“This hotel was established in 1929, and the founder, Ms. Dong, was a sensation throughout Shanghai at that time.

Although she was born in a brothel, she would rather redeem herself than be despised by her husband.

Later, because her husband was an alcoholic and favored sons over daughters, he came to Shanghai with his four daughters and opened this Jinjiang Sichuan restaurant with the help of friends.

At the back, the Jinjiang Tea Room was merged into the Jinjiang Hotel."

Wei Ziliang and the others grew up in the Magic City, so it was inevitable that they would hear the older generation talking about this legend...

I didn't understand it when I was a child, but as I grew up, I respected this strange woman more and more.

Being able to establish a hotel in a war-torn era would be recognized by all the upper echelons of the Magic City.

Even in this day and age, they are rare.

Yongfu is located on the 12th floor of Jinbei Building of Jinjiang Hotel. Jinjiang Hotel occupies a large area.

Similar to the state guesthouse in the capital, some areas are dedicated to receiving foreign guests.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Wei Ziliang led the way.

After walking a few steps, I saw a middle-aged man coming towards me with a smile: "Ziliang, you haven't been to my place for a long time."

"Haha, Uncle Weng, this is not why we are just here to flatter you."

Wei Ziliang smiled and said a few words to the other party, and introduced Chen Dongcheng to him: "Master Chen, this is the founder of Yongfu and the master of Ningbo cuisine."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. You are here just to give me face. I will cook your table myself."

Weng Yongjun smiled and shook hands with Chen Dongcheng.

His restaurant really started two years ago, and Wei Ziliang's father still owns shares in the restaurant.

Weng Yongjun went to the kitchen to make preparations. They didn't even need to order the dishes on the table.

Weng Yongjun will personally coordinate, Chen Dongcheng and the others just need to wait with peace of mind.

Wei Ziliang motioned to the waiter to take the genuine Latour he brought and pour it into the decanter. He looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time for that person to arrive."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside.

The private room door was pushed open, and a fat man wearing a three-piece suit walked in. Of course, he was far worse than Fatty Xu.

"Brother Fu, it's rare for you to be on time!"

Wei Ziliang stood up with a smile and pulled the fat man to sit down.

The fat man glanced at Chen Dongcheng for a few times, then quickly locked his eyes on Chen Dongcheng. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "Fu Songyang."

"Chen Dongcheng."

After Fu Songyang sat down, he responded to Wei Ziliang: "I heard that Mr. Chen is going to buy a car, so I came out in advance."

"We are all friends. Brother Fu, just don't pay too outrageous a price to Mr. Chen."

Wei Ziliang has spoken, and Fu Songyang must be given this face.

"I'm sure. If you're not in a hurry, I can help you find a Koenigsegg manufacturer to customize it. The price is much cheaper than buying it from other car owners."

Fu Songyang has given enough face, but if Chen Dongcheng really orders from the manufacturer, he won't make any money at all.

He just wanted to make Chen Dongcheng a friend.

"No, I prefer the Koenigsegg One1 series."

Chen Dongcheng smiled and thanked him, but his attitude was firm.

Fu Songyang was a little surprised that Chen Dongcheng would choose this way. He didn't expect that Chen Dongcheng was a wealthy owner.

Same model, same horsepower.

If you just wait a little longer, you can save at least five million.

"I do know that two rich people bought it with no intention of opening it, but recently a document was released in Shanghai. I wonder if you have paid attention to it?"

Fu Songyang took out his mobile phone and searched for an article to point to Wei Ziliang.

"According to the country's latest National V emission standards, this Koenigsegg now simply fails to meet the standards and cannot be driven in the Magic City area."

"Damn it, why don't you buy it?"

Wei Ziliang shook his head: "Why don't you forget it, Mr. Chen? It's not too late to wait until Koenigsegg produces one that meets the standards."

"It's okay, I plan to stay in Pengcheng and drive this Koenigsegg."

Fu Songyang smiled and nodded: "That's no problem. It's just a pilot project in Shanghai and the capital. It will take some time before it can be implemented nationwide."

Wei Ziliang and the others were also greedy, but their pockets were insufficient.

If you buy a supercar worth three to four million, you will definitely buy it.

But those who start at 40 million really don’t have that kind of strength.

"The price of this Koenigsegg One1 abroad is US$6 million. I would also recommend Mr. Chen to choose to hold it abroad, so as to avoid various domestic taxes."

Fu Songyang smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone knows that domestic taxes are high. The tariff on imported cars is 25%, and there is also a 17% value-added tax. For cars above 4.0L, there is a 40% consumption tax.

If you add purchase tax, insurance, etc., if you want to transport this Koenigsegg to the country and put it on the road, it will cost almost 150 million."

"Fuck, how much?"

Wei Ziliang was shocked.

A 42 million Koenigsegg costs 105 million after adding various taxes in China. Is it exciting?

Damn it, this is more shocking than the house.

Fu Songyang was not surprised: "Those buyers simply didn't have the courage to transport the cars to China and put them abroad."

Rich people don’t lack the money to buy a house abroad.

For example, Fu Songyang has a garage in Germany. He has a Koenigsegg One1 in Germany and plans to drive it occasionally in the future.

Why do we have to spend an extra 60 million to drive the same car?

Fu Songyang estimated that Chen Dongcheng would be similar to himself and would also choose to conduct transactions abroad to avoid high domestic taxes.

"I rarely go abroad, so I have to ask Brother Fu to help me with all the procedures."

Fu Songyang was in his early thirties, and Fu Songyang was surprised and happy when he called Fu Ge.

What was surprising was that Chen Dongcheng was so willing.

It costs 60 million in tax money to bring Koenigsegg to China.

Fortunately, with this transaction, he and Chen Dongcheng may become good friends.

"Okay, just what Dongcheng said to Brother Fu, don't worry, I will handle all the procedures for you. You just need to pay and wait for the car to arrive."

Fu Songyang was happy from the bottom of his heart, he was similar to Wei Ziliang.

They all have a free-spirited temperament, and they have spent some money to make a living in the past few years.

As the general dealer of Koenigsegg in China, this exclusive dealer status is not so easy to obtain.

"Come, let's have a drink. Brother Fu, please do your best to buy Mr. Chen a car.

The days are long in the future, maybe the few of us can work together to do something."

Wei Ziliang raised his glass and suggested that everyone pour Latour's red wine into their glasses.

The crisp sound of clinking goblets sounded, and there was lively chatting and laughter in the private room.

Luo Yunqi hesitated to speak. She also did not suggest that Chen Dongcheng bring Koenigsegg to China.

Chen Dongcheng noticed Luo Yunqi's expression and comforted softly: "The cost of buying the car this time is equivalent to a business debt. Someone owes me money, so I just used this car to pay it off."

"That's it."

Luo Yunqi knew that many people who owed money chose to use their houses or cars to pay the debt, but he had never heard of anyone using a newly purchased supercar to pay the debt.

Besides, if you use a supercar worth 100 million to cover the debt, how much money will you owe Chen Dongcheng?

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and as Wei Ziliang invited him in, the waiters began to serve the dishes one after another.

The waitress's clothes are very charming.

Wearing hand-embroidered cheongsam and a graceful figure, the first wave of dishes was served in an orderly manner.

The first dish was Ningbo Eighteen Cuts. The aged flower carvings and crab meat and crab paste are perfectly integrated into one, and the color is attractive.

Wei Ziliang smiled and introduced: "Mr. Chen, this Ningbo Eighteen Cuts is Uncle Weng's exclusive craft. There are a total of eighteen cuts on the crab body. I must order it every time I come here."

Eighteen pieces of evenly cut drunken crab are sprinkled with golden crab roe.

This one has enough ingredients, one bite at a time, and it tastes sweet.

“Tastes good.”

Chen Dongcheng commented that the Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine was much more delicious than the one he and Cheng Wei had when he went to the capital to invest in Didi.

Fu Songyang has also been here twice, and when he tasted it carefully, he was a little confused: "The standard this time is a bit high?"
To be continued...