Rebirth of the Wild Age

Shenghai, street.

A bus with no marked route came slowly, accompanied by the shout of the "female conductor": "Qingfang Market, Qingfang Market, it's free, go to the Qingfang Market for free! Quilts, bed sheets, pillows, curtains... …It has everything, free rides, pick-up and delivery. You can go and see it if you don’t buy it!”

Suddenly an aunt beckoned, and the bus stopped immediately, regardless of whether it was at the stop or not.

"Really free pick-up?"

"I won't lie to you, we will pick you up to the textile market for free. If you didn't buy anything, we'll send you back to the city; if you bought something, we'll send you directly to the station closest to home!"

"Then I'll go and have a look."

Cai Zhiping acted very quickly. He quickly got 60 buses and built a station (parking lot) next to the Textile Market. The concrete floor at the station has not yet been repaired, so he has already started soliciting customers before the Spring Festival. In less than a week, the textile market has rapidly become popular, and more and more merchants choose to settle in.

The bus was only two-thirds full, and the driver started to turn around and drove all the way to the entrance of the Qingfang Market.

Most of the guests didn't think about buying anything, but just took a free ride to see it. After they entered the shopping mall, they picked and picked all the way, touched the materials and fabrics, inquired about the prices of the commodities, and found that the things here were indeed much cheaper than those in the city.

And it will be delivered to the station closest to home for free, so I am not afraid that if I buy too much, I will not be able to take it back.

Almost no one returned empty-handed, and some even had large and small bags, requiring the help of store staff to carry them into the car.

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

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

Cai Zhiping said with a smile: "We are not short of funds for the time being."

"Oh, it's a pity," my friend sighed and then said with a smile, "Old Cai, if the textile market is going to expand one day, you must remember your old man."

"Definitely, definitely, I will never forget." Cai Zhiping actually sneered in his heart: When I asked you to invest last year, you almost kicked me out of the house, and now you have the face to talk about investing in shares.

The light textile market was valued at 220 million yuan at the end of last year. In the past two and a half months, banks have already assessed the value at 350 million yuan, and those who want to invest are even willing to buy shares at a premium of 400 million yuan. Everyone knows that the largest textile market in the Yangtze River Delta region and the only textile market in Shenghai has unlimited potential. It used to be too remote and no one cares about it, but now it is completely on the right track. Moreover, there is still land in the textile market that has not been fully developed. After the market is booming, that piece of land is worth a lot of money.

If Song Weiyang makes a move now, the 25 million yuan he invested can be sold at a high price of at least 40 million yuan.

"Jingle Bell!"

Cai Zhiping picked up the phone and said with a smile, "Hi, I'm Cai Zhiping."

"Old Cai, is the business going well?" Song Weiyang asked.

"It's Brother Song," Cai Zhiping laughed loudly, "Business is very good. The sales are crazy in the days before the Chinese New Year. They all come to buy new year's goods. When there are the most people, 60 buses are not enough to pick up and drop off. I put myself All cars are used."

Song Weiyang said: "I'm going to transfer some of my shares to my friends. Let me tell you, it's about 10%. Don't worry, my friend, like me, won't interfere in the operation and management."

"Are you short of money?" Cai Zhiping was a little surprised, because Song Weiyang only had a total of 12% of the shares, and now he sold it at a loss.

"It's not missing, it's just a friend. You'll know it when you sign the contract." Song Weiyang said.

...

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

Chen Tao only retains 0.5% of the shares of Xifeng Company, and the other 1% of Xifeng shares are exchanged with Song Weiyang for 10% of the shares in the textile market. At the same time, Chen Tao continues to work in Xifeng, and receives 0.2% of dry stock dividends every year. Unless the company goes public or the two of them collapse, she will always hold this 0.2% dry stock.

In the short term, Song Weiyang was giving Chen Tao money for nothing. In the long run, Chen Tao will not lose money, because the light textile market also has amazing potential.

"I feel like I was taken care of by you." Chen Tao joked. She was also listening to the phone call just now, and already knew that 10% of the equity in the textile market is worth more than 30 million, and she could become a rich woman of tens of millions, or even the richest woman in China!

"It's good that you don't get angry." Song Weiyang smiled.

Chen Tao sat in Song Weiyang's arms, hooked his neck affectionately and said, "So you're locked up?"

Song Weiyang praised: "Not bad, I have learned the terminology of stocks, I will take you to the stock market to play some other day."

Chen Tao pressed her face against the man's chest, said nothing, her emotions were extremely complicated. She is extremely insecure in her bones. She looks strong, but she 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 it.

Lin Zhuoyun is just the opposite. She looks weak but is actually strong. She likes sweet talk and longs for love, but she can live well and freely without a man. She is a real modern independent woman.

As for Chen Tao, her thoughts are very, very traditional.

Do you feel contradictory and strange? Lin Zhuoyun was subjected to domestic violence for ten years in her previous life, and she has always gritted her teeth and endured it. How can she be said to 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 didn't depend on men at all after the divorce.

Although Chen Tao has a big career, she relies on men every time. Only when a man sets up a platform for her can she display her exquisite skills.

If Chen Tao were a man, with her personality, she could only be a counselor and a fierce general, and it was impossible to be the protagonist.

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

Chen Tao would not choose any Gongdou drama, because it would make Song Weiyang unhappy. She wants to improve herself, increase her own weight, and increase her own value. It is dangerous for Song Weiyang to be inseparable from her in his career. Song Weiyang will never let her replace Yang Xin, otherwise love will turn into hatred someday It must be impossible to end. Relatively speaking, Gongdou's method doesn't matter, it's too childish.

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

Anyway, it's a mess.

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

Regardless of his so much, anyway, after clarifying the situation, the two of them are no longer entangled with money, and they get along quite happily. Song Weiyang is full of blood and has not tasted meat for several years. Chen Tao knows the taste of meat, and fights with dry firewood almost every day.

Old man Lin is right, men are unreliable, and the better men face more temptations.

There was another bloodbath, the gasoline ran out, the car was backed into the garage, and the brakes were applied to return to neutral.

Chen Tao blushed and leaned on Song Weiyang's body and said, "After the Spring Festival, the sales of Very Coke have dropped a lot. Should we think of other ways?"

"What do you think?" Song Weiyang asked.

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

"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 Chinese commercial football, and fans hadn't been heartbroken by match-fixing. The thrilling "Battle of Rongcheng" more than three months ago, the three relegation battles of the Quanxing team actually caused the sales of Quanxing Daqu to skyrocket in the province, which was more cost-effective than any advertisement (except for the CCTV standard king).

Song Weiyang asked: "How much money 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, much more useful than giving 1 million to the TV station." Chen Tao said.

Song Weiyang immediately made a decision: "Let's do it, we invest 5 million in it every year!"