From tycoon to global chaebol

Chapter 116
In fact, where Qin Yang set his sights here, the main purpose was semiconductors.

If he simply sells steel, he can completely sell it through Wang Jiaren's trading company, but he earns less.

Although steel is a commodity that makes money, it is still nothing compared to high-tech products.

As a later generation, standing at the forefront of technology is equivalent to standing at the forefront of making money. To Qin Yang, he knows this clearly like a monk with lice on his forehead.

He stood up, paced back and forth, thinking of countermeasures.

It is determined that the trade with Shansang Construction Department must be concluded.

List the difficulties first.

From the perspective of Jin Taikang.

First, Shulian steel is used,
Second, Jin Taikang is a timid and cautious person, and he cannot be bought with money.At that time, he dared to agree because Li Minzhu personally invited the imperial decree.

Now finding a way to win Jin Taikang has become the key factor.

Qin Yang felt that a strong attack was not enough, and he had to rely on the upper-level forces.But Li Minzhu is dead.

What about Lee Ji Hyun?
Qin Yang shook his head.

This woman is arrogant and cold, not a woman who can be won in a short time.

But apart from this Li Zhixian, he doesn't know any other high-level officials in Shansang.

Right now it looks like a dead end.

Qin Yang smacked his lips, walked to the living room, poured a glass of red wine, ordered a Huazi, and elegantly held the goblet and leaned against the back of the sofa.

Take a puff of cigarette, shake the wine glass, the amber liquor swirls, passing through the transparent glass like silk.

How to do it?

At this moment, there seemed to be a fly in his head, buzzing around, looking for a cracked egg.

Finally, the fly landed on a person.

Zhang Zheming.

Qin Yang took a sip of red wine, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Arirang is the largest nightclub in Seoul.

Every night, this is a place where young people are chic.Of course, this is also a place for the rich to hunt for beauty.

Qin Yang entered the gate in casual attire and went directly to the bar.

The lights were blurred and dim, and the living people turned into shadows.

The sound of music, the sound of chatting with children, the sound is in the ears, stirring people's hearts.

Qin Yang sat on the bar and ordered a cocktail.

Sitting next to him was a woman with a skirt, and she cast a glance at Qin Yang with heavy make-up. This was a very seductive wink, and most men would probably be hooked immediately.

But Qin Yang is no ordinary man.

So Qin Yang ignored it, he knew that once you hook up with such a woman, she will cling to you.

Although in good shape, it is troublesome.

Seeing that Qin Yang ignored her, the woman pursed her lips and left with her wine glass.

Qin Yang looked at the bartender and decided to take a gamble. "Why didn't Zhang Zheming come?" Then he took a sip of the wine, which was sweet, with a bit of glutinous rice, and the taste was not bad.It seems to be better than white wine, so just eat it if you don’t need it.

Hearing his question, the waiter was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "He's here, he just left with a girl." Then he added more wine to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang took out a big bill as a tip.

The waiter smiled joyfully holding it in his hand, and was more kind to Qin Yang, meaning that he was willing to serve Qin Yang alone.

But Qin Yang muttered, "This brat, you invited me to talk about something, and you actually picked up girls." He took another sip of his wine.

The waiter heard in his ears, "Recently, he changes one every day, it's so cool!" At this time, he must flatter Qin Yang, but he gave a big tip, and he is a proper financial support father.

"Really, this brat, he became so flirtatious just after his girlfriend died." Qin Yang shook his head with a helpless look.

"Do you have money? As long as your body allows it, it's not a problem to change ten or eight a day." The waiter looked envious, and behind the envy was naturally jealousy.

He is also a man, he can only stand behind the bar and serve drinks, but Zhang Zheming can flirt with all kinds of women.

People are more popular than dead people.

But there is only one word in the story - money.

"Why does this brat get richer after his girlfriend dies?" Qin Yang muttered to himself again, purposely telling the waiter.

The waiter curled his lips, "You are still his friend, how rich is his girlfriend, can't you find him?" He refilled Qin Yang's wine.

"Of course I know." Qin Yang shrugged, "But she is dead, how can the dead give him money?"

"Hmm..." the waiter frowned, "You're right, but I found that he seems to be richer these days."

"He must have won the lottery." Qin Yang joked, drinking from a glass, but he was even more puzzled.

"I think his girlfriend left him a fortune after his death." The waiter also speculated jokingly.

"Hey! This stinky boy, you said something urgent, and the person still missed the appointment, really. Give him a call." Qin Yang got up to look for the phone, and the waiter brought the phone.

"Sir, use this."

This service is really home.

It is true that money can turn ghosts around.

Qin Yang smiled, picked up the phone and was about to dial, "Hey! I'm so smart now that I can even forget the phone number."

Just as he was about to put down the microphone, a phone book was placed in front of Qin Yang.

"The phone number of a frequent visitor!" the waiter said while flipping through the pages, "here."

Qin Yang smiled, and had to tip again.

"Thank you sir." The waiter looked like he wanted to lick Qin Yang's shoes.

Qin Yang dialed the phone.

"Hello? Who is it?" The voice on the other side was panting, mixed with a woman's wanton laughter.

"I'm Tom, Tom from the beautiful country!" After Qin Yang finished speaking, there was no sound from the receiver. He knew that Zhang Zheming covered the receiver.

Then there was no woman's laughter in the microphone, only Zhang Zheming's slightly sad words.

"Hi Tom, you know?"

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry!" Qin Yang said.

"That's right, Min Zhu left just like that, my heart is about to break." Zhang Zheming choked up on the phone.

"Let's meet tomorrow!" Qin Yang said.

"Okay, where did you say?"

"I will reserve the location for the coffee shop in the Hilton Hotel. It will be nine o'clock tomorrow morning!" Qin Yang said.

"Ok, see you tomorrow!"

Qin Yang hung up the phone, drank the wine in the glass and stood up, suddenly a strong smell entered his nose, and he almost sneezed.

Turning his head to look, a woman with heavy makeup was standing beside him.

The woman smiled coquettishly, her affectionate eyes kept flirting. "Won't you buy me a drink, handsome guy?" Then he stuck out his tongue and touched the lips that seemed to have just drunk blood, then blinked his eyes, and a seductive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Qin Yang smiled, "Another day, I have something to do." After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

"So cold?"

He heard the woman complaining behind him.

He would never touch a woman in a place like this.

As for why.

understand.

At nine o'clock in the morning, it was also the time when the coffee shop was crowded. Fortunately, Qin Yang had reserved a spot the first day.

Zhang Zheming came in a trendy suit.

(End of this chapter)