Because of Chu Heng's special request, investment negotiations between Tom Financial and Lang Hongjie's factory went very quickly.
In just three days, he signed an agreement with the other party through a tripartite agency hired by Martin from the Sun Never Sets. The total investment is 5.5 million, accounting for 55% of the shares, and will assist Lang Hongjie.
New technologies are introduced, personnel are recruited to develop new products, and they are not involved in management. They only conduct reviews once or several times a year from time to time.
For Lang Hongjie, this kind of condition is almost the same as pie in the sky.
His factory and land, which were only half burned, could be sold for three million, which was a high price. However, the other party gave him a valuation of four and a half million, and he still invested the money and became the shopkeeper.
He can spend it however he wants.
This almost made him think that the other party was a liar!
So when he signed the contract with the idea of fighting it to the death and received the advance payment from the other party, he was completely confused and felt a bit unreal.
"Is this going to give you money?"
Citibank.
Lang Hongjie, who was sitting in front of the counter, stared blankly at the string of zero numbers on his company's account. He pinched his thigh hard. Feeling the pain, he finally confirmed that this was not a dream, and then he grinned.
"I can be saved, I can be saved! That master is really a god in this world!"
"Hahaha!"
In the strange looks of the bank staff and some customers, Lang Hongjie, who looked like a drowning man who had caught a lifebuoy, laughed wildly for a while. After calming down, he strode out of the bank, preparing to go back to recruit people and rebuild the factory.
"Crunch!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the bank ambitiously, a van suddenly stopped in front of him, and then several club members with big bodies, round waists, and fierce looks got out of the car and stepped forward to grab him without saying a word.
After getting into the car, the car drove away quickly.
And these people were none other than thugs from the society to which he owed loan sharks.
In the van, after a moment of panic, Lang Hongjie quickly calmed down. He frowned and glanced at the two thugs sitting on the left and right, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you from Brother Qiang?"
"It's good to know." The man sitting on his left glanced at him lightly.
Lang Hongjie nodded, wisely closed his eyes and calmed down, and stopped talking nonsense to this incompetent Ma Zai.
The few people in the car had no intention of talking to him. They looked at him to prevent him from scratching and chatted among themselves.
Almost half an hour passed like this, and the car stopped outside the Kowloon Walled City.
"Bang!"
The door of the van opened, and several thugs grabbed Lang Hongjie and got out of the van, entering the Kowloon Walled City, which is known for its filth and chaos.
They zigzagged all the way, and after going up a few more floors, they finally entered a dimly lit room.
At this time, there were six or seven people in the room. In addition to the boss of the club and a few younger brothers, there was another person who was hung on the roof with a rope. He was beaten bloody and bruised, and was dangling in the air like a piece of bacon.
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As Lang Hongjie is a ruthless person who is not even afraid of ghosts, this scene will not scare him.
He glanced at the guy hanging in the room who was breathing in but not breathing out, then he smiled and hugged the dog with his fists: "You're fine, Brother Qiang."
But Shit Qiang looked at this guy who was not scared at all, frowned, and immediately shouted sharply: "Don't get too close to me, let me ask you, when will you pay back the money you owe me?"
The smile on Lang Hongjie's face did not change, and he said calmly: "I will definitely pay you back, but I have to give you some grace. My factory has just received an investment. When production resumes, I will definitely pay you back with interest."
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"Investment?" Dog Shit raised his eyebrows forcefully: "How much?"
"Five million!" Lang Hongjie said without any concealment.
"So much?!" Dog Shiqiang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grinned: "Where is the money? Get it quickly, I don't want more, give me three million, and our debt will be written off."
"It's in the bank, but you don't have to worry about this money. This is the money for me to turn myself around. I won't give you a cent. If you want the money, you have to wait for my factory to resume production." Lang Hongjie looked at him quietly,
Stand tall and fearless.
"Stop fucking talking nonsense!" Shit Qiang frowned and glared: "Who knows if you are going to lose everything if you rush to the street? Give me the money quickly, or I will make you look better!"
"It's useless if you beat me to death. I told you that this money can only be used to resume production." Lang Hongjie said calmly.
"I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Seeing that this guy couldn't get enough food and salt, Shit Qiang immediately became angry and waved his hand to the boy next to him: "Hit me!"
Several tough boys immediately stepped forward and surrounded Lang Hongjie, punching and kicking him. After a few blows, his nose and face were bruised and swollen.
But this guy is also a tough guy, no matter how hard he gets punched and kicked, he doesn't even make a sound.
At the same time, Chu Heng, who was discussing real estate acquisition with Martin in the Mandarin Hotel, also received the news that Lang Hongjie had been arrested.
"Isn't this grandson too damn unlucky?"
Chu Heng put down the information in his hand speechlessly, looked at A Dong who came to report to him, frowned and asked: "Do you know who caught him?"
"I also heard from a customer that it was called Shi Shi Qiang, but I don't know the rest." A Dong said hurriedly.
"Go down."
Chu Heng waved his hand and sent the people away. After thinking about it, he got up and went to the bedroom. He found a business card book and took out Lardboy's business card. He picked up the outside phone in the room that he had specially asked someone to answer and dialed it.
Soon, the phone was connected, and the greasy voice of Lard Boy came from inside.
"Who is it?"
"Brother Zai, I am Chu Heng."
"It turns out to be Mr. Chu. I heard that your hotel is very prosperous recently. There is also a Shandong cuisine master whose cooking skills are very good. Can I invite you to a table someday?"
"Haha, that's easy to say. Brother, you can eat it anytime you want, but now I have a little thing to ask you for help with."
"If you don't want to be invited, just ask Mr. Chu."
"That's it. There is a customer named Lang Hongjie in my store who was arrested by a strong asshole. Brother, do you think you can help me and bail him out? Also, this matter must be kept secret. Don't let anyone know.
People know that I protected him."
"Then I'll give it a try. Wait for my call."
"Sorry to trouble you, Brother Le. Please invite Brother Le to come to my place for dinner another day."
"Easy to say."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Heng returned to the living room and continued to discuss the acquisition proposal with Martin.
the other side.
Lardboy thought about what Chu Heng had just said, and then he remembered the recent rumors about the Mandarin Hotel's sinister room turning into a lucky one, and suddenly he felt enlightened.
"Damn, these big guys are really full of evil intentions!"
He smacked his lips, picked up the phone again and dialed.
