Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

Jiang Xiaobai sat for a while, then got up and left.

After sending Jiang Xiaobai away, Song Hanbin looked at his daughter and asked, "How much do you earn from this business?"

Song Xin shook her head.

Song Hanbin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? You can't tell me yet, is this considered a business secret?"

"No, it hasn't been decided yet. Now Sichuan Airlines' quotation has increased from 405 million to 430 million, while Xiaobai has dropped from 520 million to 490 million. In between, there are still There is a difference of 60 million,

So it’s still unclear how much money I can earn in the end. "

Song Xin explained that these things were not considered trade secrets, and it didn't matter if she told her father.

"No, what's your purchase price?" Song Hanbin asked.

"This? I told you, but you can't tell anyone outside," Song Xin hesitated and warned.

Song Hanbin's face was full of black lines. There is nothing wrong with saying that girls are extroverted. I am your biological father, but you still don't trust me.

You actually defend yourself against your own father for other men.

"explain……"

"Just say what you say, no matter how bad it is."

Song Xin muttered, then stretched out three fingers and said: "Three hundred million."

"What?" Song Hanbin stood up from the sofa.

"How dare you make so much money just by changing hands for something worth 300 million yuan. How much is the quote? 520 million. That's a total increase of 220 million. You have such a dark heart."

Song Hanbin was shocked. For something worth 300 million yuan, he dared to quote 530 million yuan as soon as it changed hands.

"Sichuan Airlines has paid 430 million yuan. Even at this price, you will earn 130 million yuan as soon as it changes hands. Yet you are still not satisfied and refuse to agree."

Many factory directors of Song Hanbin's generation are just factory directors, but they are definitely not businessmen.

It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits, and there is no reason to be dissatisfied with earning too much money.

So Song Hanbin couldn't figure out why Jiang Xiaobai didn't agree to earn more when he could earn 130 million by changing hands.

"These profits are shared between our Huaqing Holding Company and Nande. Our Huaqing Holding Company takes 60%, which is 130 million, which is about 78 million."

Song Xin muttered.

"Is seventy-eight million still too little? What have you done? How long has it been since you decided to do this? You can easily earn more than seventy million. Isn't that too little? This is pure profit."

Song Hanbin said, and suddenly thought, it seems that his daughter also has shares in Huaqing Holding Company.

How much is it? It seems to be 2% of the shares, not much.

But this business alone earned more than 70 million. If the dividends were divided according to shares, the daughter would also be able to earn about 1.5 million.

It's more than one million, and I can't make that much money in my life.

No, Song Hanbin suddenly remembered, wasn't he reprimanding this kind of behavior? But it suddenly occurred to me that my daughter was also a vested interest, so it seemed so powerless to reprimand her.

Isn’t this like picking up the bowl to eat and then putting the bowl down to curse?

"Oh, forget it." Song Hanbin waved his hand, stopped the topic, and asked again: "I'm curious, what is Jiang Xiaobai's current net worth?"

"I haven't calculated it, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, I don't know."

Song Xin shook her head, and then asked: "Why are you asking this? It's meaningless. Jiang Xiaobai said that if you have too much money, it is just a number. The money is no longer yours, and you can't spend it. Dad, look at someone like you. A hundred yuan, some benefits, and a house shared by the employer, this is the happiest thing."

Song Hanbin was not happy. Who do you think you are a fool? He couldn't help but cursed: "Fart, it's meaningless. What are you doing making money for?"

You have already earned 130 million and are still not satisfied. You still want more. Yet when you persuade others, you say that making money is meaningless.

"Because the number needs to be large enough to be able to accomplish something." Song Xin said matter-of-factly.

Song Hanbin was stunned, what he said really sounded like what Jiang Xiaobai said. He opened his mouth to ask more questions, but saw his daughter stood up, yawned and said, "No more, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed. Dad, you are too." Go to bed early."

"Okay, let's go." Song Hanbin waited for his daughter to go to bed, then lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he thought about the last two words his daughter just said.

“Money is just a number, but only when the number is big enough can something be done.”

"This kid is interesting." Song Hanbin muttered, and went to rest after smoking.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaobai took someone to drive to pick up Anderson and others for a walk.

Mou Qizhong was responsible for negotiating with Wang Yongdong of Sichuan Airlines. Wang Yongdong and Lao Liu were in high spirits after a night's rest. In addition, with the time buffer from yesterday, some senior officials of Sichuan Airlines also came over and joined the negotiation.

On Mou Qizhong's side, there were only himself and Feng Lun, plus Jiang Xiaobai's little secretary Zhao Xiaojin.

But Zhao Xiaojin didn't talk much. Most of the time he just listened and occasionally said a few words.

However, although there were few people on Mou Qizhong's side, the momentum was very high. Mou Qizhong and Feng Lun were not simple figures.

The discussion between the two parties was very intense, and a whole day passed without any progress.

However, this kind of thing cannot be negotiated in one day. Half a month or even a month is normal.

But in the end, Mou Qizhong threw out the condition proposed by Jiang Xiaobai, which was 20 million in exchange for 10% of Sichuan Airlines shares.

Wang Yongdong said that he would ask the leadership for instructions later, and he could not make the decision.

On the other side, Jiang Xiaobai, Anderson and others had just come out of the Jiang Xiaobai flagship store in Beijing.

"Say the clothes are very good, praise you for being great and having such a great company." Song Xin translated Anderson's words to Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded with a smile, accepted Anderson's compliment, and then said: "Tell him that we have more than a hundred such stores across the country."

"Really?" After hearing this, Anderson showed a look of shock as expected.

"Really, but this is just one of the companies under our company. Our Huaqing Holdings Company has many such companies."

Anderson listened and gave Jiang Xiaobai a thumbs up.

Then he stuttered and said: "Awesome... terrible." This was a new word he had learned in the past two days, and he asked Song Xin specifically for advice.

Because this word can be used in many places these days, and it is also the word he has used the most recently.

"When the business here is over, I will take you to see the other properties of our Huaqing Holdings Company, and then we will discuss the next step of the business."

Anderson nodded and said, "I misunderstood you before, and I apologize to you."

What he was talking about was that before, he asked Jiang Xiaobai if he bargained for 30 million yuan to buy a plane before he told him about the 1 billion business deal.