Chapter 387 The Good People Are All You Make Me Do The Bad Things
"Industry." Wang Chuanru looked at Zheng Wuming with a calm smile as if he was looking at a monster. He sighed inwardly that he was really old. These young people really have the courage to play.
You should know that the old saying always says that things are like mountains and rivers. Similarly, it is the same in business.
Whether it is selling pancakes on the street or selling high-tech products in high-rise buildings, no matter what you sell, there is a unified title - a businessman.
However, businessmen are different from businessmen. They have different business directions and different products. They have different understandings of doing business.
Wang Chuanru has been doing rubber import and export and real estate business. This is an industry. But Zheng Wuming, who is an investment company, wants to do industry. It really makes people unable to understand.
Investment, as the name suggests, is to spend money, then buy low and sell high to make profits. Generally, those who do investment never go into industry. However, Zheng Wuming set a precedent.
"Yes. Industrial." Zheng Wuming nodded again and said. "I don't know if Mr. Wang is interested."
"What aspect do you want to do?" Wang Chuanru asked.
"Chemical engineering." Zheng Wuming said. "I am going to make a few daily chemical production lines. I also have some cosmetic formulas in my hand."
"Oh. Then the factory that looks for OEM is not OK."
"No." Zheng Wuming shook his head. "Since you want to do it, then make it bigger----I will create my own brand."
"I'm sorry." Wang Chuanru thought for a while and said. "I heard that Yan Murong was also starting to build a factory. I have also heard some rumors about Yanjing----- Can I think? You want to Pull me up and fight him."
"It can be said that." Zheng Wuming said without hesitation. "But making money is the main purpose."
"Give me a reason to cooperate." Wang Chuanru said in a deep voice.
"Your son was beaten. And you can't hit him back openly. So, you will cooperate with me." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. However, there was a confident expression on his face that the other party would definitely agree.
Sure enough, after hearing Zheng Wuming's words, Wang Chuanru fell silent.
Yes. His son was beaten. But even though he controlled most of the underworld in Hong Kong, he didn't dare to go back-----I came back from the hospital yesterday. He asked someone to carefully check Yan Murong's identity. It doesn't matter if he didn't check it. . I was really shocked when I checked. This guy who beats his son is the third generation of Hong Kong who is a good man. The strength of his family is not something he, a small businessman, can compete with----------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you keep moving on the territory of China, Yan Murong can't be moved at all unless he has the ability to compete with the Yan family.
Zheng Wuming's words just came to his heart.
Since you can't use stupid tricks, it's clear that you compete with him-------normal business competition. Even the Yan family can't control it.
"Tell me about the conditions." Wang Chuanru asked after a while.
Yes. He was also moved. Although Zheng Wuming was young, he had a very famous reputation in the circle. He was also known as the first young master of Yanjing. Perhaps this name was a bit big, but Zheng Wuming's ability cannot be denied. If it is not recognized by others, who dares to call such a title?
"I pay for it. You pay for it. 28 cents of the shares." Zheng Wuming said.
"Too young." Wang Chuanru shook his head and said, "Sanqi."
"Okay." Zheng Wuming laughed.
"Happy cooperation." Wang Chuanru took the initiative to extend his hand and held it with Zheng Wuming.
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"I found that you, the boss, can be really good." Duan Zixuan looked at Yan Murong and said with a complaining look. "Carry a hospital. Leave it to someone else to take care of it in just two days. You can do it on the factory side of the matter. Don't care. The typical landlord mentality will only instruct people."
"That's unreasonable." Yan Murong defended with a smile. "If the full score is one hundred, in medical skills, I am ninety. You are the one who wins. But in commercial operations, you are one hundred. I That's zero -- do you think your business skills are not as good as mine?"
"I admit it. I can't tell you." Duan Zixuan smiled bitterly.
"This is the fact." Yan Murong smiled. "Unless you don't have to leave such a big investment to me as a layman to manage."
"I'm afraid you'll even get rid of your pants." Duan Zixuan said jokingly. "Okay. Let's talk about the business. The factory has been taken down. I have also contacted the production line from abroad. It's easy for workers to say this day. There are a lot of people who go south to work."
"Then what's the problem?" Yan Murong asked strangely.
"The problem of workers' treatment and factory buildings," said Duan Zixuan. "Not to mention workers' treatment and senior executive treatment. There are several factories that do not meet the standards. You see, it will be renovated or rebuilt."
"Rebuild it." Yan Murong said after thinking about it. "I like to pursue perfection."
"Pursuing perfection requires a lot of money." Duan Zixuan said helplessly. "You have to spend tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in pursuit of perfection."
"Do we have no money?" Yan Murong asked.
“There is not much liquidity.”
"That's easy." Yan Murong smiled. "Didn't you hear it last night. Mitsui Shunmei still owed me 100 million US dollars---I think he should have woken up now, with your ability. It is definitely not difficult to find out which hospital he is in. If you go and get the money back, don’t we have the funds?"
"Let me ask." Duan Zixuan asked in surprise.
"Yes. Now you are always running around the factory. If you want the eldest lady of the Dong family to ask for money, don't think about it." Yan Murong said. "As for me---I will win for you. The money is coming. What's wrong with you going to ask for the account?"
"Damn." Duan Zixuan cursed in Yan Murong's tone and said angrily and amused. "You really are good people, you can do bad things. I will do them all."
"How can this be called a bad thing?" Yan Murong smiled. "Just go and ask for a account. And didn't that little girl say that yesterday? She would give money."
As he was talking, Yan Murong's phone rang. He looked at the number on it. Yan Murong was stunned. Then he signaled Duan Zixuan to wait for him. Then he stood up and walked to the yard of the villa to answer the phone. .
This call surprised him very much and made him a little confused--the number displayed on his mobile phone turned out to be the phone in his old man's study.
You know, even if it was Yan Canghai or Yan Cangyuan, the old man asked them to call the guards. But this time, he called in person.
It is precisely because of this that Yan Murong is even more confused.
The old man called himself. Something must have happened.