Reinventing the Millennium

Intensive communication makes time extremely long.

From the study to the lawn to the rooftop, there were talks, discussions, and communication. Although the nerves were always tense, everyone was very satisfied.

Kaiwei Xu of Goldman Sachs conducted perfect criticism and self-criticism.

DCM’s Connor raised the banner of industry and development.

Deutsche Bank’s Zhang Hongli successfully conveyed his apology.

IDG’s Xiong Xiaoge smoked two cigarettes.

Everyone is just right.

Fang Zhuo gave everyone a platform to show off, understand each other, tolerate each other, and support each other.

From the perspective of personal emotions at a certain moment, it doesn't matter who is true or false.

Who is hypocritical, who is deeply affectionate, who is being mysterious, and who is enigmatic, what's the big deal?

Everyone happily put aside their past grievances, spent money to raise funds, and worked towards a common goal. This is such a rare experience.

Fang Zhuo felt that maybe this was what happened - good things come hard.

In the early hours of the morning, Fang Zhuo returned to the room with the remaining half pack of cigarettes. He was not sleepy. After one last review of the attitudes of his four venture capital friends, he smoked two more documents, intending to use this to help him sleep.

However, as I watched and thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more energetic I became.

When a call came in from beside his pillow, Fang Zhuo picked up the phone and glanced at the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning.

"Old Bear, how do you feel when a harsh bell suddenly rings in a silent night?"

The call was from Xiong Xiaoge.

If nothing else, he was calling from the guest room on the second floor to the first floor.

"It sounds like you didn't sound like you were woken up from your sleep, so that's okay. I won't apologize." Xiong Xiaoge said confidently, "After all, I was forcefully pulled by Zhang Hongli in order to promote the financing of ice cores. The meeting has been going on till now.”

Fang Zhuo got up from the bed, walked to the sofa, and put the documents in his hand on the coffee table.

While making two cups of coffee, he turned on his cell phone and said, "It's nothing important. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"It's very important. It's best to talk in person." Xiong Xiaoge said seriously.

Fang Zhuoyan said concisely and comprehensively: "The master bedroom on the first floor."

Five minutes later, Xiong Xiaoge appeared in the room.

He saw the coffee at a glance, drank half the cup first, and praised: "I know Mr. Fang can understand the feeling after working in the early hours of the morning. Today, no, last night, what did you and Zhang Hongli say? He is now the most Someone who actively pushed Bingxin to start its second round of financing.”

"He didn't want to delay it for a moment and directly pulled us to ask for our opinions."

"Mr. Zhang's work efficiency is indeed high. From the time I was lured to see you in China to today, my attitude has been repeated. The direction may be different, but the hard work is still worthy of appreciation."

Fang Zhuo sipped his coffee, shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything. He was very proactive when he saw me. It should be Mr. Xu who should talk to Mr. Zhang. Their two families have common characteristics."

"What?" Xiong Xiaoge asked.

"They are all shareholders of SMIC and Bingxin." Fang Zhuo explained, "The news given by Connor may be worthy of their further determination."

Xiong Xiaoge was slightly startled, and only now began to think deeply about the impact of Connor's news.

It wasn't that his mind was spinning unhappily, it was that the news seemed to have faded somewhat among the attitudes and exchanges between various parties. Although it was marked as a key point, how important it was would be an afterthought.

Now being evaluated by Mr. Fang, its impact on SMIC, Bingxin, SMIC shareholders, Bingxin shareholders, and the two shareholders were analyzed and presented in Xiong Xiaoge's mind one by one.

"You want to use this news of cooperation to boost SMIC's share price in Hong Kong stocks and facilitate the escape of Goldman Sachs and Deutsche Bank? Do they need your cooperation?" Xiong Xiaoge asked.

"It's more likely that we need cooperation from Mr. Zhang. They may give a very legitimate reason. Anyway, I don't care." Fang Zhuo replied.

Xiong Xiaoge asked again: "Do you want to tell Mr. Zhang about the news about Taiwan Journal?"

Fang Zhuo replied naturally: "Tell him, remind him to be careful about the risks in this area. SMIC and I are in the same trenches, and Goldman Sachs and the others are outsiders."

Xiong Xiaoge: "...Will Mr. Zhang still cooperate with the actions of these two families?"

"That's his business, but 80% of it is pretended not to know, after all, these two families supported him in the beginning." Fang Zhuo said calmly, "Moreover, to avoid risks, except for the suspicion of inside information, It’s also normal. Are Goldman Sachs and Deutsche Bank really locked in position to support China’s top semiconductor company?”

"But I can't say too much. We are raising funds here and borrowing some predictions about SMIC's declining prospects. Mr. Zhang is also a very confident person."

Xiong Xiaoge understands some of the subtleties here. When his own shareholders flee and invest in competing companies, even though there is a relationship of mutual help among domestic industries, he may feel a little uncomfortable.

For many things, Mr. Fang and SMIC Mr. Zhang only said it once, but after saying it too many times, it would appear that they had ulterior motives.

Moreover, Mr. Fang’s reputation is average.

When Xiong Xiaoge thought about it, the joy in her heart because of the advancement of financing progress faded a little, but she still returned to this topic and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, during the meeting just before I came here, I suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but I have to share it with you, so I came here again.”

Fang Zhuo motioned to continue.

"Do you hope the ice core can be successful?" Xiong Xiaoge asked.

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes.

"If the ice core is successful, in a few years, outsiders will say that Mr. Fang almost gave up working on ice core. Fortunately, Mr. Xiong, Mr. Xu and other shareholders turned the tide. This strengthened Mr. Fang's mind, otherwise he would never have done it. There are today’s ice cores.” Xiong Xiaoge said with a smile.

Fang Zhuo was stunned.

Xiong Xiaoge laughed loudly: "We are the ones who are supporting the building before it collapses. You are somewhat imperfect and don't have enough faith."

Fang Zhuo shook his head: "This statement is somewhat interesting."

Those who can continue to spend money through various means are firm in their beliefs, while those who are dedicated to development waver repeatedly.

Unless you write a memoir or something, this may be the true history being recorded.

"Old Xiong, then I really hope you can become the heroes who help the building collapse. That's great." Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "You can't pay for it and not be left behind."

He had already seen that Lao Xiong's early morning visit was purely out of his desire to talk after the meeting.

"Old Xiong, just keep talking with me. I'm flying to New York at the end of the month, so we won't have anything to talk about these days." Fang Zhuo said about the arrangement, "It's better to implement it as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams, like Taiwan reporter factors are out of control. "

Xiong Xiaoge stood up and said, "I think Zhang Hongli is very motivated, Mr. Xu is half-assuming, and Connor is basically in agreement. This must be done quickly."

He took two steps and saw Mr. Fang flipping through the documents on the coffee table again: "What are you looking at? I thought it would be more presumptuous to come here, but it doesn't seem to be that presumptuous."

"While looking at the work reports and suggestions of domestic executives, another issue is investment setbacks." Fang Zhuo replied casually.

"The investment was frustrated?" Xiong Xiaoge was a little curious. The last company whose investment suffered a setback seemed to be Dangdang.

"A company in the Netherlands, a small matter." Fang Zhuo gave an answer.

Xiong Xiaoge nodded slightly, said goodbye and left without asking any further questions.

Tonight is the night of results, but tomorrow we still need to have repeated discussions and try our best to implement the results.