After a show of hands by all shareholders, the Board of Directors of Feifan Enterprise was established, and Ding Fan was elected as Chairman of the Board of Directors, and Bai Yifei and Wu Yahuan were elected as Vice Chairman. All shareholders present were members of the Board of Directors.
It was confirmed that the Jiande Martial Arts Center project would be built by Hengyuan Real Estate Company. Fang Pengyuan was extremely excited and expressed his gratitude to everyone repeatedly. He repeatedly promised that he would personally supervise the work and complete the task with high quality and quantity.
"I'm just talking about Pengyuan, why are you so active in taking money and waiting here!" Hai Guanghui said scornfully.
"Haha, are you sore?" Fang Pengyuan was very happy, but he still cupped his fists and said gratefully, "Thank you Ding Dong, thank you all!"
The shareholders' meeting lasted for more than three hours and ended. Everyone was very satisfied and their smiles could not be concealed. Especially Tian Ronghe, who came into close contact with Bai Yifei, his eyes were stupid and he had long lost his ability to distinguish. He raised his hands in response to everything.
As for the specific content, I heard nothing.
After sending all the shareholders away, Ding Fan returned to the office, took a short rest, called Huang Fu, and reported on the progress of Jiande Martial Arts Center.
"You actually raised 10.8 billion?" Huang Fu couldn't believe it.
"Everyone is optimistic about this project, contributes money and efforts, and is active and enthusiastic. The main reason is that they trust you and the competent authorities." Ding Fan complimented.
"With so much money, it's impossible to use it all. What do they think?" Huang Fu asked again.
"I plan to set up an investment company and put the funds into operation."
Hahaha, Huang Fu laughed happily, with a bit of excitement, "I'm not wrong, Xiaofan, you can be considered a miracle, turning waste into treasure. Work hard, and if you encounter any difficulties, communicate with me in time
, strive to resolve it as soon as possible!”
"President Huang, what is turning waste into treasure?" Ding Fan asked deliberately.
"Don't get into trouble, don't betray the trust placed in you by your superiors."
"Hey, you are my noble man, thank you very much, President Huang!"
"Haha, you are also a noble person in my family. I am relieved to have a friend like you in Yongping. Xiaofan, don't forget to mention that piece of trash." Huang Fu kept laughing and was indescribably satisfied with Ding Fan, but
He also didn’t forget to plan for his son.
Huang Yongping has been quiet recently, and Ding Fan has indeed not contacted him for a while, so he should go and see him. It wasn't time to get off work yet, so he strolled out the door and walked to Huang Yongping's studio.
There was a busy scene inside. The number of hairstylists increased to eight. The models who came to have their hair done saw the manager coming and greeted Ding Fan with a smile.
"Is Manager Huang here?" Ding Fan asked with his hands behind his back.
A hairstylist wielding scissors and holding a comb in his mouth hurriedly pointed upstairs. When Ding Fan arrived on the second floor, he saw Huang Yongping sitting dejectedly on a chair, staring at his phone in a daze, someone came.
Didn't even notice it.
Ding Fan slowly walked around behind him, and what was displayed on the screen of his mobile phone was a photo of Sikong Ye leaning on a luxury car, with one hand on his hips and his nostrils in the sky. It was a very cliché and primitive arrogance.
Asking what love is in the world is asking for trouble!
Ding Fan shook his head and sighed, stretched out his hand and shook it gently with a finger. A trace of vitality passed across Huang Yongping's neck, which immediately made him feel itchy and unbearable. He turned around suddenly and stood up suddenly in fear.
"Brother, when did you come?" Huang Yongping asked, pressing his chest.
"You just got here, are you thinking about Ye Zi again?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"You know my thoughts better than anyone else. A beautiful lady is what I want." Huang Yongping shook his head in frustration, as if he had no love in his life.
With Sikong Ye's virtues, he can still be called a lady. How can a blind person like Huang Yongping have the nerve to call himself a gentleman? Ding Fan couldn't hold back his laughter. After sitting down, he asked: "Brother Huang, Ye Zi is ignoring you again?"
"It takes a few words to get a one-word reply. Alas, she has a million-dollar car, her net worth has doubled, and she is very famous on the Internet. But I am still playing with my hair, and I feel really bad." Huang Yongping cried,
"They all said Ye Zi is your fiancée!"
"Hey, you believe what I said on the Internet, maybe who arranged it." Ding Fan disagreed, tilted his head and asked, "Just for this matter?"
"Yes, the money we earned cannot be touched arbitrarily. I was thinking about going home tonight to wash the old man's feet and ask him to support me with some money to buy a 3 million Maybach for Ye Zi, but I'm afraid that she won't want it.
." Huang Yongping said.
"That's not okay!" Ding Fan waved his hands hurriedly, "She can't drive such an expensive car. This car has caused dissatisfaction among many people. Now they don't dare to drive it. Recently, my sister has been driving it, and she only takes photos."
"What do you mean? Ye Zi drives his own car, and others can control it? Money is spent, not robbed, so why can't he drive it?" Huang Yongping was unhappy and actually defended Sikong Ye.
"She is a part-time security guard in Fuyao. Of course she must pay attention to her image and not show off her wealth. Otherwise, it will affect other people's work enthusiasm and how can we all get along as equals," Ding Fan said.
"Didn't you buy the car for me?"
Huang Yongping rolled his eyes and heard the news from the model. He even felt that this brother was not very authentic and was suspected of stealing girls from him.
"It makes me angry just talking about it." Ding Fan sighed and explained: "Zi Zi often goes out with my sister for adventures, and we are inseparable. She is so spoiled by her. She insists on forcing me to buy her a car, which costs more than one million.
, I’m so distressed that I haven’t slept well these past few days, what’s the matter!”
"Really?"
"How can this be false? Are you such a generous person?"
"Hey, you're so stingy, I'll just make up the money for you." Huang Yongping was in a good mood and grinned.
There is no tax on bragging, and the money invested in the studio has not been paid yet! Ding Fan secretly despised it, but he advised: "Brother Huang, run our studio well, don't open your mouth to the old man, and appear to be undervalued. When the time comes, you will be able to work in the studio
The brothers will be satisfied if they share this money from the profits of the studio."
"That's it!" Huang Yongping said.
Next, the atmosphere of the chat was particularly good. Huang Yongping said that he has also been studying recently and referred to many personalized hairstyles on the Internet. He is constantly creative and the models are very satisfied.
Ding Fan expressed his appreciation, and it was true. The models in Fuyao all liked the hairstyles designed here.
However, it is equally important to create something new, and it must have the studio’s own characteristics.
He spoke clearly and eloquently, but he stayed true to his profession. Huang Yongping couldn't help but talk about Sikong Ye. His biggest regret was that he couldn't style Sikong Ye's hair. He once asked and was scolded by Sikong Ye.
Sikong Ye's braid must not be moved. It is her weapon of self-defense. For this braid, the biased master spent countless medicinal materials on maintenance and repair, and the value can buy several cars.
If one is pulled, it will be a hanging rope, waiting to see the King of Hell!
Ding Fan didn't answer Huang Yongping's words, but emphasized business matters. Soon, a real international supermodel would arrive, and Huang must not let his guard down.
Any woman likes a man who is ambitious. If she wants to win the heart of a beautiful woman, she must do something.