Rebirth: All Patents, Cutting off the European and American Tech Tree

Jinling is less than 300 kilometers from Shanghai.

It's a little after two in the afternoon.

In a small, unpretentious restaurant on the street, Chen Hao devoured the dumplings. He hadn't eaten lunch driving to Shanghai and was starving.

Ren Xue ate daintily, glancing at him from time to time.

Most of the time, he was clearly a teenager.

But sometimes…

He seemed nothing like someone of that age.

Just then.

His phone rang.

Ren Xue quickly looked away.

"Dad… I'm in Shanghai."

"What?! What are you doing in Shanghai? Deputy Mayor Liu is here, along with leaders from the Education Commission and your principal—come back here!"

"I have something urgent to take care of. Figure it out yourself."

"Hey! Son…"

"Xiao Hao…"

"You little rascal!"

Chen Fuhai was furious.

The Deputy Mayor had personally come to his door, yet his son didn't even care.

What was he going to do?

Chen Hao didn't have time to worry about these trivial matters.

He had the money.

And the people…

Well!

For now, there was only Ren Xue, but she would be extremely useful in the early stages.

In short.

The giant commercial vessel was about to embark on its journey!

"Are you finished eating? Let's go buy something."

"What something?"

"A house."

…

Xinyi Real Estate Agency.

Having entered Shanghai in 1993, it could be considered an established agency.

In the afternoon.

A young man with a middle part in his hair stood outside the company's entrance, looking around.

A Honda Accord drove up.

"Bro! Park over here!"

Zhang Wu bowed and scraped.

An hour ago, he had received a phone call about a client wanting to buy a house.

But…

"Welcome, both of you—what kind of property are you looking for?" Zhang Wu led the way.

"Do you have any commercial properties?"

"Commercial?"

"Yes! Something with a larger area, and a location… preferably in the Lujiazui area."

Pudong had entered its development phase.

But property prices were very low.

In the eyes of the locals, Pudong was an uncivilized rural area, and property prices were much lower than in the old city.

But who could have imagined that in a little over a decade, Pudong's property prices would become unattainable?

Zhang Wu was stunned.

Something larger?

Commercial property?

Could it be… that he was about to make a fortune?

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He quickly went to find listings.

Ren Xue frowned and said softly, "I know you're planning to start a company, but… isn't it too big for the initial stages?"

You should take things slowly when starting a business.

Expand when the company grows stronger.

At the moment.

She didn't know how much money Chen Hao had, nor did she know the scale of Hanteng Capital.

She didn't even know what the company did.

After all, it hadn't been registered yet.

"Bro!"

Just then, Zhang Wu came over with the information: "Look at this, what do you think? It was built less than three years ago, an entire floor for sale, with over 800 square meters…"

Over 800 square meters!

At a price of just over two thousand, the total price would be nearly two million!

The commission alone would be substantial.

"Too small." Chen Hao frowned.

"Huh?!"

Zhang Wu was dumbfounded.

"This one is good."

Suddenly!

Chen Hao noticed a piece of information in his hand.

Three commercial buildings.

With a total area of over 30,000 square meters!

Located in Lujiazui, along the river.

Not to mention 2033.

In just over a decade, the price per square meter for residences and office buildings in this location would start at at least 100,000!

In other words, even if he bought it and did nothing, the future returns would be several times over!

"Bro… Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Wu's expression was complicated. He wanted to force a smile, but he couldn't: "This… the total price is nearly 100 million, and they're all sold by floors."

The more extravagant the other party's words were.

The less he believed that the other party would actually buy it.

One hundred million!

In the year 2000, it was an astronomical figure.

"They don't sell the entire building?" Chen Hao asked.

"It's not that they don't sell it, it's just that…"

"They do sell it?"

"Yes, they do sell it…"

"That's the one."

Without hesitation, Chen Hao got up: "Contact the seller, and we'll complete the procedures today."

"Bro, are you really not teasing me?" Zhang Wu stammered.

"Did I drive for several hours to come here and play with you?"

"Bro…"

Zhang Wu's heart was trembling.

Was it real?!

Ren Xue also stared blankly at Chen Hao.

Was it real or fake?

How could he possibly have 100 million?

Transferring a 1 million annual salary was one thing.

One hundred million was another.

One hundred million.

It was simply too much!

"Chen Hao, I think…"

"Wait!"

Chen Hao suddenly looked not far away.

A man was talking to a female agent.

"Uncle, are you sure you want to sell? Where will you live after you sell it?" The agent was a kind-hearted girl.

"Ah!"

The man shook his head and sighed: "There's no other way! Back in the day, Feiyue Factory was a big name in Shanghai, but now…"

In his fifties, he had been laid off, and it was not easy to find a job at this age. His wife had also just fallen ill.

He was truly at the end of his rope!

"Uncle!"

Chen Hao walked over quickly: "Do you know any technical personnel from Feiyue Factory?"

Feiyue Television.

A well-known television brand nationwide from the 1980s to the early 1990s.

Unfortunately.

With the advent of the reform and opening up, and the emergence of better products, Feiyue Television, with its outdated technology, gradually fell behind in the late 1990s.

Sales were poor, wages could not be paid, and employees could only be laid off.

Chen Hao had an impression of Feiyue Television.

In another five or six years, it would be completely unable to withstand the pressure and would declare bankruptcy!

"You… What do you want?" The man was puzzled.

"I want to recruit technical personnel."

"You?"

The man looked him up and down.

Finally, he shook his head and said to the female agent: "Girl, please help me recommend this house and sell it as soon as possible, thank you!"

Having said that.

He got up and prepared to leave.

"Uncle…"

"Young man, don't make fun of me!" The man was unhappy.

"Like this!"

Chen Hao looked at Zhang Wu: "Contact the seller immediately, if they don't arrive within an hour, I'll buy from another company—meet at the property transaction center."

"Uncle, how about coming with me?"

Seeing Zhang Wu's excited expression, the man felt that he wasn't joking.

Anyway, he had nothing to do right now.

He might as well go along!

…

An hour later.

Property Transaction Center.

Chen Hao contacted the issuing bank and asked them to send someone to assist with the procedures, saving a lot of trouble.

Of course.

Ordinary people could not enjoy this kind of treatment.

93.00 million!

Under the assistance of the bank, when the transaction was officially completed, even Ren Xue was stunned.

He actually…

Really had 100 million?!

"Boss Chen."

The seller was a short, fat man: "This is my business card. In the future… if you have any construction needs, please feel free to contact me!"

Ma Dafa?

Chen Hao put the business card in his pocket: "Okay! Boss Ma, if I need anything in the future, I will definitely look for you!"

Ma Dafa only took it as polite words.

Anyway, he would give out business cards whenever he met rich people.

Little did he know…

That it wouldn't be long before Chen Hao would really look for him.

"Uncle, do you believe me now?" Chen Hao looked at the uncle and asked with a smile.

"You really want to recruit people? How many do you need?"

"There's no limit to the number of technical personnel, provided they have real skills!"

"Let's get to know each other!"

The uncle took the initiative to extend his hand: "Qiu Zhengfeng, former director of the technology department of Shanghai Feiyue Television Factory!"

"There are at least a hundred or so technicians who have been laid off."

"More than half of them are technically proficient!"

Two hands were clasped together.

Chen Hao smiled: "Director Qiu, how about this? Contact everyone as soon as possible and go directly to the company tomorrow to chat in person."

"Okay!"

Qiu Zhengfeng nodded repeatedly.

He had been laid off for almost a year, and his wife had just been diagnosed with a serious illness, and his meager savings had been spent.

This job was too important to him!

As for the salary…

It seemed that the boss had a lot of money, so he shouldn't be too stingy, right?

As long as it was about the same as Feiyue Factory.

Little did he know.

That compared to his thoughts, the salary that Chen Hao was preparing to offer was outrageously high.