Arriving at the Science and Technology Port in Be-Air, Zheng Yaoyang met Lin Defu and production manager Lu Fusheng.
MiLi Technology's mobile phone production lines are all ordered from Germany's Siemens. To this end, Lu Fusheng led his team to study in Germany. It was not until a few days ago that they returned to Hong Kong with the production line.
Zheng Yaoyang inspected the area and asked with a smile: "How is the machine debugging now?"
Lu Fusheng said hello and said in a deep voice: "We don't quite understand some data parameters yet, and it will take some time to get used to them."
The mobile phone manufacturing industry is a completely unfamiliar field to them, and everything must be started from scratch.
If you don't understand some technologies, you have to ask the Germans for advice at any time. The key is that those guys are still refusing to answer.
When debugging the production equipment, I was afraid that they would steal the machine, so I had to separate the machines with cloth and let the Germans repair and debug by themselves.
This made Lu Fusheng very angry. They bought the production line in full, not rented it. The Germans needed to guard against them like thieves.
Zheng Yaoyang frowned, looked at the German guys who were debugging the machine, and asked, "What are their skills like?"
Lu Fusheng thought for a while and replied: "They are all senior engineers working at Siemens. If there is any problem with the equipment, there will be no problem."
Zheng Yaoyang pondered for a moment and said to Lin Defu: "The environment in Xiangjiang is quite good. Ask them if they have the intention to stay in Xiangjiang for a long time. If not, help them create this idea."
Although they are unfamiliar with the field of mobile phone manufacturing, they have money and can cure all diseases. If they don't understand, they recruit people to learn from them until they master it.
Lin Defu nodded, and Zheng Yaoyang asked: "When will the first phase of the Science and Technology Port project be completed?"
Lin Defu replied: "Chief Engineer Liu of Wheelock Group guarantees that the project will be completed before November 5."
Zheng Yaoyang asked: "How is the recruitment situation of workers in the assembly area now?"
"We will recruit 1,200 workers and conduct training in the eastern district. They will be able to enter the production line in mid-November."
Zheng Yaoyang asked about workers' welfare benefits, the status of spare parts orders, and whether suppliers could deliver as scheduled.
Lin Defu gave a positive answer. Although the time is tight, everything is developing in a good direction. If he usually works overtime, he can still finish it as expected.
PHS,
Mass production started in December,
It will be officially launched in January next year.
Zheng Yaoyang showed a satisfied smile. The harvest season was finally approaching and his efforts were well worth it.
At the end of October, Zhou Xiaolin established the Woodpecker Fund.
Zheng Yaoyang sent out invitations, and all the members of the Hong Kong business group who went north at the beginning of the month came as promised.
At two o'clock in the afternoon that day, everyone gathered in the conference room on the 16th floor of the Bank of China Building for a meeting.
Woodpecker Fund rents a floor with Bank of China, and with Bank of China helping to cover it, the funding channels will be more hidden.
Li Jiacheng was still unhappy with Zheng Yaoyang. The venue was right next to the Yangtze River Building. It was the closest and he was the last to arrive.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and didn't mind, jokingly saying: "Lao Li's airs are a bit big, we have been waiting for a long time."
Li Jiacheng glared at him fiercely, walked in and smiled at everyone, "I'm sorry, everyone, I just had a meeting at the company, so I'm a little late."
Mr. Huo tried to smooth things over: "Don't listen to that kid's nonsense. We have just arrived and we haven't even finished a cup of tea."
Lao He stretched out and asked: "Yaoyang, don't be too pretentious. We are inviting everyone here today. Do you have any good business to introduce?"
"Uncle He is quick to talk. We are all busy people with many things to do, so I won't hide them."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled slightly and motioned with his eyes to Qiao Peizhi to distribute information to everyone. It was information about Jingfang Real Estate’s investment direction and specific profits.
He plans to set up a private equity fund together to help everyone manage assets and charge high management fees, so he must have a proven track record.
The great success of Kyofōri's short selling of the Japanese property market is the best proof.
Mr. Huo flipped through the information and marveled: "In more than four months, we invested 500 million U.S. dollars, the principal is still there, and the dividends are 2.4 billion U.S. dollars. It's really sharp."
Sun Hung Kai's Lao Li also said: "The outside world said that you made more than one billion US dollars. I thought it was an overestimation, but I didn't expect that they still underestimated you."
Lao He from Lisboa seemed to have guessed Zheng Yaoyang's intention, and smiled meaningfully: "Yaoyang, you didn't just ask us to come here just to show off."
Even Li Jiacheng gave up his past prejudices and couldn't help but look at Zheng Yaoyang a few more times.
After all, compared with Zheng Yaoyang, the achievements his two sons have achieved now are like weak children who are complacent when they occasionally get a lollipop.
"Uncle He, how dare I."
With an aggrieved look on his face, Zheng Yaoyang recounted his tragic experience in Tokyo and how he was squeezed out by Wall Street capital.
Deeply in love, he said angrily: "It is said that Buddhas compete for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath. During this time, I was so angry that I didn't even think about food and drinks."
"Although I have made money, and I have indeed made a lot of money, do I look like someone who is short of that little money..."
Everyone here is old and mature, how can they not hear that Zheng Yaoyang is showing off in the name of complaining, but they really have no way to refute.
Over four months, a whopping US$700 million investment, and a 500% rate of return, is indeed worth showing off.
At first they thought they could just endure it and wait until the moon came out to see the moonlight, but they never expected that Zheng Yaoyang became more and more enthusiastic as he talked.
As if Wall Street gave him a 10% premium, it would be a huge insult to let him leave the Japanese stock market.
Mr. Huo really couldn't stand listening, so he glared and said angrily: "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go. None of us are here to listen to your bragging."
Everyone smiled, looked at Mr. Huo, and silently gave him a thumbs up in their hearts.
Now that we have talked about this, everyone basically knows what Zheng Yaoyang means.
They were just interested in the next main course, so they stayed here and listened to Zheng Yaoyang's bragging.
But they couldn't explain it clearly, so they could only listen patiently.
Fortunately, Mr. Huo came forward to break Zheng Yaoyang's narcissism and save their ears from being tortured.
"Sorry, sorry, I lost my temper a little."
Zheng Yaoyang wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and said seriously: "When everyone adds fuel to the fire, why can Wall Street harvest the whole world, but we can't? Are we worse than them in any way?"
He motioned to Qiao Peizhi again, distributed a detailed information to everyone, and said at the same time: "So I plan to set up a Woodpecker Fund. Seniors in the industry, if you are interested, you might as well consider it."
Once the information was distributed, the conference room suddenly became silent, and everyone was browsing the documents.
Suddenly, Li Jiacheng frowned and said, "A management fee of 20% of the principal every year?"
Everyone here has their own investment channels, and the management fee is basically only 3-5% every year.
Zheng Yaoyang wants to double the management fee. Does he really think that their money is blown by the strong wind?
If they invest 100 million U.S. dollars, as long as they can't earn 20% return every year, they will have a net loss of 20 million U.S. dollars.
Zheng Yaoyang looked like he should take it for granted and smiled shyly: "This is the first time for everyone to cooperate, so we should be given appropriate discounts."
Lao Guo took over the conversation and said coldly: "Then how much did you want originally?"
Zheng Yaoyang thought for a while and said with a smile: "According to my idea, the management fee should be 25% every year in the future."
"It's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world."
Li Jiacheng's face was full of anger, but he did not slam the door and leave immediately.
500% return rate in more than four months, only paying 20% management fee every year.
Which one is more serious or less important, he still knows in his heart, he can't have any hatred against anyone.
Li Jiacheng pondered for a moment and then asked: "What if the fund can't make money?"
Mr. Huo said coldly: "Since it is an investment, there are risks. Who can guarantee that you will make a profit without losing money?"
"Grandpa Huo is still kind to me." Zheng Yaoyang held his cheeks in his hands and showed a sweet and lovely smile.
Mr. Huo shuddered, waved his hands, and said angrily: "Stop pretending to be young, it's disgusting."
Zheng Yaoyang chuckled and suddenly changed the topic and said: "Everyone might as well go back and think about it for a few days. Three days after the deadline, that is, November 2, we will meet here again."
Everyone looked at each other, but no one expressed their opinion. It was Mr. Huo who spoke to break the deadlock.
He took out a pen from his pocket, put on his reading glasses, and after carefully reviewing the contract, he signed a letter of intent to subscribe for US$100 million. He smiled lightly and said: "I have something to do in a few days, so I won't come. I will let Tingting come over then.
Help with processing and deliver funds.”
Mr. Huo picked up the document and placed it in front of Zheng Yaoyang, and said to everyone: "I have something to do, so I'll take the first step."
"Grandpa Huo, let me give you one as a gift."
Zheng Yaoyang hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Mr. Huo patted the back of his hand and said with a kind face: "Stay, I'm not old enough to need help."