Section 1003 Pretty boy, do you have money to spend?
Bai Hao was left in the hotel room.
However, Bai Hao was very happy.
I have always been a senior master but a junior master. Wu Qingdao's wisdom is not given in vain. Tang Baobao is too lazy to find a state that allows him to fully activate his brain power. This can be expected in the future.
It's dinner time.
Wu Qingdao did not appear in the restaurant.
The next day, when Tang Baobao arrived, Wu Qingdao was really in his room and couldn't come out. Breakfast and lunch were delivered to the room by the hotel.
Bai Hao's curiosity was like two cats fighting.
I really want to eavesdrop!
At this time, Xue Linlin came: "Director, the time is almost up. There will be a simple cocktail party in the afternoon, all celebrities here in Xiangjiang. In the evening, you will participate in the finals of the Xiangjiang Beauty Contest. As the new chairman, you will go on stage to say a few words.
of."
"Yes." Bai Hao nodded.
The reception and finals were held in the same hotel.
Those who came to the reception were basically guests from the Hong Kong Beauty Finals that evening.
The reception was very small.
The only people who can actually be here are the smallest celebrities in Hong Kong.
Bai Hao took a glass of wine and heard an elderly man talking about investment theory, which happened to be their investment in Yiwan, so his interest greatly increased. He sat down where he could hear it but was not in the circle.
The Yi Bend Index is approaching 10,000 points.
This value makes people crazy, and also makes some people become wary.
Bai Hao listened carefully. He wanted to hear how outsiders discussed Yiwan's current economic situation.
The wine glass was empty, Bai Hao didn't go to get it anymore, and listened quietly.
At this time, a young man of the same age as Bai Hao sat on the sofa next to Bai Hao. At the same time, he waved to the waiter and got a glass of wine for himself.
While the young man was waiting for the waiter to come, he looked at Bai Hao.
Wearing a simple sweatshirt, a Bulls wide-brimmed hat, and the most popular toad glasses in the beautiful country, he looked like he had just returned from a trip to the beautiful country.
The waiter bent down beside Bai Hao and placed the tray beside Bai Hao: "Sir?"
"Thank you." Bai Hao thanked him and picked up a glass of wine.
At this time, the young man sitting on the sofa next to Bai Hao spoke: "You don't seem to be a local, I have never seen you. Uncle Zheng's investment vision is excellent, and I often listen to his experience."
Bai Hao smiled and nodded.
The young man stretched out his hand: "My surname is Li, please call me Mr. Li."
Just by claiming this, Bai Hao could see the pride of the other party.
Before Bai Hao could introduce himself, he continued: "Investment is a science. I have money on hand recently that I can't invest, and I'm very confused."
mad!
This was Bai Hao's first reaction.
Bai Hao asked casually: "That must be a lot of money."
"About 100 million."
"A beautiful knife?"
Mr. Li was stunned for a moment: "In Xiangjiang, we use Xiangjiang coins to express values."
"Oh!" Bai Hao responded and stopped talking.
Mr. Li asked: "How much money do you want to invest? I can give you some advice."
"A few billions. Probably." Bai Hao added the word "roughly."
Just kidding.
Mr. Li said in his heart that even he dare not say that he can withdraw billions of Xiangjiang coins at any time.
Bai Hao turned his head and added another word: "Beautiful knife!"
Mr. Li's face changed slightly. He didn't believe it, even if he killed him, he wouldn't believe it.
Just as Mr. Li was about to test it out, the door of the reception opened and someone walked in. The man who talked about investment stopped talking, and many people were ready to greet him.
But who would have thought that the person who came in was wearing high-heeled shoes, his face was cold, and he walked in very quickly.
Go straight to Bai Hao's position.
Some people can enter this reception without an invitation letter.
It's not that the reception didn't send her an invitation, but that the organizer of the reception wasn't sure whether the other party would appreciate her and give her the face.
Gwen Rhys Solace!
She belongs to such a person.
With a trace of anger, Gwen Reese walked up to Bai Hao: "Bai, you are wrong to do this."
"Ah!" Bai Hao still didn't know what was going on.
Gwen Reese said: "For an investment of more than 20 billion U.S. dollars, you and my uncle Mo Sanke bypassed me and even posted money in the account I managed. You are going too far."
Bai Hao quickly stood up and handed over the wine glass in his hand: "Don't blame me for this, I really don't know. I talked about some topics with Mo Sanke and Kent, but then I didn't participate anymore.
Among them, I am the only one with an investment of less than US$500 million, so I really have nothing to do with the rest."
"You..." Gwen Reese was very angry.
In her heart, she believed that her family still treated her as a child and did not have the ability to stand alone.
Gwen Reese snatched Bai Hao's wine glass and drank it in one gulp: "I need a reasonable explanation."
Bai Hao thought for a while and made a gesture of invitation.
A waiter immediately ran over to guide the two of them into the small box.
After entering the small box, Bai Hao no longer smiled, but became very serious: "Quantum is just the person who handles this matter, and the real operator behind it is Francis. I am warning you very seriously,
Put away your temper. If you don't give in, your grandfather will be embarrassed. Now think about how to end it."
Gwen Reese smiled faintly and lost his aggressive expression: "My grandfather asked me to come here and let this news out to a limited extent. He looked for you an hour ago, but he couldn't contact you and talk to you.
That's why I was asked to come over. Two hours ago, things took a new turn."
"What changes?"
"Xiaoxing from Nanbang has just started to dismantle the DRAM production line. According to the progress, he has just finished dismantling the main equipment, and some damage has occurred. We believe that there is an insider involved, because less than half an hour after the accident, the DRAM of Japan Island started to disassemble.
Prices have been increased across the board, by about seven times.”
After hearing the news, Bai Hao was also shocked.
Anyone who hears this will think that the little Japanese is up to something.
Bai Hao asked: "So, what's the attitude around Nanbang's little star, and put it back on again?"
Gwen Reese shook his head: "It can't be put back together. The core parts are damaged. If you order it now, it will take at least a year. It can be said that there are no more than three companies in the world that can put this equipment back into use within half a year.
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Bai Hao cursed: "I paid for these bastards."
Gwen Reese did not answer, only said: "Now, the news that my grandfather just wants Nanbang to borrow money has caused speculation among the outside world."
Bai Hao understood that this was forcing the Nanbang people to cut their flesh, and then forcing Japano to the point where they would not have to fight the Nanbang people again.
The money is still in the air and the equipment has been dismantled.
Nanbang people need to make up their mind as soon as possible, give up some, and then pay a high price to get the CPU production line, technology, process, distribution contract, etc. provided by the beautiful country.
As for Wajima, facing the abandonment and production change of Nanbangren, they stopped competing in DRAM. The next move may determine their future life or death.
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Today I went out in the morning, had a wedding banquet at noon, and then drove nearly 100 kilometers home. I have been thinking about how to revise that chapter.
My head hurts.
Then, the most direct impact is...
Got stuck.
It doesn’t matter if it’s stuck.
All kinds of self-doubt, all kinds of worries, all kinds of random thoughts.
However, I believe that I will be able to come up with a good idea tomorrow.
The hardest thing about coding is not the coding, but the thinking.
