when I have time."

"You don't need to buy it. I'll go home and live every day. You and Fang Fei can stay and fly together over there."

After Huang Ya finished speaking, she suddenly laughed, and changed her words: "No, it should be that you come home to live every day, and Fang Fei and I fly and sleep together over there. This is not only fair, but also avoids gossip."

"Hey, hey, this is not good, I rent the house."

"Shouldn't we live in the house you rented? If you think it's too troublesome to go home every day, you can rent the house next door. If we need it, we will knock on the wall and call you."

"That's not good, running back and forth between the two houses with bare buttocks is easy to catch a cold."

"Why are you so nasty..."

The two played on the road for more than ten minutes before returning home. Zhang Xiuzhi was already asleep, and only Di Yongchang was still in the living room. He called Di Ye to the sofa and asked, "Xiao Ye, Professor Liu really recommended you to study in the United States?"

"Ms. Liu helped me contact several schools in the United States, but I haven't received a reply yet, so I can only say that there is a chance."

Di Yongchang is very keen on studying abroad, and he said longingly: "I just made a lot of money recently, so I don't have to worry about the tuition fees for studying in the United States. Aren't you going to do an internship in that big company in the United States in March? When the time comes, visit these schools and take the initiative to contact the admissions office."

Di Ye didn't expect that he was still thinking about going to IBM for an internship, so he said dumbfoundedly: "Dad, the admissions rules of American schools are different from those in China, so don't think about it, let's clear up the CD player business first."

"What you said to Fan Dazhi just now was vague, and I was confused. Is there something wrong with your company? Why did you suddenly sell the shares?"

"Everything is normal now, and there are no problems, but school is about to start, and Xiaoya and I are very busy, so we don't have time to focus on the company's business..."

Di Ye didn't want to worry Di Yongchang, so he still used his busy schedule as an excuse to hide the real crisis of Yingfeng. After briefly stating a few reasons, he said, "Dad, Mr. Xia told me that there are now more than a dozen manufacturers preparing to mass-produce VCD players. No one will want this kind of DVD player converted from a CD player, so you should finish the remaining work as soon as possible. While Xiaoya and I are still in Yingfeng, I will transfer your money to you, and we will take care of it."

Di Yongchang was a cautious person. He was moved by the words "Pocket for An", and asked, "How much money can I get in total?"

"According to the contract Yingfeng signed with you—the one that Xiaoya asked you to sign a few days ago—you provide Yingfeng with 7600 VCD players, each of which can earn a profit of 500 yuan, which is a total of 380 million yuan. You and Uncle Fan will share 55 yuan, 190 million yuan each."

"No, when Lao Zhou and I calculated before, each VCD player had a profit of 1200."

"Dad, based on the profit of 1200 per unit, you can only sell a few hundred units at most, you can't sell 7600 units!"

Di Yongchang was a little confused and asked, "Why not?"

"Because the profit of 1200 is too high, it will attract many people to invest. In this way, I can't monopolize the market. If I can't monopolize the market, Yingfeng can't develop. If Yingfeng can't develop, you can't sell so many VCD players. All in all, this is a game of dismantling each other and then compromising with each other. The profit of 500 yuan per unit is a number that everyone can barely accept. If the demand is too high, the money earned will be greatly reduced."

Di Yongchang still didn't understand, but he didn't care about it, and said cheerfully: "As long as I can get the 190 million, I will be satisfied. When the time comes, leave a dozen or 20 for me and your mother, and spend the rest with Xiaoya."

"Dad, you are so generous!"

The next morning, Di Ye and Huang Ya came to the Yingfeng flagship store an hour early, cleaned the inside, replaced it with a spare TV, restored it to its previous appearance, and prepared for the opening at 9 o'clock.

At about 8:50, Zheng Yingyong came to the store on a half-new bicycle, called Di Ye to the door, and informed him in a very flat tone: "Ren Datou fought with someone in the detention center last night, was stabbed several times, and lost blood to death."

When Di Ye found out that Feng Shijie had stolen his room key, he felt a chill rushing from his back to his forehead. Now this feeling came again, and it was even stronger, making his forehead swell and his whole body shivering.

"Does Mr. Zhong know?"

"He knew it right away last night, saying that this is the retribution of Ren Datou who likes to beat people."

"I'll go to the hospital to see Bi Wanxi later."

Di Ye took out a cigarette case from his pocket, handed one to Zheng Yingyong, then took one himself, but did not light it, just played with it in his hand, and said: "Mr. Zheng, during the meeting last night, I forgot something. Now I will discuss it with you."

"What's the matter, you said."

"Yingfeng has a lot of business right now, and I can't do it alone. I want to hire an assistant, so that when I quit at the end of the month, the assistant will be able to take over. I wonder if Mr. Zheng has a suitable candidate?"

Zheng Yingyong puffed out his cigarette lightly, and said with a smile: "Manager Di is very considerate, I'll go back and inquire, and find someone who is both capable and sensible to be your assistant."

"Then trouble Mr. Zheng."

"No trouble, it's just a trivial matter. Manager Di, work hard, and I won't bother you. If anyone comes to find fault in the future, just call me."

"Boss Zheng, go slowly."

Di Ye looked at Zheng Yingyong's back until he disappeared at the end of the street, then threw the crumpled cigarette on the ground, went back to the store and asked Huang Ya for the senior customer register, from which he found the information of Zheng Kui, deputy director of the Urban Construction Bureau, and wrote down his home address and phone number.

"Dino, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to start a new activity."

Di Ye returned the register to Huang Ya, took the big brother Xia Jianwu sent, went to find a quiet place outside the store, called Lu Hanming, and asked, "Brother-in-law, are you familiar with Zheng Kui, deputy director of the Urban Construction Bureau?"

"Unfamiliar, I just ate once when I was promoting the package last time."

"Then how do you know that Zheng Yingyong belongs to him?"

"I guess, they are all surnamed Zheng, they should be relatives."

Di Ye was a little speechless to Lu Hanming, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Do you have Zheng Kui's business card or office phone number?"

"He seemed to have given me a business card that day, and I put it in the drawer of the unit, and I will find it for you later."

"Row."

After finishing the call with Lu Hanming, Di Ye called Xia Jianwu again, and learned that his two friends who came to Yuncheng for inspection had just left and would arrive around 11 o'clock, so he called Huang Zongshan, who came to the flagship store to help, and drove a Jinbei car to the Provincial Second People's Hospital to see Bi Wanxi.

When Huang Zongshan heard that Ren Datou had died, he was shocked, and said with emotion: "Ren Datou opened a dance hall at the daily chemical factory, and there are more than a dozen younger brothers, who are very majestic, and he died as soon as he said he was dead."

"What prestige can a little punk have?"

"Did that President Zheng do it?"

Di Ye recalled Zheng Yingyong's expression when he spoke, then shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhong should have done it, and Mr. Zheng helped to bridge the gap."

Huang Zongshan was not shocked this time, and speculated: "Mr. Zhong is afraid that Mr. Ren will talk nonsense?"

"Nine times out of ten it is."

"This man is really ruthless!"

(End of this chapter)