Reinventing the Millennium

On the morning of the 19th, Fang Zhuo processed some documents in the office, consulted with the firm, and considered setting up a VIE structure for the equity of Yike Technology to facilitate the company's further operations in the future.

This VIE structure was the model developed by Sina when it went public in the United States. It was adopted by many large companies in later generations. To put it simply, it used two or even multiple layers of vests from the Cayman Islands and Xiangjiang to maintain control of the actual operating company.

As for vests, they can play a certain role in tax avoidance or bypassing supervision.

The previous registration network did not consider adopting it because it had to cooperate with administrative forces and did not need to consider tax avoidance at all...Yike was different. It really had to consider making money and future development.

Fang Zhuo planned to start implementing changes after this period of busy work was over.

At noon, after he finished interviewing a college teacher introduced by Xu Keden, he planned to go to the Yike Shen City store not far downstairs to take a look at the situation.

It will open tomorrow, but I need to accompany the leaders for inspection, so I can only take a look today.

In order to ensure that the opening of Yike has the minimum momentum, CCTV has started to run advertisements before the evening weather forecast this week, and major BBS forums on the Internet have also provided some guidance.

In addition, everyone discussed that the lively scene of queuing up at the opening can be created. This does not require hiring someone, as long as people from your own company join in the fun.

There are not many people in Yi Ke, but there are quite a lot of people.

As Fang Zhuo went downstairs, he was thinking about tomorrow's opening, and wanted to take a look at whether the large advertisements posted in Plaza 66 were eye-catching enough.

However, just as he walked out of the office building, he suddenly stopped and saw a middle-aged man hesitating by the flower bed with some disbelief.

"Dad, why are you here? Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you go up?"

Fang Zhuo stepped forward quickly with both confusion and joy, and it was his father Fang Tong who appeared in front of him.

Fang Tong was hesitating at first, but he didn't expect his son to actually come down and see him. He rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly: "I just came to see you. I forgot which floor I was on."

"Why did you come to see me all of a sudden? Come on, let's go eat." Fang Zhuo waved to the colleague who came down with him, preparing to take his father to eat French and Western food.

Fang Tong looked at his son's face carefully and said carefully: "No, this is not what I heard. Your company is about to go bankrupt. I'm here to see you. Don't jump off the building. You have to be strong!"

Fang Zhuo: "..."

The transmission of information may take time. The old father may learn about the situation through newspapers, TV or some other means.

Fang Zhuo thought for a second and asked seriously: "Did your 'listen to what others say' mean what my mother said?"

"Xiao Zhuo has been smart since he was a child." Fang Tong acquiesced to this matter and said with emotion, "It's up to you."

"Okay, now you see me, I'm so lively and excited, don't you think I can't think about it? And, look to the east, that big advertisement is for my company." Fang Zhuo tried his best to show his intention to survive strong.

Fang Tong read the advertisement carefully, nodded, glanced at his son again, and said distressedly: "You have lost weight, eat more."

"Eat, eat, let's go, Dad, there is a delicious restaurant here." Fang Zhuo happily took his old father to taste the delicious food.

French restaurants are extremely expensive, and Fang Zhuo usually doesn't eat here.

However, after this lunch, Fang Tong had only one feeling: "No wonder you are thin, this amount is too small."

"Dad, you haven't eaten enough. I ate late in the morning." When Fang Zhuo was eating, he only focused on reporting his positive situation and dispelling his parents' worries about his career and life. He didn't pay much attention to the portion.

"Well, now that I've said it, is there a noodle shop nearby? I want to have another bowl of noodles." Fang Tong asked.

Fang Zhuo was speechless. He really wasn't full at all.

After the French and Western food, the father and son went to eat noodles.

After a bowl of beef noodles, Fang Tong said comfortably that this was like a serious meal.

Fang Zhuo didn't have any objections. He himself often came to this noodle shop.

"Dad, I'll take you up for a walk." Fang Zhuo suggested.

"No, you go to work, I have to go to the hospital to see your sister." Fang Tong shook his head and refused.

Fang Zhuo invited again: "There is a store next door that will open tomorrow that sells the company's products. I will take you to take a look before you leave. After I finish my work in the evening, I will also go to the hospital to see her."

"Okay." Fang Tong did not refuse this time, and was also curious about the confidence that kept his son from jumping off the building.

The worry about his son's career came from his wife, but after he learned about the situation, he read the newspaper and found out some details. What was written in it was serious, and hundreds of millions of dollars were easily spent. How could he compensate?

However, listening to his son's wishes, he had no intention of compensating...

Fang Tong felt that this was beyond his knowledge. According to his opinion, he would either jump off the building or be forced to jump off the building by others. He didn't know how he could live well.

Fang Zhuo didn't know that his old father wasn't completely relieved yet, so he enthusiastically introduced the Shencheng store: "Dad, look, on the wall are the lyrics of current popular songs."

“The slogan ‘What you hear is what you love’ was the sentence we put on the CCTV commercial.”

"The spokesperson next to me is a singer from Baodao and has a good future."

"Comparing the models on the table, the larger one is a product of Neon Country, and the smaller one is what we want to sell."

"Dad, do you think black or white looks better?"

Fang Zhuo no longer spoke concisely and to the point, wishing he could also talk about the production process.

Fang Tong picked up a white M1, looked at it for a few seconds, thought it looked good, and asked, "How much does this cost?"

"2899." Fang Zhuo replied.

Fang Tong's hand shook and he almost dropped the small machine in his hand. He asked in disbelief: "How much??"

"You can bring back the most Internet-connected music player on earth for just 2899. This is development and a trend." Fang Zhuo said with a smile.

Fang Tong sighed sincerely: "It's so dark. Can you sell this?"

"It's not bad, the cost is high. Our company has set a small goal of selling 10,000 units in five stores by the end of the year." Fang Zhuo said about the company's plan, "The price of high-end products is like this."

Fang Tong thought for several minutes and asked, "Xiao Zhuo, are you putting your resentment on the registration website for not receiving money on this?"

"..." Fang Zhuo was stunned, "Dad, you are really good at talking. These are two different things. The customer groups are different. There are 1.2 billion people in the country. We only plan to sell 10,000 units. This is not too much."

Fang Tong had nothing to say. 10,000 was really too small compared to 1.2 billion, but this price... was still unacceptable to him.

And, can it really be sold?

Fang Tong glanced at his son's expression and couldn't tell whether he was holding on or not.

He listened silently to his son's continued chatter, and finally stopped before saying: "Xiao Zhuo, if you really can't sell it, I won't be able to help you pay back the investment money, but I still have no problem raising you. of."

"Dad, you raise me." Fang Zhuo remembered a famous movie line.

Fang Tong nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

A Chinese father is always more silent than expressive. Fang Zhuo rarely hears such straightforward words from his father. He is really afraid that he will not be able to bear the blow.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said simply: "Okay."

Fang Tong was relieved, and suddenly frowned and added: "But I can't eat Western food in the future, I really can't afford it."

"Okay... I'll try to sell not only 10,000 units but also 5,000 units. I'll help you make enough food next time." The warmth in Fang Zhuo's heart was replaced by fighting spirit.

Fang Tong nodded slightly and said a little uncomfortably: "See you tonight, I'm going to the hospital first."

Fang Zhuo didn't notice his father's expression and started calling to hail the company's car.