As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
The people who can have dinner with Tan Mingyuan are definitely not ordinary people. They all have a net worth of more than 100 million yuan. But if they can earn tens of millions a year, it is considered good. But as for Tan Junda, according to Song Kanglai, he just uses
After a while, I made 20 million.
There is no standard for how long a period of time should be, but what is certain is that it will not be too long, three or two months at most.
A man looked at Tan Mingyuan and said, "Old Tan, your son is fine. It's not like what you said."
Several other people also had expressions of envy and jealousy. Tan Mingyuan was actually happy in his heart, but he would not show it easily. Instead, he had to look disdainful and said, "So what if he makes tens of millions?"
, if you don’t listen to me, no matter how much you make, it will be in vain!”
Even though he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up clearly showed the happiness in his heart.
Others could see it, but they were embarrassed to say it. Only one person looked at Tan Junda and asked: "Junda, what kind of business are you doing that is so profitable?"
Tan Junda pulled Jiang Zhihao over with a proud look on his face: "I don't have any skills. Brother Jiang helped me make money. You know the machinery factory in the suburbs. The equipment there is sold as scrap metal. Brother Jiang took me to buy a few sets.
Once the equipment is resold, the profit will be ten to twenty times. Also, the last time we attended the auction, Brother Jiang also had a keen eye for pearls and picked up a lot of mistakes. All together, the profit would be twenty or thirty million.
.Don’t say that I don’t give face to these uncles. If you want to make money, now is the time. Brother Jiang took me to the slums of Xichang Road and bought a house with tens of thousands of square meters. After a while, we changed hands and sold it, which was several
Double the profit!”
The total area of the houses in the slums is at least hundreds of thousands of square meters. It is impossible for Jiang Zhihao and Tan Junda to take all of them. Even if Tan Mingyuan is added, they can't do it.
Otherwise, there would be no need to spend tens or hundreds of billions of investment to renovate slums.
Tan Junda wanted to show off in front of his father, but he forgot that Jiang Zhihao had told him before that no one in the world except Jiang Zhihao knew the value of the ghetto.
As soon as he said these words, everyone looked strange.
Song Kanglai was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at Jiang Zhihao. His first reaction was that he had lost money, but after thinking about Jiang Zhihao's previous performance, he became thoughtful.
The man who just asked Tan Junda what kind of business he did showed a strange smile and said to Tan Mingyuan: "Old Tan, this business your son is doing is really unexpected."
Tan Mingyuan asked solemnly: "You just said you bought tens of thousands of square meters? How much did you spend?"
"Probably around 16 million." Tan Junda replied.
Others had even weirder expressions when they heard it. Sixteen million to buy a house in a slum?
They wanted to laugh, but because of Tan Mingyuan's face, they couldn't laugh out loud.
Tan Mingyuan turned blue and pointed at Tan Junda, wanting to slap him.
With so much money, you have no choice but to invest it in a poor place like that!
If you can sell it at the original price for several times the profit once it is resold, it will be an eye-opener for God!
"You, you prodigal son! Don't you know that the slum area on Xichang Road is a famous quagmire? No one who invests in it can make money, they all fall into it. Are you out of your mind?" Tan Mingyuan was furious!