Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

On the afternoon of October 3, with the settlement of the last index futures contract, this time the investment of 300 million US dollars finally came to fruition.

In order not to ignite the fire, unlike last year’s hype of HSI futures, this round of operation was relatively scattered and did not put all funds on the 17th. Therefore, from the perspective of unit return, it is not as good as the last one-shot deal. .

Moreover, in order to further avoid suspicion, he bought some contracts, even slightly losing.

Facts have proved that he did this very wisely. From 9/11 to the present, law enforcement agencies in the United States have censored thousands of foreigners in the United States with unprecedented unity and efficiency.

However, because the capital invested this time is three times that of the previous time, the overall return is still higher than the previous time. After removing all these expenses in the United States, including the US$100 million investment in Shanghai, the remaining , Is still slightly more than the total revenue last time.

Therefore, the funds currently available to Feng Yiping have taken another step.

There are hundreds of millions, and there are one billion, that feels completely different.

He felt that now he could really consider buying a private jet, especially after 9/11.

However, before that, he had another idea.

"Jingping, I want to build a high school in town, what do you think?"

"Build a high school? Build it yourself?"

"Of course it is donated for construction, and after the construction is completed, it will be handed over to the town.

I estimated that after the first phase of the industrial park is built, at least another 3,000 people can be employed. As a result, more and more families in the town can afford a college student.

There is only one high school in the entire county, and the admission rate for the entrance examination is too low. Many people did not have the opportunity to go to university. They said that this year, the three of the three of Rongrong from the uncle's family failed to pass the entrance examination, and now they are all repeating in the province. If there is a high school in the town, at least Rongrong can pass. "

Her younger sister, Huang Qinping, was fairly upbeat, and was admitted to the County No. 1 Middle School.

"Adding a high school is not that simple." Huang Jingping said.

"We don't have to worry about those things. As long as we are willing to pay, the town will definitely find a way to get the approval."

"Okay, I have no problem. The school is built in the town, and the admission rate in our town is definitely higher, which is pretty good.

Those who have the opportunity to go to college in the future, after graduation, there should be many people who will return to work in the town. From this point of view, they are actually helping the industrial park to train talents." Huang Jingping still understands education.

"Most of them will return to the town. I'm confident about that. When the high school in the town is built, it will be at least seven or eight years before the first batch of people who are admitted to college graduate from there. The appeal of the town to them will certainly be no less than that of some big cities."

Having invested so much, and working hard for seven or eight years, if by then, Wuli'ao Town will still not be among the top 100 towns in the country. He found a piece of tofu and killed him and a piece of noodles to hang him.

"Then how much are you going to donate?"

"If you want to build, build the best, 10 million,"

"Ah? So many!" Huang Jingping did not expect him to be so generous. For the donation to build the high school, the land must be provided free of charge by the town. The teaching building of Liangjiahe Middle School cost only a few hundred thousand, which is the County No. 1 Middle School. All the investments add up. It is estimated to be 3 million.

This ten million, in their town, can now build a lot of buildings, "Is it used so much?"

"The investment in education needs to look farther. I want to use the City No. 1 Middle School as a template. All supporting facilities have been built, such as libraries, gymnasiums, laboratories, language rooms, electronic classrooms, computer rooms, etc. In order to attract excellent teachers, the faculty dormitory must also be built. There will not be many, but it does not matter if there is surplus. Isn't it just right to build a kindergarten?"

"I don't have any comments, but, let's see how to do home work," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

Don't say, this thing will be a bit difficult.

It's really not easy to get parents to agree to spend 10 million in this way.

However, there is always a way.

"I have another idea,"

"Do you still donate?" Huang Jingping asked.

"No, I really plan to buy a plane,"

"Ah? Really!" Huang Jingping is so kind and hearted that this time she won't ask how much the plane costs.

"Really, if it is decided now, by next year, we should be able to return to China in our own plane."

"Oh, that's great," she said with an open eyebrow, touching her belly. "Little guy, did you know that when you are born, you will be able to take your own plane!"

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Feng Yiping used some small strategies for doing the work of his parents. It was easier for his father to make sense, so he first went to his father quietly.

He chose one night, that is, the morning at home. He called while Dad was in the office, broke the matter apart, and talked about it for nearly an hour.

Hearing this thought of his son, Feng Zhenchang was a little dazed. Feng Yiping has analyzed so much from now to the future, but he actually didn't listen to much. After his son stopped, he asked, "How much money do you have now?"

"A lot of my life can't be spent," Feng Yiping said in general. "Aren't you and mom worried about my unsafe flight? I'm still going to spend tens of millions of dollars, about two to three billion yuan, to buy a business jet. ,"

This news made Feng Zhenchang even more confused. Buy or buy a plane?

"Dad, this donation, I think it will be in the name of you and mom. Think about it. In the future, it will not only be the people in the town, but the other children in the county who passed the test in this school, as well as their parents, will remember forever. Your kind deeds,"

"Let me think about it first," Feng Zhenchang rubbed his forehead and hung up the phone.

All day long, Feng Zhenchang kept talking to himself in the office, even eating lunch in the cafeteria.

The director of the tea factory asked him to discuss things. He saw that the ashtray on his desk was full of cigarette butts. He thought that something difficult had happened to him. However, all the companies, and the industrial park in the town, did not progress. Is everything going well?

"President Feng, are you all right,"

"It's okay," Feng Zhenchang put away the sheets of paper in front of him, and looked at the printed papers full of words. He felt a little distressed. Why did he waste so many sheets at once?

"It's very troublesome to collect tea these days. There are more and more old leaves inside,"

If in normal times, Feng Zhenchang heard such a thing, he would be very angry. Some people would really take advantage of it, but today, he is really not thinking about it.

"I will call those village heads later, and if someone like this deliberately shoddy, they will not accept their tea this year. You also tell them in the two factories and ask them to talk to their families after get off work at night. This issue,"

"Okay," the director seemed to hear when he closed the office door, and Feng Zhenchang seemed to mumble over there, "Ten million!"

Feng Zhenchang has a book in his heart. From going to the provincial capital to do business, they have not made so much money in total.

However, what the son said was true, and donated in the name of him and Mei Qiuping.

The next night, Feng Yiping received a call from his father, "As long as it doesn't appear to be ostentatious, I agree. It is not easy to figure it out on your mother's side, but I will do this job first."

Sure enough, when Mei Qiuping heard about this, she immediately exploded, and her voice changed. If her son is in China right now, she will definitely pick him up and give him a lesson, "I'll call Yiping and tell him to immediately When he comes back, what is he thinking about now, what is the use of these false names?"

Feng Zhenchang stopped his excited wife, "Listen to me first, why is this a false name? This is good for the town, good for us, and good for business,"

"Good for the town? Yes, every official has the opportunity to make money again, and it's nothing to lose those guys who are paid and not doing business."

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For a while, television has been flooded with interviews with military and political experts from all walks of life. They are generally predicting a problem, a war, but it seems that it can't be forced. Then, when will the United States launch an attack?

On the evening of the 6th, some experts were still talking on CCTV because the war will not start immediately because the materials are not in place.

The words are still in my ears, the next day, on October 7, the coalition forces gathered by the United States, with the assistance of the Afghan Northern Alliance ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, officially launched an attack on the Taliban regime.

The slap is very loud.

It was on this day that Mei Yiliang, invited and commissioned by her brother-in-law and nephew, took his wife and children home to help with the work of the eldest sister.

The couple took turns to fight, finally letting Mei Qiuping dispel the idea of ​​going to the United States to find her son, but it was far from getting her to agree.

On the 10th, Jin Ling went out. She took a large stack of documents and lived in Fengjiachong for two days. Finally, she lived up to her expectations. Although she was still a little reluctant, Mei Qiuping finally agreed with her son.

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In the town government, Guo Guojian dropped a cup of hot tea on his lap. "Go to the hospital and see the mayor," Huang Chengzhong said.

"Don't panic," Guo Guojian said, "hissing" his trouser legs, "I heard that right? Mr. Feng and they want to donate 10 million to build a high school in the town?"

"Not only high school, but also kindergarten," (to be continued.)