Although the plan was as valuable as real money, Jiang Zhihao always felt that if he wanted to invest, he still had to rely on money.
Because what he wants is not control of Zhirui Electronics, but profits!
Throughout the ages, there have been many companies owned by large consortiums, but most of them are managed independently, and even they cannot interfere. However, no matter how independent the company is, most of its profits must be handed over to them every year.
It can be said that they are the ones who really make money while lying down.
Jiang Zhihao's future goal is to become the world's top financial group and surpass himself!
Until she left the office building of Zhirui Electronics Company, Zhong Jiawei was still in a trance.
Jiang Zhihao knew what happened today, which gave her a certain psychological impact, so he asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"Ah? Oh, okay..." When Zhong Jiawei spoke, she couldn't help but look back at Zhao Qilong, who was still standing at the door of the office building watching them leave. Then he turned back and looked at Jiang Zhihao with a strange look on his face.
Question: "What business did you and Mr. Zhao do? Why did he transfer so much money to you?"
"Didn't I tell you before that we started a small business with Tan Junda? We went to the suburban machinery factory, and all the equipment in the factory there were sold as scrap metal. We bought some second-hand equipment, which happened to be needed by Zhirui Electronics
I sold him a circuit board," Jiang Zhihao explained.
He had no intention of hiding his business, and it was nothing shameful.
Zhong Jiawei looked stunned when she heard this. Circuit board?
She doesn't know much about these things. Is it valuable?
"But...where do you get so much money to buy equipment?" Zhong Jiawei asked again.
Jiang Zhihao laughed and said: "That circuit board was expensive, but it was actually very cheap when I bought it. The director of the machinery factory didn't know the goods and sold them as scrap metal. I bought it for only 100,000 yuan."
Zhong Jiawei was stunned for a long time. Buying a piece of equipment for 100,000 yuan, and then selling the circuit board to others for 1.8 million yuan?
This was a very simple math problem, but when she actually calculated the answer to eighteen times, she suddenly felt her mouth went dry.
"You, if you do this, aren't you afraid that Mr. Zhao will cause trouble for you?" Zhong Jiawei was full of worry. In her opinion, buying low and selling high to this extent is already a trap.
Jiang Zhihao understood her thoughts and explained: "This kind of circuit board cannot be made domestically. It can only be imported from abroad, and there are many restrictions. The price I sold it to him is already very cheap. If he finds someone else to buy it,
, at least it will cost hundreds of thousands or even millions, and you may not be able to buy it. You didn’t see the way he looked just now, you were only grateful to me, how could you come to cause trouble? Even if someone comes to cause trouble, it’s from the machinery factory
Factory Director. But he sells the equipment at such a low price. If people find out, they won’t be able to live with it, let alone come to trouble me.”
After some explanations, Zhong Jiawei finally understood that this was not a trap, but a mistake.
Just like what I once saw in a novel, I spent 100 yuan to buy a broken vase from a street stall, only to find out that it was a rare treasure in the world and could be sold for millions.
"Don't think that I earn a lot. Tan Junda bought a lot more equipment than me. He should be able to earn more than 10 million this time." Jiang Zhihao said.
Zhong Jiawei's breathing was stagnant when she heard it. Ten million...
She subconsciously asked: "Then why don't you buy more?"
After asking this question, she was stunned because it suddenly occurred to her that on the day Jiang Zhihao and Tan Junda were doing business together, something happened to her brother Zhong Jiaxi.
Jiang Zhihao rushed over and helped pay the compensation of 130,000 yuan.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to buy more, it’s that he has no money!
Thinking of this, Zhong Jiawei's face suddenly turned pale.