Seeing Zhou Jianneng bring out a complete set of "Six Springs and Ten Cloths", although Zhang Chongxin felt a little disappointed, he didn't take it to heart.
There is always a smile on my face and my mouth is full of congratulations.
With the other party's current wealth, as long as he is willing to spend money, he can buy not only one thing, but ten things as well. And under the repeated blows, he has long since lost his desire to compare.
But soon, he stopped laughing.
"Old Zhou, how do you look like this..."
"Does it look familiar?"
Zhang Chongxin looked suspicious: "A bit indeed."
"It looks familiar. It was originally yours, but it was sold to me by your Xiaohao. Not only this set of ancient springs, but also your other collections, cost me a total of 210 million." p>
"What?" Zhang Chongxin was stunned for a moment.
"Don't you know? I thought you were no longer interested in collecting and were planning to quit the world?"
Zhou Jianneng immediately tested it.
Zhang Chongxin immediately put on a "smiling face": "You are right, I asked him to handle it. Xiaohao is not interested in collecting. It would be a waste to leave these treasures to him. It is better to use them for cash."
"I'm just telling you, no matter how willful your Xiaohao is, he won't dare to take any chances with babies like you."
Zhou Jianneng pretended to be suddenly enlightened.
Only then did he finally become convinced.
There must be a big problem between father and son, Lao Zhang and Zhang Hao. Although the other party conceals it well, the stiffness on his face cannot deceive anyone.
I have to say that Xiaohao is really willful and extremely courageous.
An hour later, Zhang Chongxin dragged his exhausted body back to his eldest daughter's house.
Li Dajuan quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Old man, what's wrong with you? Why are you so downcast?"
"Old lady, don't have any illusions. From now on, we can really only rely on ourselves."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Could it be Xiaohao..."
Li Dajuan suddenly became anxious.
"He is fine. Let me tell you the truth. If you want me to live a few more years, you are not allowed to mention his name at home in the future. I will be upset."
Zhang Chongxin gave up completely this time.
It is said that raising children will prevent old age, but in his case, it turned out to be "raising a tiger for disaster". If I had known this, I might as well have let the second child take over!
"I hope my son is fine." Li Dajuan patted her chest and then asked with concern: "Old man, are you stimulated by something?"
Zhang Chongxin waved his hand without saying a word, then turned around and returned to the room.
There are some things that are useless to talk about.
If you have this free time, you might as well think more about your next business. The current economic situation is not good, and making money is really harder than eating shit.
……
July is full of fire, but August is still young.
On August 8, after more than a month of preparation, "Jia Cai Ten Thousand Cans" opened in an unusually low-key manner.
Zhang Hao specially invited Director Zeng of the Commerce Bureau.
In any case, this big boss helped him a lot, and he had to "report" the results out of necessity.
A group of people arrived at the entrance of the shopping mall. Director Zeng looked at the deserted scene and couldn't help but wonder:
"Mr. Zhang, today is your grand opening day, why don't you hold an opening event?"
"Director Zeng, you don't know something. It's just a trial operation right now. The official opening will have to wait until the base is completed next year. There will be a lot of promotional activities by then."
Zhang Hao quickly explained.
Of course, these are just excuses.
After all, the farther back you go, the more valuable the cans are. It would be too much of a loss to sell it now. No wonder he is so inactive.
Director Zeng nodded, obviously accepting this statement. Compared to Pudding Company's tens of billions of investments, the mall is at best the icing on the cake.
After entering the mall, everyone seemed to have entered the world of canned food. The only thing that didn't make sense was that there were not many customers in the store at all, and it was even deserted than the entrance.
After all, there are hundreds of security guards at the gate.
At least it looks very impressive.
Zeng Ju looked around and couldn't help but sigh:
"Sure enough, the family has thousands of cans. I'm afraid there are more than 10,000 cans in it, right?"
"To be precise, it should be over one million."
"What a big deal!"
Director Zeng picked up a can, glanced at the price tag, and then exclaimed:
"Five hundred yuan each, it's really not cheap!"
In fact, if we calculate it based on the cost of four yuan and remove other costs, there will be almost a hundred times the profit.
It's simply more profitable than selling "flour".
"This is an apocalyptic can, with a shelf life of fifty years, which is not comparable to ordinary cans."
Zhang Hao explained with a smile.
This price was set by him personally. The reason why it is so exaggerated is mainly to avoid being maliciously reported due to temporary price increases.
All in all, hoarding is not easy, and you must be fully prepared in advance.
In addition, the factor of currency depreciation must also be taken into consideration. According to the experience in the dream, once the Sulfur Stone Volcano erupts, the federal currency will more than double in value within a year.
After all, funds can be transferred out, but fixed assets cannot be taken away. With the rapid fall of North America as a whole, the losses can be described as countless.
Director Zeng shook the can in his hand: "I bought this can, can I try it on the spot?"
"Director Zeng, our mall has a special dining area and has developed many new dishes around canned food. If you are interested, let's go over and taste it together?"
Zhang Hao immediately suggested.
What the other person is holding is the most ordinary can. Once opened, the contents will be exposed 100%, and even a fool can see that there is a lot of water in it.
Director Zeng had no doubt about it and nodded with a smile.
Zhang Hao quickly took the can from the other person's hand, put it back on the shelf calmly, and then made a gesture of invitation.
Soon, the group arrived at the dining area.
Director Zeng ordered a canned hotpot on the spot, priced at 1,888 yuan per serving, which is also expensive.
However, due to preparation in advance, many precious ingredients were added to the hot pot. A full pot is enough for five people, which is not too outrageous.
For a time, everyone was eating heartily.
Director Zeng even praised him again and again:
"Mr. Zhang, your dining area is very cleverly designed. It not only has a promotion effect, but also increases an additional income. It kills two birds with one stone."
"Hey, speaking of which, we were also forced. Doomsday cans and ordinary cans are two different foods. If we don't process these things, we won't be able to eat them."
"Really?" Director Zeng put down his chopsticks, "Mr. Zhang, I see you have a lot of goods in your store, aren't you afraid of losing money?"
"I accept the loss and treat it as advertising."
"You young people are still smarter."
Director Zeng was polite all the way.
"There is no way. The economic environment has been bad these years. If you want to achieve results, you must think outside the box. After all, the good cat is the one who can catch mice."