The issue of equity setting was resolved, and then the name of the chamber of commerce, its specific structure, who would be in control of the chamber of commerce, and other matters were also discussed and finally decided one by one.
According to Wanyan Hulan's suggestion, the chamber of commerce was named "Fushengtang".
It currently consists of two wholly-owned branches: "Yongyihao", which operates a chain restaurant "The First Floor in the World", and "Hopsonhao", which mainly sells snowflake salt.
Wanyan Kang doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what he is called.
Chamber of Commerce - Firm - the first floor in the world, three-level management structure.
The top-level chamber of commerce is equivalent to an investment fund. All six people are partners, with Wan Yankang as the largest shareholder and actual controller.
The business names are the catering communication company and the salt industry purchasing and sales company invested by the fund, and the first floor in the world is the actual entity unit for operation.
Therefore, tonight's banquet is actually equivalent to the preparatory meeting and the first shareholders' meeting of Fushengtang, which clarifies the main tone of the chamber of commerce's future development.
According to Wan Yankang's leading opinions, Daxingguo was elected as the president of the Chamber of Commerce, that is, the external spokesperson and executive general manager of Fushengtang.
However, any major matters of the Chamber of Commerce must be approved by Wan Yankang, as the major shareholder and actual controller, and discussed and approved by other partners. Daxingguo cannot make decisions without authorization.
Even though there were constraints and restrictions on his power, Daxingguo was still very excited.
Late at night, the banquet ended happily.
Of course, the three people from Daxingguo did not stay overnight in Prince Zhao's Mansion, but hurried back to their homes, eager to go back and report to their respective heads of family. After all, there were important interests at stake, and they did not dare to neglect even if they lost nine kilograms of goods.
Wanyan Kang sent everyone to the front of the mansion.
Da Xingguo was the last one to get on the bus. When he stepped forward, he patted Wan Yan Kang on the shoulder, the excitement on his face not diminishing at all.
Wanyan Kang looked at his back as he got into the car, with a playful smile on his lips.
Isn't Dahao a neutral? Let's see how he can remain neutral in the face of such huge interests.
He will wait and see.
…
really.
Dahao was awakened by Daxingguo in his sleep and was about to get angry when he suddenly saw a handful of snowflake salt handed over by his son. After tasting it briefly, his old face suddenly changed.
As the prime minister of Dajin, what Dahao inferred and extended from this small bag of snowflake salt was far beyond what Daxingguo could guess. He almost subconsciously had the idea of nationalizing it.
If the method of purifying snowflake salt is in the hands of the imperial court and national trade can be realized, the financial difficulties of the Jin Kingdom will definitely be resolved, and even economic renaissance may not be impossible.
But thinking of the King of Zhao Wan Yanhong behind Wan Yan Kang, and the legitimate son Da Xingguo in front of him who had been coaxed onto the pirate ship, he had to suppress his thoughts.
Da Xingguo looked excited.
Dahao had a dark face and wished he could give him a slap on the ear.
Why should people give you a share of such a profitable thing? Don’t you have any brains?
Dahao had the intention to force Daxingguo to withdraw from Fushengtang, but... after all, the interests were as huge as mountains. Even if he was indifferent to fame and fortune, it would be difficult for him to remain calm.
Moreover, everyone seems to be prosperous now, but only Da Hao understands that if he is still alive, everything will be fine, but once he dies or is dismissed from office, everyone will fall instantly, and his descendants will even die unexpectedly.
Die under the butcher's knife of people like Xu Zhiguo!
Therefore, in recent years, Dahao has spared no effort to downplay his authority, try to remain neutral, make few political enemies, and act in a low-key manner. This in itself is paving the way for future generations.
As a veteran of three dynasties, Dahao knew that the political path was dangerous.
He did not want his legitimate son Daxingguo to become an official, otherwise Daxingguo would not be hanging out with Wanyan Kang now, and he would have entered the court long ago.
So, for everyone's long-term consideration, maybe participating in the management of Fu Sheng Tang can be considered a way out?
But such in-depth cooperation with Wanyan Kang, whether Dahao wants to admit it or not, means that his butt is tilted, which will inevitably lead to some subtle changes in the court situation.
Dahao's expression changed and he was uncertain. He weighed it repeatedly, and finally sighed: "Xingguo, this is your business, I don't care about it. But since you are determined to do business, then go ahead and do it, and the money will be of course
The more you earn, the better..."
"I can support you for another ten years. In these ten years, how far you can achieve depends on your luck."
"In addition, King Zhao's adopted son Wan Yan Kang has been doing a lot of surprising and strange things recently. You must be extra careful when dealing with him and don't make mistakes for yourself or others!"
Da Xingguo said indifferently: "Father, Brother Kang and I grew up together, and I know best who he is. Although he has indeed become a little weird recently, he... will never harm us brothers."
"There are some things you don't understand."
Dahao raised his eyebrows, put on his clothes and got out of bed. He took two steps and then said in a low voice: "The emperor is weak and sick. King Zhao is interested in the throne. He has been preparing for it for so many years. He will definitely compete with the emperor's eldest son in the future!"
"Wan Yankang suddenly realized what he called a late bloomer at this moment...I guessed that there must be King Zhao's plan. But in fact, after this, the court situation has begun to shake. Concubine Li and Xu Zhi are colluding at home and abroad, and they are even more ready to make a move..."
Dahao didn't say any more.
The situation is already chaotic enough. If it is reported that Dahao's legitimate son is collaborating with Wan Yankang in business, especially if major interests are involved, the earthquake in the court can be imagined.
But I can't care about that now.
…
Prince Zhao's Mansion.
It was already three o'clock in the night, and Wanyan Kang lay alone on the bed and gradually fell asleep.
In a daze, he faintly heard the door to the living room creak open, and he was immediately awakened.
A thin black shadow slowly slipped in.
The black shadow quietly touched the bed.
Wanyan Kang held his breath and continued to pretend to be asleep, his heart rising in his throat.
Could it be an assassin?
But if the assassin is really close, calling for help at this time will undoubtedly be more dangerous.
But the dark shadow only glanced at him, then went to the desk again, and then actually sat there, seemingly eating a small plate of dried meat made by Yan Kang as a midnight snack.
The dried meat is marinated with extremely fresh flavor and snowflake salt, deep-fried and sprinkled with sesame seeds. It tastes really good. Liusu secretly ate a plate of it last night.
Wanyan Kang glanced at it quietly under the moonlight and found that it was the little beggar. He felt relieved inexplicably.
He knew that no matter what the little beggar wanted to do, it was definitely not an assassin who came to murder him.
Wanyan Kang continued to pretend to be asleep.
At the end of the day, I saw that the little beggar poured all the leftover dried meat on a piece of oil paper, wrapped it up, and put it in his arms. He couldn't help but laugh to himself.
He ensured that the little beggar would never forget this taste after eating it once.
The little beggar was about to sneak away, but he heard a chuckle from behind: "Little brother, are you leaving now, without even saying hello?"
The little beggar was slightly sluggish, but he turned around calmly.
Obviously, although Zhao Wangfu is as skilled as a cloud, she is even more skilled and bold.
"Little brother, you and I have met several times and can barely be considered friends. Why would you sneak in in the middle of the night if you want to come..."
Wan Yankang polished the fire stick and lit the red candle in front of the bed.