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Chapter 409 Competition

Boss He was a little unhappy because of Chai Jin's coldness.

He also covered up with a hypocritical smile.

He smiled: "Boss Liu, you are polite. If you have time to go to my nightclub for fun."

Then he stopped pretending and left with his group of echoes.

After he left.

Liu Yiqian smiled bitterly and said, "This old boy is not a good person. No one who works with him will end up doing well."

"Boss Chai, please don't have any contact with this person in the future."

Chai Jin smiled, but his eyes were curiously looking at another person in the venue.

‘What conflicts have you ever had?’

Liu Yiqian couldn't help but spit out: "Last year we negotiated to make a stock. After buying it at a low price, our group of people kept buying it."

"The result is good. After the price has increased a few dollars, the old guy made a rat warehouse and temporarily sold it."

"He made more than 10 million by himself, and each of us lost millions."

"So that's it." Chai Jin's eyes were still on that person.

He is about thirty years old, relatively thin, and wears glasses.

Sitting there alone, not communicating with anyone, it was very out of place.

Liu Yiqian also noticed the person Chai Jin was watching.

After looking over and looking for a moment, he looked strange: "Celebrate, is there a newcomer coming in?"

Chai Jin then got back to his mind: "When we were chatting, this person kept looking at me."

"It's very interesting. When I looked at him, he quickly avoided his eyes and felt that something was going to come to me."

"Is there something wrong? I'll ask what's going on." Liu Yiqian was about to get up and go over to find out.

But Chai Jinfu pressed his shoulders down: "Forget it, Mr. Liu, maybe I'm thinking too much."

"But, I don't seem to have taken away this money so easily today."

As he said that, Chai Jin looked around again.

Although Chai Jin could not understand all the Wencheng dialect, he could probably figure out the meaning of some people's dialects.

After all these Mi Yuans were placed on the stage, the topic in the venue changed significantly.

Everyone is discussing these things about Mi Yuan.

Liu Yiqian became much more serious and looked at some people discussing.

I heard some meaning.

There are many people here preparing to expand their business abroad.

It was just that due to the foreign exchange quota, they expanded very slowly in foreign markets.

There are also many people who need this money.

Liu Yiqian smiled bitterly: "This is the rules of the conference, and I can't control it. Who can get it depends on your personal courage."

"But Boss Chai, don't be impulsive. Even if you can't get this money, I'll help you find some friends in foreign trade at that time, and you should be able to raise some."

Chai Jin nodded with a smile: "Mr. Liu, I'm in trouble."

At this time, another person came in from the door.

He was dressed in a very foreign style and had many subordinates behind him.

Some are serious.

The one who was accompanying him was the president Song Fangyuan. Judging from the attitude Song Fangyuan had in front of him, it was obvious that he must have come from a very big way.

What was even more surprising was that as soon as this person entered the venue, most of the venue stood up and then met them.

After seeing this person, Liu Yiqian explained: "Chen Zhengming, he followed his parents to Europe at the age of three."

"Many people are rumored that they are the most powerful businessman at the conference. Among these 80 million meters, Chen Zhengming's biggest leader, and he took out 40 million meters per person."

"This person rarely returns to China. He has had dinner with me and met once."

"I will recommend you after the meeting is over later."

It was precisely because of Liu Yiqian's words that Chai Jin couldn't help but look at Chen Zhengming a few more times.

He was serious and no matter how enthusiastic the people around him were, he just smiled and responded with a slight smile.

Including the boss He just now, he was also full of flattery in front of him.

But he didn't take it seriously and nodded: "Thank you."

After the master Chen Zhengming entered the venue, all the participants in this conference were present.

There were dozens of people sitting in full, plus some staff, hundreds of people.

Song Fangyuan then walked to the table in front with the microphone.

There is a table and a chair on the table.

Mi Yuan piled up behind him.

Song Fangyuan sat on it.

He spoke, "Thank you everyone for coming to attend this conference."

"Before the meeting begins, we would like to thank Mr. Chen Zhengming for being able to come from Europe, and it is the largest raising of 80 million meters in this meeting."

There was thunderous applause in the venue, and all eyes were focused on Chen Zhengming.

Chen Zhengming stood up, smiled at everyone, and continued to sit down coldly.

Song Fangyuan continued to speak: "National policies are becoming more and more open and better, which also gives us Wencheng businessmen the best opportunity."

"Not only the situation in China is good, but also the situation abroad is getting better and better."

"This is the main reason why this conference was started, but I, Song Fangyuan, said the ugly words in front."

"Wencheng merchants have always helped each other. If anyone uses this money to do something about chicken crowing and dog stealing, we will never give up easily."

''The business you are engaged in must be legal and formal...''

etc.

Most of Song Fangyuan was talking about the rules passed down by the older generation in the conference.

It's a bit like a temple of the world, where the elders choose readers' rules.

Chai Jin once again understood why the Wencheng Commercial Gang became famous all over the world.

Always silent.

More than ten minutes later, Song Fangyuan picked up a small hammer on the table and spoke loudly: "I announce that the meeting will begin and the quotation will begin!"

despair.

The small wooden hammer in his hand hit the tabletop.

Someone immediately raised his hand below: "Five million meters, one dime."

"I, 20 million meters, one dime!"

"Forty million, one minute!"

...

In this way, the competition began in the venue.

But after all these people, in the end, none of them could exceed 40 million meters.

After all, not everyone is Chai Jin, playing a big picture that ordinary people can't imagine.

There were staff members around me who kept remembering the quotes from these people.

After these people make a quote, they will do a statistics and then distribute the 80 million meters.

If the interest rate is highest, the distribution will be taken first.

Although Song Fangyuan was in front of the meeting, his eyes would look at Chai Jin from time to time.

This conference was largely held to help Liu Yiqian and the foreign exchange needed by Chai Jin.

Why has Mr. Liu's friend never spoke up?

Just when he was confused.

Boss He suddenly stood up and sorted out his suit.

Then he smiled and said, "Everyone knows that my clothing factory in Nanyang has reached the point where I have to expand."

"Especially after opening up the sales channels in Europe, I really need this money."

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, 80 million meters, I, Mr. He, will take 60 million of them."
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