A European-style single-family villa in the suburbs of Beijing.
In the large living room on the first floor, the heater was blazing hot. Although it was already freezing and snowing outside, the room was still as warm as spring. On a circle of sofas placed in the middle, six or seven men were sitting crookedly. They
Some held cigarettes in their hands, while others clutched a can of imported beer. Everyone had a lazy and frivolous look on their faces, as if nothing in life could arouse their interest.
"Zhenjiang has brought our brothers here. Is there any good deal left?"
"I think there's something going on. Zhenjiang is well-informed. He must have gotten some inside information."
"Last time, Zhenjiang helped our brothers find a job. It was really fun. After making a few phone calls, we ended up with more than a thousand people."
"For more than half a year, the higher-ups have been talking about the Southern Speech. There must be big moves recently..."
Everyone was exchanging ideas one after another, when suddenly they heard a slight sound of car braking outside the door. The men all pricked up their ears, sat upright a little, and looked towards the door of the living room together.
The door opened, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, and two people strode in. The man in front looked to be in his thirties, with a heroic air on his face. In the deep winter weather, he
He only wears a cotton shirt next to his body, a cashmere scarf hanging around his neck, and a thin woolen windbreaker that is well-cut. This outfit is quite popular among the elite circles in the capital nowadays, and is different from those in the local area.
Compared with the nouveau riche who often wear furs, the superior taste is obvious at a glance.
"Brothers are all here early. Sorry, I'm late." The man raised his hands and fists as a gesture of greeting to everyone, and said with a smile. However, although he said sorry, the expression on his face was
He was quite proud of himself and obviously didn't think there was anything special about being late.
"Zhenjiang, you will be fined for being late. I brought two boxes of German dark beer today. I got it from the International Seaman's Club. It is absolutely authentic." A man with hair permed into "explosive curls" joked with a smile.
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This man who came late is the protagonist of the heated discussion just now. His name is Sun Zhenjiang, and the title written on his business card is "Chairman of Zhenjiang Industrial Development Co., Ltd.". In slightly outdated terms, he and the other people in the room
Like everyone, they all belong to the group that gets rich first. How much wealth he has has always been a mystery to the outside world. And the speed at which he made a fortune can be called a miracle even in the entire capital.
The people gathered in this room today are all Sun Zhenjiang's closest "connections". They are either Sun Zhenjiang's childhood friends, or they are the partners Sun Zhenjiang met in the process of doing business. These people have one of the experiences of getting rich.
What they have in common is that they have never done anything beneficial to the country or society. Terms such as profit-seeking and empty-handed wolves were completely invented for this group of people, and they have indeed brought this spirit into full play.
To the extreme.
"There is no hurry about the fine. Let me introduce a friend to you first." Sun Zhenjiang smiled faintly, and then showed the person who came in behind him in front of everyone.
"This is Mr. Pittston, the chief financier of the American Meson Fund. He is a friend I met when I was studying in the United States. This time, at my invitation, he made a special trip to China to help us with our financial operations." Sun Zhenjiang
He introduced solemnly.
Everyone naturally knows what Sun Zhenjiang is talking about studying in the United States. In fact, it is just that Sun Zhenjiang stayed in the United States for a few months out of arty needs, and then spent money to buy a diploma. Don't look at the people who issued the diplomas.
The institution is just a pheasant university in the United States, but in China, there is no suspense at all for this diploma to be used to bluff people. Since getting this diploma, Sun Zhenjiang has talked about his experience in the United States, which makes people feel
He looks like some kind of senior turtle.
"Hello everyone, it's a great honor to work with you." The chief financial officer with a tall nose and blue eyes greeted everyone while speaking unskilled Chinese.
"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome." Everyone laughed and shouted the slogan of welcoming foreign guests that they had practiced many times when they were young. Over the years, foreigners are no longer rare creatures. Some of them
When going to local places to cheat, sometimes they will hire a blue-eyed foreigner from a university in the capital to be a "caretaker". Based on their experience, as long as they give enough money, the foreigner will be just as obedient.
"Mr. Pittston, please sit down first. You will talk to us about steel later." Sun Zhenjiang pointed to a spot on the sofa and asked Pittston to sit down. He himself sat down on the same spot just now.
Next to the "exploding roll", I picked up a can of German dark beer.
"Liangzi, how are you doing with the money-raising thing I told you last time?" Sun Zhenjiang opened the tab of the can with his mouth, poured a sip of beer into his mouth, and then asked "Explosive Roll".
The name of the explosive volume is Liang Zhaohui, and he and Sun Zhenjiang grew up in the same compound. The two studied together, jumped in the queue together, and later returned to the city together. Sun Zhenjiang was more courageous than Liang Zhaohui, and he went to sea first to earn the first bucket.
Jin. Then, he dragged Liang Chaohui into the shopping mall. After more than ten years, Liang Chaohui himself earned over 100 million yuan in property and lived an extremely luxurious life. Liang Chaohui always obeyed Sun Zhenjiang's words.
, it can be said that the five bodies fell into submission.
"It's been raised. I prepared 50 million myself, and also found several banks and negotiated for 400 million." Liang Zhaohui said without reservation.
"Too little, you have to find a way to find a few more banks. Each of you must get at least 1 billion or more. If you can't find it in the capital, you can go to the provinces below. The loan quota in the provinces is very loose now."
Sun Zhenjiang said.
"Okay, I'll do it in a few days." Liang Zhaohui said, "By the way, Zhenjiang, why do you ask us people to raise so much money? To play big games? And why did you get an American to come here?
, you don’t know that like my father, I hate American devils the most.”
"Your dad is just like my dad, both of them are very old-minded. If they hadn't gone to war with the Americans, China would have become a developed country long ago." Sun Zhenjiang said disdainfully, "You have never been to the United States.
I don’t know how good they are, but we can’t expect to compare with them in a hundred years. Let me tell you, I hired this guy with great difficulty. The Meson Fund behind him specializes in international investments, and his sales are worth dozens of dollars.
100 million U.S. dollars. Do you understand? It’s U.S. dollars, not our RMB. When the time comes, we will have to rely on his money to support us.”
"Zhenjiang, are we having too much fun?" Liang Zhaohui's face turned a little pale.
He is not the kind of person with lofty ideals. When Sun Zhenjiang invited him to do business together, he imagined that he could stop after earning 100,000. Later, he found that making money was easy, so he earned 1 million and 1,000.
Ten thousand, until he has a fortune of hundreds of millions. After having assets of hundreds of millions, his aggressiveness gradually faded, and he felt that keeping this money for the rest of his life would be enough for him to have fun.
This time Sun Zhenjiang sent a message to these people, asking them to discuss a big deal. He only came out of brotherly loyalty. According to his idea, it would be better to make more money. If he could not make more money, it would be better.
It doesn't matter, the most important thing is not to lose the money you have already earned.
But now I hear Sun Zhenjiang say that not only does he need each person to prepare at least 1 billion, but he also plans to find a fund from abroad that can use billions of dollars to help. After all, what Sun Zhenjiang wants to do will probably have to use
Only one or two billion yuan would be enough. If such a big thing loses money, people like them will "go back to before liberation overnight."
"Tch, look at how cowardly you are." Sun Zhenjiang sneered at Liang Chaohui's performance and said, "Do you think you are quite rich now? Let me tell you, your little money cannot be called money at all. You
Do you know what is fashionable now? Immigration! After we finish this job, let’s immigrate to the United States together. By then, buy a villa and get a yacht, and your little money will be gone. Don’t take advantage of the opportunity to earn more now
For some money, why don't you go to the United States to have some fun?"
"I'd better stay in China. If I dare to immigrate to the United States, my father will have to kill all my relatives for justice." Liang Chaohui muttered quietly, but he did not dare to refute Sun Zhenjiang's idea.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Let me tell you the purpose of inviting you here." Sun Zhenjiang drank a can of beer, flattened the empty can, and then accurately threw it into the trash can seven or eight steps away, raising his voice.
Said to everyone.
Everyone fell silent and looked at Sun Zhenjiang attentively, waiting for him to speak.
"I invite you all here today because there is a good opportunity to make money and I want to have fun with you. If this job is done well, each of us can at least earn this amount." Sun Zhenjiang said and raised his hand.
A slap, turned back and forth, means "10".
"10?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, mentally guessing what the unit behind them was.
100,000? Such a small amount is obviously impossible. If these people get together to play cards for one night, they will win or lose more than this number.
1 billion? Are you kidding me? You can't get that much even if you steal money.
Could it be that Sun Zhenjiang stayed in the United States for a period of time and the counting was changed to the American standard? I heard that Americans count in millions, and 1 million is called a "milion". Could it be that Sun Zhenjiang was talking about making money?
10 Milians?
Sun Zhenjiang looked at everyone with pride, was silent for a while, and then laughed and said: "Why, did you scare everyone? That's right, it's 1 billion. It's not us guys making 1 billion together, but you
Everyone sitting here can earn 1 billion."
What! It’s really 1 billion!
The hearts of the people in the room were beating wildly. Only those who have made money know that money is really a good thing. With money, you have everything. As Brother Q said, you can have whatever you want.
Whoever you like is who you are.
These people all have some wealth, but most of them are like Liang Chaohui, that is, they only have one or two hundred million. Who doesn’t want his one or two hundred million to turn into one billion or even more.r1152