The two of them came to the private room and sat down. Rong Zhengen ordered the dishes with ease, and the waiter left.
Rong Zhengen looked at Jiang Hua and asked, "You just said that Bao Sheng's acquisition of Wharf has a follow-up, what follow-up?"
Jiang Hua said with a smile: "There is a saying in the financial circles of Xiangjiang, that is, first there is Yihe and then there is Xiangjiang. You can imagine how proud the people of Yihe must be. They claim to be the founders of Xiangjiang, and they are superior people.
, how is it possible to allow two Chinese shareholders to be on an equal footing with them, and also hold dominant equity shares."
Rong Zhengen tapped his fingers on the table blankly: "So what you are saying is that Niubigan will not give up."
"Of course, if it were you, would you give up? His pride has been trampled under the soles of the Chinese. How could he accept his fate without a struggle?"
Rong Zhengen nodded: "Indeed, it looks like there will be a big battle, but I don't know who will be the final winner."
"Of course it's Bao Sheng." Jiang Hua said with certainty: "This is the battle where Bao Sheng decides his future destiny, so his determination is extremely firm. Even if he loses money or even suffers a big loss, he will still win over Wharf."
Rong Zhengen asked in confusion: "Why did Mr. Bao go ashore? Oil tankers make a lot of money."
"Since the oil crisis, these European and American countries have begun to dig up oil at home in order to ensure their own energy security. If you think about it, the international oil trade has dropped to freezing point. Who is still using tankers to transport oil across the ocean?
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Rong Zhengen slapped the table: "I see, why is Bao Sheng so determined this time? If he doesn't go ashore, he will be waiting for death."
At this time, there was a knock on the private room door, and the waiter began to serve food into the room. The two of them shut up knowingly. When these words spread, it caused an uproar, especially since Rong Zhengen's identity was so sensitive.
Rong Zhengen greeted Jiang Hua: "Let's eat first. Let's talk in detail when we have time. I feel there is room for maneuver on this matter."
“Is the company still involved in these things?”
"As long as it makes money, aren't we just raising funds? Besides, I don't just have this job, I have my own company. If you make money, I'll give you a commission."
Jiang Hua smiled: "Then you can absorb the Wharf stocks in the hands of retail investors now. Even if it is only 1%, you will be very important when the situation becomes fierce."
Rong Zhengen clapped his hands and said happily: "That's it. I'm not greedy. I'll aim for 1%, and no more than 2% at most."
"There are already a lot. When the time comes for you to stand up, you will be a powerful figure who will determine the status of the country."
Rong Zhengen laughed when he thought about it. He belonged to the second generation. If he could play an important role at that time, you can imagine what kind of treatment and fame he would have in the future.
Jiang Hua waved his hand in front of Rong Zhengen and said with a smile: "Eating, what did you do? Crazy thread, you have come back to life."
After dinner, Rong Zhengen might have some nightlife, so he invited Jiang Hua to join him, but he was declined, so he left happily.
Although Jiang Hua also yearns for the nightlife of these rich second generation, his first priority at present is to establish a foothold at work, otherwise, let alone the nightlife, Xiangjiang will not be able to stay.
This primary and secondary relationship must be clearly distinguished, otherwise it will be difficult to protect yourself.
Rong Zhengen went to cuddle up against the red and green trees, while Jiang Hua clung to the quilt in pain. He looked at the Physiocratic Theory of Economics, mainly because he felt that we are still a country dominated by agriculture, and this theory should be of some use.
Facts have proved that these people in the West, not only writers like Shakespeare, but also economists, are also very good at talking but not good at talking. Jiang Hua looked dizzy and began to doubt himself, do I not have this talent?
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I don’t know why Jiang Hua fell asleep. Anyway, his head was full of looking at the lake, and then he didn’t know anything.
The next day, I was woken up again by the sound outside. After washing up, I got in Lao Zhang's car and headed to the company.
Rong Zhengen hasn't come yet. He is a high-ranking person and he has the right to arrive late and leave early.
Jiang Hua was immersed in studying documents and was shocked. Rong Zhengen walked in and saw the classical economic theory on Jiang Hua's desk. He said in surprise: "Fuck, you can even read this thing. It's inhuman."
Jiang Hua said sadly: "I can't see in. I can only see the lake in my head. Now I doubt myself. Do I not have this talent?"
"No doubt, I've seen it too. This thing shouldn't be something we can appreciate at this stage. I guess it's only possible to understand it if I have to be at my father's level."
Jiang Hua scratched his head: "So that's it. It turns out that I am ignorant and fearless."
"Yesterday I told my dad about the matter, and my dad also thought it made sense. My dad also agreed to my raising funds. He said it was appropriate for me to do it, but it was not appropriate for him to do it, so I went back today.
My company has been laid out, and if it really makes money, it will be your benefit."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "Then didn't I take advantage of you? And is it appropriate for me to take this money?"
"It's appropriate. What's not appropriate? My dad said that you are a brave person on the outside, but you are wild at heart and have your own ambitious goals. You may need money to achieve these ambitious goals."
Damn it, the old man has sharp eyes, he can clearly see the little thoughts in his heart.
Rong Zhengen continued: "This afternoon, our old man made an appointment with Mr. Bao at the Peninsula Hotel and asked us to go and see him."
"How honored I am that the old man still knows a little person like me."
Rong Zhengen curled his lips: "Don't be so pretentious. It's not like you haven't seen big shots before. Our old man is also very ordinary."
Jiang Hua nodded: "Yes, are you and I ordinary people?"
In the afternoon, Rong Zhengen took Jiang Hua to the Peninsula Hotel, which is a popular afternoon tea spot for rich and famous people in Hong Kong.
Rong Zhengen walked in with Jiang Hua and greeted others differently.
"Hello Shen Sheng."
"Hello Zhang Sheng."
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He kept introducing these people to Jiang Hua in private, and they were all very rich, and they were figures who stomped their feet and made the ground tremble in all walks of life in Hong Kong.
Rong Zhengen took Jiang Hua to the private box and said as he opened the door: "This is our old man's long-term box. We usually have appointments here."
As soon as he entered the door, Rong Zhengen called out honestly: "Dad."
Jiang Hua also greeted him diligently: "Hello, Mr. Rong."
Mr. Rong nodded: "You are Jiang Hua. Our family, Zheng En, has talked about you several times and respects you very much. You young people should communicate more."
Jiang Hua said honestly: "The lesson taught by the old man should be remembered by the younger generation."
