Shenghai, street.

A bus with no route marked slowly came with the shouts of "female ticket seller": "Light textile market, light textile market, free, free to go to the light textile market! Quilt, bed sheets, pillows, curtains... everything is available, free ride, free pickup and delivery. If you don't buy it, you can go and have a look!"

Suddenly an aunt waved to the side and the bus stopped immediately, regardless of whether she had arrived at the station or not.

“Really free pick-up?”

"I won't lie to you, I will pick you up to the textile market for free. If you don't buy anything, we will send you back to the city; if you buy something, we will send you directly to the station closest to home!"

"Then I'll go and have a look."

Cai Zhiping was very quick to move. He quickly got 60 buses and built a station (parking lot) next to the textile market. Before the station was repaired, he started to attract customers before the Spring Festival. In less than a week, the textile market became popular and more and more merchants chose to settle in.

The bus was only two-thirds installed, and the driver began to turn around and drive to the entrance of the textile market.

Most of the customers didn't think about buying things, but just took a car to check it out for free. After entering the mall, they picked and selected all the way, looked at the materials and found that the things here were indeed much cheaper than in the city.

And it is also delivered to the nearest station to your home for free, so you don’t have to worry about buying too much and not getting it back.

Almost no one came back empty-handed, and some even had large bags and needed the help of shopping mall staff to carry them on the car.

In the general manager's office, Cai Zhiping is receiving a good friend.

"Old Cai, can't really invest in any more?" asked a friend.

Cai Zhiping smiled and said, "We are not short of funds for the time being."

"Oh, it's a pity," the friend sighed and said with a smile, "Old Cai, if the light textile market is to expand one day, you must remember your brother."

"It must, it must, it must not be forgotten." Cai Zhiping actually sneered in his heart: When I asked you to invest last year, you almost swept me out directly, but now you still have the attitude to talk about investing.

At the end of last year, the light textile market was valued at 220 million yuan. In just two and a half months, banks have already assessed the value of 350 million yuan. Those who want to invest are even willing to acquire shares at a premium of 400 million yuan. Everyone knows that Shenghai’s only light textile market, the largest in the Yangtze River Delta region, has unlimited potential. In the past, the place was too biased and no one cared about, but now it has been completely on the right track. Moreover, the land in the light textile market has not been fully developed. After the market is booming, the land is worth the old money.

If Song Weiyang takes action now, the 25 million yuan he invested can be sold at least 40 million yuan at a high price.

"Dingling!"

Cai Zhiping answered the phone and said with a smile: "Hey, I'm Cai Zhiping."

"Old Cai, is the business good?" Song Weiyang asked.

"It's Brother Song," Cai Zhiping laughed. "The business is very good. I sold crazy in the past few days before the New Year. I always came to buy New Year's goods. When the crowds were the most, 60 buses were not enough to pick up and drop off, so I used all my cars."

Song Weiyang said: "I am going to transfer my shares to my friends and tell you that I will transfer about 10%. Don't worry, my friend is like me and will not interfere in operation and management."

"Are you short of money?" Cai Zhiping was a little surprised because Song Weiyang only had 12% of the shares in total, and it was a loss if he sold it now.

"No need, it's just friends. You will know when you sign it." Song Weiyang said.

...

Chen Tao had already made a choice, but did not choose according to the conditions given by Song Weiyang.

Chen Tao only retains 0.5% of Xifeng Company's shares, and another 1% of Xifeng shares exchanges 10% of the equity in the textile market with Song Weiyang. At the same time, Chen Tao continues to work in Xifeng and receives 0.2% of the dry shares dividends every year. Unless the company goes public or the two people die, she will always hold these 0.2% of the dry shares.

In the short term, Song Weiyang is giving Chen Tao free money. In the long term, Chen Tao is not losing money, because the light textile market also has amazing potential.

"I feel like you are keeping it." Chen Tao joked. She was also listening to the phone just now. She already knew that 10% of the equity in the light textile market was worth more than 30 million yuan. She could become a rich woman of tens of millions, or even the richest woman in China by replacing her hands!

"Just stop being angry." Song Weiyang smiled.

Chen Tao sat in Song Weiyang's arms, hooked his neck affectionately and said, "Is this your trap?"

Song Weiyang praised: "Yes, I have learned stock terms, and I will take you to the stock market for fun some other day."

Chen Tao put her face on the man's chest, didn't speak, and her emotions were extremely complicated. She was extremely insecure in her bones, seemed strong, but in fact she was fragile. She always wanted to find a man to rely on. As long as that man was reliable, she would always lean on him.

Lin Zhuoyun is just the opposite. She is weak on the surface, but she is actually strong. She likes sweet words and longs for love, but she can live well without a man and live freely. She is a true modern independent woman.

And Chen Tao has very, very traditional thoughts.

Do you think it’s very contradictory and strange? Lin Zhuoyun was raped for ten years in her previous life and she gritted her teeth and endured it. How could she say she was strong and independent? But that’s true. She didn’t divorce for the sake of her children and for the sake of her family. She was very tenacious and did not live on a man after the divorce.

Although Chen Tao has a big career, she always relies on men. Only when a man has a platform for her can she use her exquisite methods.

If Chen Tao was a man, her personality would only be a strategist and a powerful general, and she would never be the master.

Song Weiyang has already made it clear that he will not consider marrying Chen Tao. Chen Tao accepted this and did not give up. She still wanted to fight for it. She believed that she could wipe out Lin Zhuoyun.

Chen Tao would not choose any palace fighting scenes because that would make Song Weiyang unhappy. She wanted to improve herself, increase her weight, and enhance her value, so that Song Weiyang could not live without her in her career. This idea is very dangerous. Song Weiyang will never let her replace Yang Xin, otherwise one day it will inevitably end because of love and hate. Relatively speaking, the methods of palace fighting don’t matter, it’s too pediatric.

The relationship between the two is very strange now, partners, friends, lovers?

Anyway, it's already messy.

Song Weiyang would rather return to his pure friendship.

No matter how many of him are, after clarifying the situation, the two no longer struggled with money, and they were quite happy to get along. Song Weiyang was full of energy and had not tasted the meat flavor for several years. Chen Tao also ate the marrow and knew the taste. Dry fire almost fought every day.

Old Man Lin is right. Men are not reliable. The better the man faces more temptations.

There was another bloody storm. The gasoline burned out, and the car was reversed into the garage, and the brakes were stepped back and returned to neutral.

Chen Tao's face was flushed and lay on Song Weiyang and said, "After the Spring Festival, the sales of Coke have dropped a lot. Should we think of some other ways?"

"What do you think?" Song Weiyang asked.

"How about investing in a football team together?" Chen Tao said.

"Do you still like football?" Song Weiyang smiled.

"I don't watch the game very much," said Chen Tao. "But Quanxing Daqu is very successful in playing the team, and I want to give it a try."

The 1990s was the golden age of Chinese commercial football, and fans were not heartbroken by counterfeiting. The "Battle of Defense of Chengdu" more than three months ago was thrilling. The three relegation battles of Quanxing team actually caused Quanxing Daqu to soar in the province, which was more cost-effective than any advertisement (except for CCTV's bidding king).

Song Weiyang asked: "How much does Quanxing Daqu invest in football every year?"

"Not much, I asked, it's 1 million a year." Chen Tao said.

"So cheap?" Song Weiyang said in surprise.

"It's very cheap, it's much more useful than giving 1 million to the TV station." Chen Tao said.
Chapter completed!