Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"Does the Little Superman computer need to apply for a patent?"

"Application is a fart. If others really want to imitate, what can you do? Why don't you just stare blankly and think about ways in terms of technology and publicity. How long can your unique business last?"

"I understand, I understand. I will follow Mr. Da's instructions." Chen Yuxiu said glibly.

"Crazy line, arrange the car, estimate the time, and arrive in the village by dinner time." Nan Yi spat and said.

"good."

After breakfast, Nan Yi went back to his room and made a phone call to Xiangyu, and then took Nan Wuwei to Shenfeng Bay.

Not far from the bay, there is a wasteland overgrown with weeds, which happened to be the end point of the Wenchangwei militia company's patrol. When they patrolled here, they would turn around, and after that, it belonged to the responsibility area of ​​other militia companies.

The grass in this wasteland is particularly lush. At that time, several militia companies, border guards, and many escapees agreed that this place was a place to meet their physiological needs. The land has been moistened for decades, and its fertility is not ordinary enough.

This piece of wasteland does not belong to the collective land of any village, so many people take advantage of the loopholes to build simple houses, simple workshops, and simple offices here.

"Dad, smelly."

As soon as he walked into the grass, Nan Wuwei said while covering his nose.

Nan Yi took away Nan Wuwei's hand covering his nose, and said, "Don't be afraid of the smell, you'll get used to it after a lot of smelling."

"Uh oh."

Although Nan Wuwei still felt very smelly, he didn't cover his nose any more, he just moved his calf faster.

Nanyi and the two soon came to the side of two simple houses connected together. The simple house is really simple, with a frame built of wood, and then there are sun mats on the top and around it, which is enough to block the wind and rain, but it can block the wind and rain. next day.

"Wuwei, go and ring the doorbell. If they ask you what you're here for, just say you're here to buy diet pills."

Nan Wuwei looked up, down, left, and right of the simple house, and said suspiciously: "Dad, I didn't see a doorbell anywhere."

"Then you can learn the sound of the doorbell with your mouth."

"Oh." Nan Wuwei nodded, raised his hands to form a circle in front of his mouth, and shouted: "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong."

In fact, there was no need for Nan Wuwei to "ring the doorbell". In the simple house with air leaks everywhere, a deserter had already seen the arrival of the four people outside.

"Old Ren, someone is coming from outside."

"Are you a customer?" Ren Youwei put down the weight-loss pills he was counting and asked, looking up.

"Probably not, three adults with one child."

Upon hearing this, Ren Youwei turned his head and looked outside through the gap in the wall, then stood up abruptly and walked outside.

"Nanyi, why are you here?"

"Come here to see if you are starving to death. If you are dying, I will ask someone for debt." Nan Yi said with a smile: "My son, Nan Wuwei."

Ren Youwei greeted Nan Wuwei first, and then said with a sad face, "It's almost the same if you're not dead. The product can't be sold at all. It's been several days since I sold a box of medicine."

"Haha, it's just right that it won't sell. If your weight-loss drug is really as good as it is boasted, you still need to sell it? Besides, you didn't choose the right way. Look how many fat people are there on the street?"

At this time, some women in China have begun to care about their bodies, but they don’t have the awareness of losing weight with drugs. Now it’s the world of aerobics, and there are ghosts when weight-loss drugs sell well.

"I also found that Hua Yao had gone the wrong way, but I still had two boxes of diet pills in my hand, worth more than 3,000 yuan."

"Give some discount to others, think of other ways, in business, there are losses and profits, this time it will be considered as paying some tuition fees." Nan Yi said, reaching out to drive away the blowflies flying above Nan Wuwei's head, "I said, Lao Ren, he didn't clean up at all, and attracted more flies."

"It's useless to clean up. There are flies and mosquitoes nearby. If you sit inside, there will be fewer flies inside."

Ren Youwei welcomed a few people from Nanyi into the "office", but didn't pour water for them, not because he didn't want to pour water, but because he didn't have extra cups.

"Nanyi, I'm under a lot of pressure now. There are 14 people who want to eat with me. If Hua Yao doesn't make any money, he won't last long."

"Business is like this. It's not like you used to be a manager in a state-owned enterprise. You don't need to worry about anything when you get paid when you arrive. Take it slowly, and you'll get used to it." Nan Yi said lightly.

In terms of pressure, Nanyi is much bigger than the current Ren Youwei. More than 100,000 people eat with Nanshi, and their monthly salary is more than 50 million U.S. dollars. 100 million US dollars, an average of nearly 75 million per month.

There are also nearly 100 research institutes and laboratories, and hundreds of scientific expedition teams that have been active outside for a long time, with an annual expenditure of over one billion US dollars.

Nan's important industries, Shennong Nanliang and No. 3 Biopharmaceuticals, have not brought Nan's a penny of profit so far. The former is in balance, and the latter is still investing continuously.

At present, Nan's is completely relying on financial search for funds, plus Nanyi's east and west sticks to make some money, and invest in the technical field. If the research and development does not persist until the last moment, all previous investments will be wiped out. Nan's income cannot and cannot be stopped.

As long as the Nan family has no income for two months, the cash flow will be tight. If they cannot receive new income in time, they will immediately fall into a vicious circle, forced to use their gold reserves, and then the situation will fall into erosion and decay quickly.

Every day, Nan's has the possibility of going bankrupt, and every minute, Nanyi has to face the crisis of everything returning to zero, so how could he not be under great pressure.

If it weren't for Nanyi's big heart, he would have already suffered from fucking depression.

"It's hard, Nanyi, what can you tell me?" Ren Youwei looked at Nanyi expectantly.

"Ever heard of Seven Kingdoms and Eight Systems?"

Ren Youwei thought for a while and said, "You mean that our country's telecommunications equipment comes from seven countries and covers eight types of standards?"

"Yes, when I was still in Yaqing Company, the office used the HAX switchboard of Hongli Hongnian Company. The quality is not as good as that of Western countries, but it is much better than our domestic ones.

Also, compared to Western products, it is much cheaper, which means that there is a larger price gap. "Nan Yi smiled, and then said: "According to your network, it is not difficult to sell a few units every month, so I don't need to go any further, right? "

Ren Youwei's eyes lit up, and he said temptingly, "Do you have Hongnian's contact information?"

Today's Ren Youwei is a headless fly, a wild dog driven into a poor alley. He has no direction at all, and only knows that he should make money to support himself, his family, and Huayao's employees.

"Yes, but I have nothing to do with Hongnian. It's up to you to decide whether the agent will take it or not. Hongnian has sold a lot of products in China. You can try to contact your acquaintances to see who they are. If you can get in touch with them, it will be easier to talk with an intermediary."

"Thank you very much."

"Don't thank you, your hard life is still to come, take it slowly." Nanyi looked around and said, "There is nothing to see here, so I won't stay here any longer, and wait until you change the office one day I'll visit again."

"How many days will you stay in Shenzhen?"

"I'm leaving soon. If you want to invite me to dinner, next time. I just went to work as the director of a pharmaceutical factory. The situation is no better than yours. There are hundreds of mouths waiting to eat."

"Okay, I'll take you out, I was thinking of inviting you to my house for dinner."

"There is a chance."

After leaving Huayao Company, Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei to Zhongying Street again, and met a wretched fat man.

"Where's the money?"

"What about the goods?"

"Fuck, drug deal?"

"Hey, 200,000 Hong Kong dollars." Wang Lin smiled wretchedly, and handed two wads of money to Nanyi.

Nan Yi took it, stuffed the money into his pocket, and said to Wang Lin: "I saw Li Zhengdong on the street yesterday, it seems that his life is not going well, you can try to invite him to sign in Donglaiwu, sign The number of years or the signing of the head contract will do.”

"Nan Sheng, he just dropped one." Wang Lin said with a frown.

"Apart from you, who hasn't been to the street in Hong Kong? Modern dramas don't work, you can try costume dramas. Li Zhengdong looks like a martial arts master in ancient costumes."

"Haha, I'm here as a businessman, so what if I don't make money."

"Taking advantage of the good film market in Xiangxi, invite more directors and actors, and open a few more movies a year. I plan to let Donglaiwu go public."

"It's good to be listed, I can get a director Dangdang."

"Not a director, you are the chairman."

"Hey hey, that would be even better." There was another wave of laughter on Wang Lin's face.

Wang Lin's grandson likes to pretend to be stupid. Nan Yi doesn't like this very much. This is obviously his business.

"Have you brought your home pass?"

"Of course you have to bring your home return permit when you come to Zhongying Street."

"That's just right. You can invite Li Zhengdong in person to show your sincerity."

"What do you order Nan Shao, I will do it."

"Come on, Huang Feihong's movie has not been released for several years. The audience is tired of watching Guan Dexing's Iron Horse Hard Bridge. Come to something different. You must know what to do."

"Huang Feihong" has been in Hong Kong for a long time. It can be said that it is a popular IP. Nanyi has never taken the initiative to find out about it. I also learned from the news that is constantly published in newspapers that Guan Dexing has been filming by himself since the end of the 1940s. By the early 1980s, more than 80 films had been filmed in more than 30 years.

Including those made by other people, there have been more than a hundred and dozens of Huang Feihong films released.

But in Nan Yi's memory, the Huang Feihong series will continue to be filmed, and it will be a special film, which shows that Huang Feihong's IP has great potential. In addition, he has seen Li Zhengdong's Huang Feihong, so he naturally knows how much it is. Classic, once a few Huang Feihong films are shot, Donglaiwu will definitely get a lot of profit.

If Wang Lin can supervise and produce a few movies with good box office, taking advantage of the good performance, he can just push Donglaiwu to the market.

The current Hong Kong film market is going uphill with great strides. Donglaiwu can completely follow the big market. The stock price has been rising all the way. When it reaches a suitable price, Nanyi can cash out all the shares in his hand.

In a few years, Donglaiwu's propaganda effect will weaken. Before it becomes meaningless to Nan's, it is a good idea to make the last fortune for Nan's and make use of the remaining light and heat. .

...

It was another day full of people, and Li Zhengdong was sitting bored in his small sales office. At this time, a wretched fat man suddenly walked in from the door.

Li Zhengdong stood up and subconsciously said, "Hello, welcome to the International Martial Arts Development Company... Ah, Director Wang, why are you here?"

Although Wang Lin is not the best director in Hong Kong, if anyone in Hong Kong's film and television industry says they don't know him, there is only one possibility - pretending to be aggressive.

Li Zhengdong filmed several films in Xiangtang, directed and acted in one, and had a lot of contact with the behind-the-scenes personnel of the Xiangtang film and television industry. Of course he knew Wang Lin, and of course he knew the existence of Donglaiwu.

At this moment, Li Zhengdong was thinking excitedly: "Director Wang appears here, is it because he wants to invite me to film?"

"Li Sheng, hello, I'm Wang Lin from Donglaiwu Media."

When Wang Lin appeared here, he could already loudly announce that Li Zhengdong was from Donglaiwu.

Although Li Zhengdong said that he had made several films in Xiangtang before, he did not earn any money. He had a unit before, and he made films for Shaw Brothers in the name of the unit. He received dead wages, at most plus With a little travel allowance and bonus, you can earn 10,000 yuan for a year.

Why did Li Zhengdong quit the martial arts team? Why did the Wushu team refuse to let him go, forcing Li Zhengdong to find another way?

Isn't it because Li Zhengdong is a cash cow that earns a lot of foreign exchange for the martial arts team?

How could Li Zhengdong be reconciled after seeing the flamboyant world outside and seeing other actors make a lot of money?

He started the company to make money, and he opened an international martial arts development company closely related to the word "martial arts", not to promote martial arts, but simply because he is a martial arts star, and martial arts is his business card. He still uses martial arts as a gimmick.

As long as Wang Jin invites Li Zhengdong to make a film at the asking price of Xiangfang, there is no possibility that he will refuse.

On the other side, Hangzhou City.

"Petunia, I don't think this place is suitable, what do you think?"

"I also don't think it's suitable. The road is not convenient, and it's far away from the railway and waterway. It's near here, so I think it's suitable." Penny Street pointed to a point on the map and said.

"Zhuantang is good. It's only three kilometers away from the Qiantang River, but it's only in the vicinity. In terms of traffic, it's not as good as the planned industrial zones in Hangzhou."

Penny Streeter nodded, "Yes, transportation is not as good as industrial areas, but I don't think transportation is the primary condition we should consider. We should give priority to the surrounding environment. We must know that what we produce is food. The factory should be far away from other factories.

If possible, it is most appropriate to locate the factory in a scenic area, such as here. "

Penny Street tapped the map again.

If Nanyi was on the side, he would definitely say "shit". The location Penny Street pointed to was near the future Song City. It was definitely a tourist area among tourist areas. The scenery was undeniable.

Of course, it should basically be out of the question, and whoever is in charge of the planning will not be able to plan the factory there. Hangzhou City has a deep understanding of the value of tourism, so how could it possibly do things that destroy its tourism potential.

"This can be temporarily used as an alternate location." Dai Xiuxiu agreed.

The two were discussing here, and Ma Qingyang, who was standing not far behind them, looked at Dai Xiuxiu with envy in his eyes.

Just now at Xixi Wetland, Ma Qingyang seized the opportunity to chat with Dai Xiuxiu. He knew that Dai Xiuxiu had not been in London for a few years, and they were similar, but their circumstances were very different.

Dai Xiuxiu is already an executive of the company, and he is still studying in university. After graduation, he may go to a middle school to be an English teacher. He is not reconciled. Thinking that he, Ma Qingyang, has also stepped out of the country and seen the outside world, how could he just What about being an ordinary teacher?

"No, no, I don't want to be an ordinary teacher. In the future, I must start a business. I must be admired by thousands of people. I will be a life mentor for countless people." Ma Qingyang clenched his fists and set a grand ambition in his heart. .

...

When the car entered Jieshi Town, Nanyi saw a seller of pickled fruit on the side of the road, so he got out of the car and bought some, took it back into the car, let Nanwu eat for himself, and the car continued to Nanchen Village.

Nanwuwei loves the sweet and sour pickled fruit. While eating the fruit, he tilted his head and kept looking out the window. From time to time, he would ask Nanyi what it is and what it is.

If you know it, Nanyi will explain it in detail. If you don't know, just say you don't know. In front of his son, he doesn't want any majesty or face. Nonsense.

Very contradictory, Nanyi wants to be a superman in his son's eyes, but he doesn't want them to feel that he is omnipotent, and he will obey whatever they want.

In the three realms of life, Nanyi has accepted the ordinaryness of his parents and himself, and is trying to accept that his son can only become an ordinary person with a level of ten trillion. The level of trillions, trillions, and trillions.

It is good to be an ordinary person, the pressure will not be too great, and life will be easier.

The car stopped in front of the archway in Nanchen Village, and Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei to Chen Zongqing who was already waiting.

Without Nanyi's reminder, Nan Wuwei called "Grandpa" sweetly.

"Okay, good boy, Grandpa will give you a red envelope." Chen Zongqing smiled, and put a thick red envelope into Nan Wuwei's hand.

Holding the red envelope, Nan Wuwei looked up at Nanyi, and got the affirmation from Nanyi's eyes, so he squeezed the red envelope and said to Chen Zongqing, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Chen Zongqing stroked Funan Wuwei's head, and said to Nanyi: "Your aunt has already cooked, and I know you like the snacks here. You have prepared a lot of millet, beef pie, and vegetables."

"Auntie really has a heart. I like to eat everything she cooks. Uncle Zong Qing, let's go over quickly, I can't help my saliva. Wuwei, Dad will take you to grandpa's house to eat dinner made by grandma, grandpa The food that grandma cooks is delicious."

"Dad, really?"

"Of course, Dad hugs you. Let's go quickly. If we don't hurry, we will be snatched up by others." Nan Yi picked up Nan Wuwei, passed Chen Zongqing, and walked to his house first.