I was late for class, I recited the text backwards and shocked the audience! Chapter 309 Bizhou Textile Craftsmanship Was Sold, Lao Su's Fried Rice Was Smashed
Chapter 309 Bizhou Textile Craftsmanship Was Sold, Lao Su's Fried Rice Was Smashed
In Lei Ping's nervous and expectant eyes.
Mi Le didn't try to whet his appetite.
He said very sincerely: "In fact, the reason why our Shuangzhou Textile cooperates so closely with the Lin Group is because our new shareholder of Shuangzhou Textile wants to repay the Lin Group a big favor."
As soon as Mi Le's words came out, Lei Ping immediately slapped his thigh: "Let me tell you, how could you give such a fabric sales right to the Lin Group at such a low price?"
"It turns out that your major shareholder has something to do with them."
After Lei Ping finished speaking, Lin Gantian poked his arm, telling him not to go off topic.
So Lei Ping immediately continued: "What do you mean, Mr. Mi? How can we cooperate?"
From what he did just now, Mi Le felt that this Mr. Lin was more difficult to deal with, or at least he was really very purposeful.
However, Mi Le remained calm and continued to speak slowly: "Actually, as the general manager of the company, I feel that selling at this price is not very friendly to us other shareholders, so we actually have complaints.
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"After all, if you said you would keep the money, who wouldn't want to make some money?" Mi Le stopped talking immediately after clicking.
It made both Lei and Ping feel itchy in their hearts.
"So what Mr. Mi means? Let's open another one?" Lin Gantian said tentatively, somewhat speculatively.
"Yes!" Mi Le glanced at Lin Gantian with some appreciation, and then at Lei Ping.
I thought to myself, this guy is really bad, no wonder his daughter is also a bit stupid.
Of course, in Mi Le's eyes, Lei Ping is stupid, but in the eyes of ordinary people, Lei Ping is already a very powerful person.
The real reason is that Lei Ping was too depressed yesterday, so he had a few more ladies in the evening.
After fighting hard all night with drugs, I am still a little confused and my brain is a little unclear.
Now that Lin Gantian mentioned this, Lei Ping also realized it.
"This is simple. I own a textile factory. As long as you can sell me the craftsmanship, I can produce it immediately."
Lei Ping patted his chest and said.
"Well, I do plan to sell this formula, but you can't say you bought it from us, you have to say you developed it yourself!"
Mi Le glanced around with a somewhat guilty conscience, and then said in a low voice.
"Okay, okay, this is natural. Of course we will protect your existence, Mr. Mi. After all, if you have any new products in the future, Mr. Mi can continue to help us."
When Lei Ping heard Mi Le's words, he became slightly excited, as if he had taken a magic medicine again, and his face was strangely flushed.
His mind became clearer and he used his own words to deceive Mi Le.
In fact, in my heart, I am secretly laughing: When we produce it, we will not care about your life and death. Unless it is the same product as their Lin Group, how can we seize other people's market?
"Okay, I feel relieved when you say that." Mi Le said and asked: "Then how much are you willing to pay for this formula?"
The crux of the problem has finally arrived.
At what price the transaction will be completed is a big question.
"I wonder how much Mr. Mi thinks is appropriate?" Lei Ping thought for a moment.
I want to explore Miller's background first.
If you bid too high, you will lose a lot of money. If you bid too low, others may look down on you, which makes you look stingy.
Mi Le slowly stretched out a finger.
"Mr. Mi means, ten million?" Lei Ping asked.
At this time, Lin Gantian was silent. He knew that he couldn't afford that much money. Although he had Lin Group's stocks, he had no power to sell them, only the power to pay dividends.
Mi Le shook his head: "You actually want to buy such a great fabric technology for only 10 million? You must know that this is a long-term profit. If the scale is large, it will be less than 100 million or 200 million a year."
"Besides, I don't have the final say on this money. There are several small shareholders standing behind this technology. Ten million, how many million do you want us to get to each of us?"
"A few million, we can make it with just one year's salary plus dividends. At your price, I think I should sell it to others. Not to mention Jiangzhou, there are probably many people around the world who want my craftsmanship."
Sure enough, Mi Le's words made Lei Ping feel that he had indeed paid too low.
Because with Mi Le's position, he could earn millions in just one year.
Lei Ping was also struggling. He sat there blankly, turning his head crazily, estimating how much profit this process could bring him.
After a few breaths, he raised his head sharply and said with fire in his eyes:
"One hundred million! Just 100 million. We don't want any more. The risk is too great. Moreover, you must ensure that you cannot provide it to other families."
When Lei Ping said this, his whole face turned red abnormally.
"That's okay." Mi Le nodded: "We can make a contract, and within three days after I give you my craftsmanship, if the fabric produced is not as expected, you can ask me to refund the money."
"Okay, Mr. Mi is indeed a sweetheart, so refreshing!" Lei Ping agreed immediately.
For Lei Ping, Mr. Mi has already mentioned this, and if he continues to be coy, he will really miss this opportunity.
I wonder who else would take care of the after-sales service when doing this kind of transaction?
So the two parties reached an agreement.
Mi Le sent Lei Ping a process report sent by the factory director.
Lei Ping, on the other hand, allocated 100 million to Mi Le with the unused money he had earned from selling the Lin Group's stocks.
Then he happily took this craft with him and rushed towards his textile factory with Lin Gantian.
Only after they leave.
Mi Le made a phone call to Su Jiang: "Mr. Su, I have followed your instructions and sent them the process modified by the factory director."
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Within the Lin Group.
Su Jiang just hung up the phone from Mi Le.
When he was about to get up and return to Lin Wanqing's office, his cell phone rang again.
The call was from Yan Hang.
"Su Jiang, come to Lao Su Fried Rice Restaurant, your store has been smashed!"
Yan Hang's anxious voice came.
But before Su Jiang could say anything, Yan Hang's cell phone was snatched away.
Then there was the sound of a cell phone hitting the ground.
Su Jiang could no longer hear any sound.
There was no time to think too much, and there was no time to even tell Lin Wanqing face to face.
He didn't even have time to wait for the elevator to come up, Su Jiang jumped down the stairs directly.
He got to the car, started the car, and sped towards Lao Su Fried Rice Restaurant. On the way, he called Lin Wanqing and said that he had something urgent and needed to go out.
When he arrived at the door of Lao Su Fried Rice.
Sure enough, I saw that the store was already in a mess.
The stool fell to the floor, and glass shards also poured on the floor.
Su Jiang saw that Yan Hang's Apple 13 pro had been cracked and scattered on the ground.
But when he walked into the store, he didn't see anyone.
I didn't see my parents, nor anyone from Yan Hang.
He was about to call the police when Su Jiang's phone rang again.
