His Dade Group is a big guy with a market value of 200 billion or 30 billion. This is not a small role in the mainland that has not entered the 10s.

Mr. Zhao took back his hand, grabbed an empty cup and poured dozens of milliliters of red wine for Lao Cheng, "Yes, you heard it right. You just need to raise one. Come on, you are all your own people. I will not treat you badly. Try the taste of this bottle of wine."

Lao Cheng took the wine in a daze and felt a bit lost, but this pit shouldn't be too big, after all... I just considered a verbal promise.

No contract or something.

At this moment, the Finnish boss also grabbed a glass of wine and walked over with his head while drinking, "Zhao, I just discussed with President Li of South Korea, Charles of Italy, that your ship is really not something that can be won by one billion pounds. The requirements are too many and complicated. It is estimated that 1.5 billion pounds per ship is about the same."

He speaks, translates and translates.

Cheng Shengen suddenly relaxed his hand and the wine glass fell. Yang Tao, who was still serving him, was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He caught the wine glass and did not break it.

When Yang Tao wanted to say something, Mr. Zhao waved his hand, "Since Lao Cheng doesn't like it, Manager Yang, you can drink this glass of wine."

Yang Tao shivered excitedly, "How can I be so embarrassed? I don't have the qualifications for millions of red wine per bottle..."

Mr. Zhao said calmly, "Drink, don't waste it."

Lao Cheng of Dade Group once again looked at the wine glass in Yang Tao's hand and the wine bottle on the table, millions per bottle? "No, what kind of ship is 1.5 billion pounds per ship? What international joke... Do you have to build a lot of such ships??"

Mr. Zhao looked at the Finnish boss calmly, "John, why did you come here to see me from Finland after you answered my invitation?"

Finnish boss John couldn't drink laughed and cried, "Niu Buluo called me and sent me an invitation. How could I not come?"

Charles, a shipyard in Yidaili, was surprised and said, "I was invited by a mafia godfather, the biggest godfather of all Yidaili at the party. But this time I came too well, otherwise how could I be qualified to drink such a top-notch wine?"

Why did I ask Mr. Zhao, is this wine real? Mr. Zhao said yes, and everyone believed it?

Their process of coming here is similar to the professors at the Architectural Design Institute last time, but there are differences between big and small.

Charles himself is very rich, but a nephew is very rude. He provoked an underground tycoon who played gambling in Gaul. He lost hundreds of millions of euros and was imprisoned and could not get out. It was Mr. Zhao who contacted the godfather of a mafia in Yidaili to help settle the matter and invited him to the mainland to discuss the shipbuilding business.

John of Finland has a junior who works in the Ministry of Finance, but is just a grassroots leader.

After these news broke, Vice President Xu of Shanghai and General Manager Li of South Korea were both a little shocked as if they had met General Manager Zhao again.

Not to mention Cheng Shengen!

He was already stupid.

Mr. Zhao smiled and patted Cheng Shengen on the shoulder, "It's okay, Lao Cheng, you can start from scratch and work hard to create a listed company with a market value of 20 to 30 billion yuan. There is no rush to raise funds in one day or two... I'll give you a one-year raising period."

"Don't panic, everyone will be friends when they meet."

He was not greedy for Cheng Shengen's little money, but the other party bumped into him and insisted on helping him, so he would get stuck and be scared.

Cheng Feng's modern version of Gao Yanei won't stay in the police station for too long, but after coming out, except for the fact that the king of bad breath is not eliminated, it will give him no chance to deliberately play with others... It's okay to be poor for the time being.

Mr. Zhao was just frightened on the surface, which made the Cheng family fall into "poverty" and frugality on the surface.

No matter how much money Lao Cheng raised, he would keep it still and wait for a while before returning it to the other party.

Let Cheng Feng feel the feeling of poverty and despair, and experience how his good brother Shi Xiaomeng survived in the capital.

Cheng Shengen shivered and smiled bitterly, "No, this is... Mr. Zhao, can I regret it?"

Mr. Zhao's smile remained unchanged, "Guess?"

After saying that, before Lao Cheng could reply, he looked at President Li, South Korea, "I remember that your future Heavy Industry Co., Ltd. is in the hands of Amei's Boston Consortium? After a few days, I will talk to those guys and buy those shares."

"In the future, we cooperate with the Shanghai Shipyard to exchange technology. Everyone is their own people and can have more contacts."

Future President Li Heavy Industry looked messy, "This is OK?"

Although the Boston Consortium's power and strength declined greatly after the assassination of a commander of the A-mei family and was suppressed by other consortiums, it still made a lot of good things in Asia during the 1997 financial storm.

I was originally here to discuss business, but why did you want to acquire us while talking? Have you become a major shareholder?

He began to doubt Mr. Zhao's strength, after all, Boston is not a decoration.

Mr. Zhao smiled and raised his glass, "Don't worry, the truth is true or false, and it will be a result in a few days."

Mr. Li had nothing to say, but instead, Vice President Xu of Shanghai was shocked again, his expression changed and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while.

Cheng Shengen wanted to cry. He knew that this was Mr. Zhao illuminating his muscles to him, but... he was really scared. Some things were true or false, and they could be seen after a period of brewing.

One year fundraising period??

Thinking of this, he not only wanted to cry, but also wanted to hit himself. Do you think this is a slut? At the beginning, Mr. Zhao said that Cheng Feng was a trivial matter, but he came out after a while. He insisted on coming over to help??

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One hour later.

When Manager Yang led Mr. Zhao to the elevator, Yang Tao was surprised and said, "Mr. Zhao, do you really want to build many such big ships? 1.5 billion pounds per ship, what should you do?"

"I'm just curious, hey, curious..."

If I first heard about it, I thought it was unreliable, but the Finnish boss who worked hard to build the world's number one cruise ship.

Under Manager Yang's strange smile, Mr. Zhao nodded, "Depending on the plan, you can build as much as you can. Don't worry, when you need it, I will give you two free tickets."

Star fruit, “…”

Two free boat tickets? But speaking of this, she and her mother haven’t traveled together for many years?

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A few days later.

Cheng Shengen rode an electric bike outside a branch and soon saw Cheng Feng walking out with several layers of masks. He was waving, and Cheng Feng also ran over and circled around the electric bike with a look of surprise. "Dad? What's the situation?"

Old Cheng looked sad, "Hey, madman, our family is bankrupt. Although you still have money to rent, you have never suffered since you were a child. Let's practice first."

Of course things cannot go bankrupt so quickly.

Cheng Shengen saw a world-class shipyard in South Korea Future Heavy Industry on a news release today, and announced that he would hold a press conference on all-round and intimate cooperation with the Shanghai Shipyard.

At the press conference, Vice President Xu and President Li... Mr. Zhao did not show up.

But the significance of this press conference is self-evident.

You said that he is an ordinary listed company boss, and for no reason he went to the circle of world giants and big shots to pretend to be big!

One year fundraising period is still long.

But Cheng Feng needs to experience the life of ordinary people. "From today on, I bought you an electric car, rented a basement, and gave you three thousand yuan a month... find a job."

Cheng Feng couldn't do it anymore, and said with a strange smile, "I know I love to cause trouble, but I don't abuse me like this, right?"

"A electric car, a basement, three thousand a month, is this the standard for people to survive?"

Cheng Shengen frowned and scolded, "Satisfied with you, this is the truest portrayal of countless Beijing drifters. I haven't given you a lower level yet. At least you don't have to pay the rent, and you can have three thousand without a job."

This is less than 2010.

How many people have worked hard to get a monthly salary of less than 3,000 yuan.

Cheng Feng opened his mouth and was silent for dozens of seconds, and said incrediblely, "Why did it go bankrupt? It's too sudden, impossible..."

Cheng Shengen still had a dark face, "The great virtue is still there, but if I can't raise more than 10 billion in a year and hand it over, our father and son may end up in a terrible way than death."

"Do you understand? Just think that if I bet with Soros, I will lose and I may get more than one billion in compensation in a year. Soros will bring countless accomplices to punish us father and son... It's probably that's the experience."

Cheng Feng was in a messy manner in the wind, breathing a breath of the smog day air, unable to speak.

No matter how dandy he is, he still knows Soros's name.

A moment later, when Cheng Shengen rode an electric bike and asked him to get on the bus, Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Dad, 3,000 a month is really not a life for people. Why don't you give me 30,000?"

Cheng Shengen ignored him.

After the electric car started and ran for a few hundred meters, Cheng Shengen faced the cold air duct, "It really doesn't work. You can work as a manure picker. Anyway, no matter how bad the environment is, it will not be worse than your tone..."

"I checked it, there was no bonus for Guinness World Records, which is a pity."

"Otherwise, you can try to be an athlete? If you are stinky, you can make a lot of money if you are accustomed to your opponent."

Cheng Feng became messy again.

He was still dreaming that once he could cure his tone problem, he would continue to run to the corner of the wall. Is this a manure-cutter okay?

Without his father's financial support, he is considered a yarn.

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Almost at the same time, Yang Tao was driving a car in a place in the capital, waiting for her best friend Lan Weiwei and Xiao Jiao Yang to arrive together. Seeing the two getting in the car, she said excitedly, "Jiao Yang, you often record programs and have a lot of knowledge. Give me some advice, where can you find the best gift box or something."

Jiao Yang asked a question mark, and Lan Weiwei said in surprise, "Hey, that big liar Li Wei has gone in. I thought you were going to sink for a long time for a broken heart. Why are you so in good spirits?"

Yang Tao complained with an unlucky look on her face, "Don't mention that scum, I'm disgusted."

"But haven't I met a god man? A few days ago, the other party opened a bottle of red wine worth several million yuan. After drinking it, I found that the bottle was thrown in our hall department."

"I guess that person doesn't care about this, but I have to clean up and give it to the other party again. This is also an antique with collection value."

Lan Weiwei almost squirted, "Millions of a bottle of wine? What a joke."

Yang Tao held the passenger seat and said, "It's this bottle, one of the three founding masters of Amei, the third commander's private collection, and the seal wine, which has been more than 200 years since its manufacture."

"The last transaction was in 1985, with more than one million Hong Kong dollars. How much do you think the house price in Hong Kong Island, the house you bought in the 1980s, is worth it now??"

Lan Weiwei, “…”
Chapter completed!