Professor Zhao is old and frail, and is still recovering slowly after surgery. An Zhiwen called Professor Zhao in advance and made time to come over.
On Tuesday afternoon, An Zhiwen went to Room 2002 of Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion to meet his father-in-law. Of course, strictly speaking, it was his former father-in-law.
Aunt Chunlan poured me a cup of tea.
An Zhiwen stood up quickly and said, "Aunt Chunlan, thank you."
Professor Zhao was wearing loose pajamas and gray hair. He was on the balcony overlooking the campus of the University of International Trade and Economics. It seemed that he could feel the youthful vitality of the college students. He had a cane beside him and his words were as prickly as ever, "Why are my family so polite? It's about the company.
, tell me what you think."
An Zhiwen is no longer Wu Xia Amon. If he had given Professor Zhao a few words of "reprimand" before, he would have smiled sarcastically. Now he directly filters it out because he is more confident. He said: "Dad, I agree with Liao Rong."
the opinion of."
There is no way for a professional manager to inherit his father-in-law’s connections! Only Liao Rong, as his legally certified wife at the time, could.
Professor Zhao looked into the distance and said: "The divested printing, book publishing, advertising agency, and production businesses will be taken over by Phoenix Film and Television? And then Xia Shang Textile will inject capital into the company's cultural tourism sector?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm old!" Professor Zhao sighed, stood up with the support of An Zhiwen, and said: "Call Xiao Jing over, I'll talk to him. The cultural tourism sector replaces the equity of Xia Shang Textile
, merged to him.
I have to leave a share of the family business for Shi Yan! The assets in the advertising sector are exchanged for the equity of Phoenix Film and Television. The printing and book publishing remain with the Zhao Group. Some old people have been with me for many years and cannot even have a place to retire."
An Zhiwen was about to speak but stopped because this was a better idea than Liao Rong's suggestion.
The assets of Zhao Group are about 1 billion. The assets of Xia Shang Textile Group have already expanded. The same is true for Phoenix Film and Television. The current book capital is 100 million US dollars. For equity swap, it is purely a shareholder.
In other words, the father-in-law is prepared to give up the control of the company and directly hand over the high-quality assets to Jing Gao in exchange for future equity dividends to ensure that Zhao Shiyan has no worries about food and clothing. This is a big gamble on Jing Gao's character.
It is also optimistic about its future corporate development.
"Dad, I'm going to make a phone call."
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During this period, Jing Gao did not live in the Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion, but in the courtyard next to the Forbidden City.
When he received a call from An Zhiwen, he was practicing sketching in the entertainment room of the courtyard, humming an off-key tune.
On the phone, An Zhiwen explained the situation. Jing Gao thought for a while and said, "Okay. I'll be there right away."
"Xiao He, you drive to Jiaxin High School to pick up Weiwei."
Jing Gao locked the door, went to the garage to get the car, started the Lamborghini, and made a call to Xiao He. While the roommates hadn't returned to school yet, Weiwei was living with him in the courtyard these days. In two days,
She will go back to school when the semester starts in college.
Forty minutes later, Jing Gao drove back to Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion.
After ringing the doorbell, Aunt Chunlan opened the door and said with a smile: "Hey, Xiaojing, you moved recently. I haven't seen you for a long time?"
Jing Gao smiled and said, "Aunt Chunlan, I haven't lived here for the past two days." He put on his shoe covers at the door and walked into the living room.
An Zhiwen came over early to greet him, shook hands and said, "Mr. Jing." He was a little embarrassed. Strictly speaking, the handling of the Zhao Group was considered a "family matter." Now Mr. Jing is deeply involved.
Jing Gao nodded and said with a smile: "Lao An, don't ask me to drink. I have something to do tonight."
An Zhiwen laughed, "I understand." He extended his hand to invite Jing Gao to the balcony.
Professor Zhao was still sitting, nodded to Jing Gao, and said with emotion: "Xiao Jing, I have to trouble you again." He was a scholar, and at this age he still owed favors, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Jing Gao said hurriedly: "Professor Zhao, the Zhao Group is a high-quality asset, and I have not suffered any losses. In addition, I have something to ask for your help."
"Oh?" Professor Zhao's mood immediately improved. He tapped the ground with his crutch and joked: "Since it is a high-quality asset, I can't help you in vain. You have to buy me a drink."
Aunt Chunlan happened to pour tea and advised: "The doctor said you can't drink. You should quit smoking and drinking."
"Hey! Take a look." Professor Zhao asked like a frustrated ball: "Xiaojing, what's going on?"
Jing Gaodao: "That's right, I want to buy an imperial green jade Buddha pendant for my girlfriend as a birthday gift. Professor Zhao, you have a wide range of people. Is there any way to buy it?" Professor Zhao appreciates literary toys.
He is good at calligraphy, painting and antiques. The value of the antiques he wants to leave to Zhao Shiyan is around a billion.
Professor Zhao said with a smile: "When do you want it?"
Jing Gao knew there was something going on as soon as he saw Lao Zhao's posture, and said truthfully: "Mid-October."
Professor Zhao chuckled and waved his hand arrogantly: "Then what are you in a hurry for? Just buy the imperial green and ask someone to make it! I don't have the hobby of collecting jade, but I know who has it. You go and drive, I will take you there.
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Jing Gao said: "Professor Zhao, your health is urgent. Why don't you make an appointment another day?"
Professor Zhao smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the height of the well, "I like you for your cleverness and thinking ahead in everything. You are much better than Zhiwen. Don't worry, Ren He and I have been old friends for many years.
I own a lot of the antiques in the house. If I want to go to his place, there is no need to make an appointment. I can go if I want."
An Zhiwen lay on his back, smiled bitterly, and said, "Dad, Aunt Chunlan and I will help you change your clothes." Together with Chunlan, he helped Professor Zhao into the bedroom.
Jing Gao was a little dazed. Who? Ren He? He had just heard Shen Jinyuan talk about this person yesterday. He never thought that Professor Zhao knew this rich man and had been a friend for many years. This world is really small!
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Ren He lives in a villa area at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain. In early autumn, the sunset is soaked in the woods. The maple leaves all over the mountain are slightly red.
In a few days, around the time of the National Day, here is what the Chairman said in his poem: Look at the mountains covered with red, and the forests all dyed.
The two cars entered the villa area from a quiet forest road and slowly stopped in front of a three-story villa built on the mountain. There was no house number. Jing Gao had heard Shen Jinyuan say before that this "
"Ren He" was particularly low-key. At this time, the bad taste kicked in. When I opened the map of Uber (China)'s taxi location, I couldn't find the location here.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather suit who looked like a secretary came to greet him, "Professor Zhao, be careful."
"Why are you so petty? You can't die. Even if you die, you won't be considered your boss." Professor Zhao sat in his wheelchair and breathed in the fresh mountain air. "Xiao Ren just knows how to enjoy it!"
The group of people entered, while Fu Ye and other bodyguards stayed outside. Entering the door, they first saw a cobblestone pavement, with rows of stone benches on both sides, with various flowers, trees and bonsai placed on them. The style was instantly uplifted.
Many people don't understand and always despise football for not being elegant enough. Well, let me tell you about an elegant hobby: bonsai! Many old people love this and prune it when they have nothing to do. Especially Secretary Yuliang.
After crossing the threshold, I saw a very poor-looking old man sitting in the yard. Next to him, a big yellow dog was lying down docilely. He was petting the dog's head.
