Rebirth of the Wild Age

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Shenghai, street.

A bus with no route marked came slowly along with the shout of the "woman conductor": "Textile market, textile market, free, free to go to the textile market! Quilt covers, sheets, pillows, curtains... …Has everything, free car ride, package delivery. You can go and see if you don’t buy it!"

Suddenly an aunt beckoned, and the bus stopped immediately, regardless of whether it arrived.

"Really free shuttle?"

"Don't lie to you, we will pick you up to the textile market for free. If you don't buy anything, we will send you back to the city; if you buy something, we will send you directly to the station closest to your home!"

"Then I'll go take a look."

Cai Zhiping moved quickly. He hurried to get 60 buses and built a station (parking lot) next to the textile market. The concrete floor of the station was not repaired, so he started soliciting customers before the Spring Festival. In less than a week, the textile market quickly became popular, and more and more merchants chose to settle in.

The bus was only two-thirds loaded, and the driver began to turn around and drove to the door of the textile market.

Most of the guests didn't even think about buying anything, they just took a free car to take a look. After they entered the mall, they picked and picked all the way, touched the materials and fabrics, and inquired about the price of the goods, and found that the things here are really much cheaper than in the city.

And it's also delivered to the station closest to home for free, so I'm not afraid that you won't be able to take it back if you buy too much.

Almost no one left empty-handed, and some even had large and small bags, and they needed store staff to help them in the car.

In the general manager's office, Cai Zhiping is receiving a good friend.

"Lao Cai, really can't buy shares anymore?" my friend asked.

Cai Zhiping smiled and said, "We are not short of funds for the time being."

"Oh, it's a pity," my friend sighed and said with a smile, "Lao Cai, if the textile market is going to expand someday, you must remember your buddies."

"Definitely, surely, I won't forget it." Cai Zhiping was actually sneered in his heart: When I asked you to invest last year, you almost swept me out, and now you still have the face to talk about buying shares.

At the end of last year, the textile market was valued at 220 million yuan. In the past two and a half months, banks have already assessed the value of 350 million yuan, and those who want to invest are even willing to purchase shares at a premium of 400 million yuan. Everyone knows that the largest and only Shenghai textile market in the Yangtze River Delta has unlimited potential. It used to be a place that was too unpopular, but it is now on the right track. Moreover, the textile market still has land that has not been fully developed. After the market is booming, that land will be worth the old nose's money.

If Song Weiyang sells now, the 25 million yuan he invested can sell for at least 40 million yuan.

"Jingle Bell!"

Cai Zhiping answered the phone and said with a smile: "Hey, this is Cai Zhiping."

"Lao Cai, business is good, right?" Song Weiyang asked.

"It's Brother Song," Cai Zhiping laughed, "The business is very good. In the few days before the New Year, it went crazy, and they all came to buy the New Year goods. When there were most people, 60 buses were not enough to pick up and drop off. All cars are used."

Song Weiyang said: "I am going to transfer some of my shares to my friends. I will tell you about it. It will probably transfer 10%. Don't worry, my friend, like me, will not interfere in operation and management."

"Are you short of money?" Cai Zhiping was a little surprised, because Song Weiyang only had 12% of the equity, and now he is losing money.

"No shortage, just friends, you will know when you sign." Song Weiyang said.

...

Chen Tao had made a choice, but did not choose according to the conditions given by Song Weiyang.

Chen Tao retains only 0.5% of Xifeng Company's shares, and the other 1% of Xifeng shares exchanged 10% of the shares in the textile market with Song Weiyang. At the same time, Chen Tao will continue to work at Xifeng and receive 0.2% of the dry stock dividend every year. Unless the company goes public or the two people collapse, she will always hold the 0.2% of the dry stock.

In the short term, Song Weiyang is giving away money to Chen Tao. In the long run, Chen Tao will not lose money, because the textile market is also amazing.

"I feel like I was taken care of by you." Chen Tao said jokingly. She was listening to the call just now. She already knows that 10% of the equity in the textile market is worth more than 30 million. She can become a tens of millions of wealthy women by changing hands, and even the richest woman in China!

"It's fine if you don't get angry." Song Weiyang smiled.

Chen Tao sat down in Song Weiyang's arms and hooked his neck affectionately and said, "Is this locked up by you?"

Song Weiyang praised: "Yes, I have learned the terminology of stocks, and I will take you to the stock market another day."

Chen Tao put his face on the man's chest, did not speak, and his emotions were extremely complicated. She is extremely insecure in her bones. She looks strong but is actually fragile. She has always wanted to find a man to rely on—as long as that man is reliable, she will always rely on.

Lin Zhuoyun is just the opposite, she is weak on the surface, but strong in reality. She likes sweet talk and longs for love, but she can live well without a man, live freely, and is a true modern independent woman.

As for Chen Tao, his thinking is very, very traditional.

Does it feel contradictory and weird? Lin Zhuoyun was domestically abused for ten years in her previous life, and she has been gritted her teeth to endure, how can she be strong and independent? But that's it. She didn't divorce for the sake of her children and her family. She was very tenacious, and she did not live on men at all after the divorce.

Although Chen Tao has a big career, she relies on men every time. Only when a man provides a platform for her can she use her exquisite methods.

If Chen Tao was a man, her character could only be a counselor and a warrior, and it would be impossible for her to be the master.

Song Weiyang has made it very clear, he will not consider marrying Chen Tao. Chen Tao accepted this and did not give up. She still wanted to fight, and she believed that Lin Zhuoyun could be wiped out.

Chen Tao would not choose any Gongdou drama, because that would upset Song Weiyang. She wants to improve herself, increase her weight, and enhance her value, so that Song Weiyang can't do without her in career-this kind of thinking is very dangerous, Song Weiyang will never let her replace Yang Xin, otherwise it will be because of love someday Hatred is bound to be impossible to end. Relatively speaking, ~www.readwn.com~ Gongdou means it doesn't matter, it's too pediatric.

The relationship between the two is weird now, partner? Friends? Lovers?

It's messed up anyway.

Song Weiyang would rather go back to the original pure friendship.

Regardless of him, anyway, after clarifying the situation, the two no longer struggle with money, and they get along quite happily. Song Weiyang is full-blooded, he hasn't tasted meat for several years, Chen Tao is also a marrow and knows the taste, and he has fought almost every day.

Old Man Lin was right, men are unreliable, and the more excellent men face the more temptations.

It was another **** storm, the gasoline was burned out, the car was reversed into the storage, and the brakes were applied to return to the neutral state.

Chen Tao flushed, lying on Song Weiyang and said, "After the Spring Festival, the sales of Very Coke has dropped a lot. Should we think of other ways?"

"What are your thoughts?" Song Weiyang asked.

"How about investing in a football team?" Chen Tao said.

"Do you still like football?" Song Weiyang laughed.

"I don't watch football very much," Chen Tao said, "but Quanxing Daqu has been very successful in running the team, and I want to try it too."

The 1990s was the golden age of China's commercial football, and fans have not been heartbroken by match-fixing. The "Rongcheng Defence Battle" more than three months ago was thrilling, and the three relegation battles of the Quanxing team caused the sales of Quanxing Daqu to soar in the province, which is more cost-effective than advertising (except for CCTV bidding).

Song Weiyang asked: "How much does Quanxing Daqu invest in football every year?"

"Not much, I asked, 1 million per year." Chen Tao said.

"So cheap?" Song Weiyang asked in surprise.

"It's very cheap, and it's much more useful than giving 1 million to the TV station." Chen Tao said.

Song Weiyang immediately decided: "Then do it, we invest 5 million in every year!"

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