Li Wan suddenly turned around. There were no traces of tears on her face. She clearly had the tough face of a strong woman. She said to the host in an unquestionable tone: "Wait a minute, there are still important people not present...com"
There was an uproar in the multi-function hall. Nie Wanlong, who was sitting at the VIP table, still kept a warm smile and remained unmoved. Vice President Wei waved his hand gently, and two capable assistants had already quietly gone downstairs to observe the situation.
The Hummer convoy was escorted by police motorcycles and arrived in front of the Xuan Palace Hotel. The motorcycle policeman lifted his helmet visor, saluted the person in the first Hummer, turned around and left. Then there was a sound of opening and closing the car door, and ten
Yu Ming, a strong man wearing a black BDU combat uniform, a bulletproof vest and a Kevlar helmet, jumped out of the Humvee. In his hand was a Type 97 riot gun, and the index finger of a half-finger tactical glove was placed on it very professionally.
On the trigger guard, curved sunglasses blocked their cold eyes. The hotel doorman even wanted to come over and help open the door. Seeing their demeanor, he was so frightened that he hid behind the door.
The gunmen in black quickly occupied a strategic position at the entrance of the hotel, forming a cordoned off area that strictly prohibited anyone from entering or exiting. Then a group of capable young people successively lifted more than a dozen huge snakeskin bags from the car, each of which was
It's so bulging, I don't know what's inside.
After all the things were moved, Liu Ziguang got out of the first extended Hummer, holding a little boy with a tiger-like head in his arms. His dark skin looked particularly healthy. The little guy was lying on Liu Ziguang's body as if he was very intimate, and then
An old man came out of the car again, wearing a double-breasted gray polyester suit with the trademark still hanging on the cuffs. He also had a military schoolbag slung across his body and a pair of yellowed Jiefang shoes on his feet. The trousers were rolled up, and he looked like an old farmer.
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Liu Ziguang pointed to the third floor: "That's it."
The old man spat thick phlegm on the clean marble floor unscrupulously and said: "Babys, come on!"
A group of strong young men carried the snakeskin bags and, escorted by gunmen in black, filed into the hotel door. They transported the big bags three times in full view of everyone before they finished transporting them.
In the multi-purpose hall on the third floor, everyone was stunned and speechless. Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and brought so many snakeskin bags. What on earth is going on? There was a buzz in the audience.
, the host spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face, indicating that he also knew nothing.
Only Li Wan knew that these people were reinforcements called by Liu Ziguang. She calmly came to her seat and sat down. She glanced at Nie Wanlong, who was still calm and calm on the surface, intentionally or unintentionally. The challenge in her eyes was self-evident.
Vice President Wei came up and whispered to Nie Wanlong: "It's a license plate from Shanxi. It looks like it's a group of coal bosses."
Nie Wanlong also whispered: "Check their background and where they are from. Don't be frightened by their bluff."
Vice President Wei took the order and left. At this time, Liu Ziguang and the old man also entered the venue. When Li Wan saw the little boy about the same age as Xiao Cheng that Liu Ziguang was holding, he immediately understood that it was still him.
This little boy was the Shanxi child who was rescued at the same time as Xiao Cheng. They quickly returned to their hometown. Unexpectedly, a year later, they would reappear in Jiangbei City.
Seeing the real master coming, the host rushed to greet him and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man said nothing and looked at Liu Ziguang, who said, "I'm here for a meeting."
"But these pockets..." the host said, pointing to the mountains of woven bags on the stage. These pockets have different colors and shapes. Some have red and blue stripes, some are white snakeskin bags, and some have the word "urea" printed on them.
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The old man glared: "This is the money I brought. Children, open it and show it to them."
The young men opened their pockets and revealed the brand-new RMB inside. They were all piles of money tied with hundred-yuan bills. There were ten bundles in each pile, and each bundle was worth 100,000 yuan, which was almost three million yuan in one bag.
There was an uproar in the audience, and even Nie Wanlong's eyelids twitched. There were three million in one pocket, and thirty million in ten pockets. The twelve pockets they brought were about close to forty million in cash.
A total of 40 million in cash was transported thousands of miles from Shanxi in a snakeskin bag. Are these people crazy?
Nie Wanlong took off his gold-plated light glasses and wiped them carefully with suede. He quickly thought about the plan in his mind. In fact, 40 million in cash was not a lot. This big development was well prepared. The bank loan alone would be enough.
Fifty million, plus more than 40 million of its own funds, is already a scale of hundreds of millions. These Shanxi bumpkins coming to join in the fun will only make the acquisition more difficult. It is not that easy to make a complete comeback.
But what cannot be ignored is the psychological impact that the piles of cash have on the shareholders present. This is more shocking than the illusory string of zeros on the check. They are all cash. With real money in front of you, who can
Don't be tempted.
In fact, the psychology of the large and small shareholders of Zhicheng Company is undergoing drastic changes. It is obvious to all that Zhicheng Group's performance has been booming. The recent difficulties are only caused by the break of the capital chain. In fact, the overall structure of the company is still healthy.
Yes, it only requires a large amount of capital injection to bring it back to life.
It is already clear which side these Shanxi regulars are on. They are here to protect the market. With such a wealthy person protecting the market, why should they worry about the stocks in their hands turning into waste paper?
Hou Zhenye, who was sitting in the crowd, was a little anxious. He took out his handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his neck. Things suddenly changed and he didn't know what to do. When his eyes met Mr. Nie's at the VIP table,
When they were together, Mr. Nie winked at him, and Hou Zhenye understood. He coughed dryly and said to the person next to him: "It's bad this time. Our company in Jiangbei City is going to be bought by outsiders. According to me,
Even if it is sold to a large development company, it will not be cheap for outsiders."
Someone immediately took up the conversation and said, "Yes, the large-scale development projects are also local companies after all, so the wealth does not go to outsiders."
With tens of millions of interests at stake, these shareholders were not that easy to fool. They ignored Hou Zhenye's instigation at all, and stared straight at what was happening on the stage with both eyes.
Liu Ziguang Shiran walked onto the stage, took the microphone from the host's hand and said: "Hello, fellow shareholders, today is a good day. Our sincere shareholders are gathered together. Taking this opportunity, I would like to announce good news to you.
I will inject RMB 200 million into the company to achieve the goal of increasing capital and shares, expanding scale and improving competitiveness. Let us work hand in hand to strive for a better tomorrow for Zhicheng Group."
The audience was in a state of shock. All the confidence that had collapsed due to the rumors was restored. With the capital injection of 200 million yuan, the future of Zhicheng Group will certainly be better. This is something that even fools know. If you think about selling stocks at this time,
Wouldn't that be a problem for your wallet?
Seeing that his carefully prepared plan was ruined, Nie Wanlong finally couldn't sit still. He was just about to stand up and say a few words. Hou Zhenye in the audience was the first to attack. Lawyer Hou asked plausibly: "You said there are 200 million yuan.
Who can prove that the money you brought is not enough for 200 million? Do you think we don’t know how to count?”
After saying that, he looked around, expecting to receive support, but no one responded to him. A pair of eager eyes stared at Liu Ziguang and the gold and silver sea around him.
Liu Ziguang smiled disdainfully: "Isn't this Mr. Hou Zhenye Hou, a full-time lawyer of China Development Bank? When did you become a shareholder of Zhicheng? Well, let's ignore your identity for now. Let me answer your questions. In fact,
I said the figure of 200 million was conservative, the funds I brought were more than 200 million."
As he spoke, he personally untied a smaller snakeskin bag, took out a thick stack of bills from it and shook his head, saying: "See, ICBC's fixed-amount promissory notes are as easy to pay on sight as cash. Each denomination is
Fifty thousand yuan, I don’t have time to count the exact amount, so let’s take a look.”
There was another burst of exclamation from the audience. It was a big stack of promissory notes. These alone were at least five or six million. What’s more, there were still a few snakeskin bags that were not opened. Everyone present was also surprised.
They were the upper class people in Jiangbei City, and they had at least seen some of the world. Even so, they still opened their mouths in shock, stared at each other in shock.
Nie Wanlong sneered, and just as he was about to say something, Vice President Wei came, leaned over and whispered: "We found it, it's the Jiao family in Shanxi."
Nie Wanlong from the Jiao family in Shanxi shook his head gently: "I've never heard of it."
Vice President Wei said: "The Jiao family controls Shanxi's coke industry. If his old man stamps his foot, the world's coke market will tremble. Mr. Nie, we can't afford to fight..."
Nie Wanlong nodded and left the scene without saying a word. On the way out, the assistant took the cashmere coat and tried to help Mr. Nie put it on, but he pushed him away. As you can imagine, Mr. Nie, who used to be gentle and gentle, became so rude.
How strong is the anger in my heart.
It has always been Nie Wanlong's dream to defeat the Zhicheng Group and become the leader in the real estate development industry in Jiangbei City. This acquisition took a lot of energy from him. In fact, he started operating it when he returned to the high-slope land from large-scale development.
, he deliberately spit out this hard nut that he couldn't swallow, so that the Zhicheng Group took an advantage, but it was actually a poisonous trick.
Despite all odds, he finally fell short. Not only did he spend a lot of energy and financial resources, but he also failed to live up to Secretary Li's high expectations. Nie Wanlong sighed, got into the Bentley and left quietly. At this time, the reporters were digging for news in the multi-purpose hall.
, when Mr. Nie left, not a single media friend was present.
The multi-function hall has turned into a sea of joy. Mr. Li announced on the spot that he would host a banquet for shareholders at noon at the Xuan Palace Hotel. A large group of reporters gathered around, but were blocked by Wei Ziqian. Li Wan looked at Liu Ziguang with a smile and said: "Why?
I won’t introduce you to this old gentleman.”
The old man smiled and said: "No matter what you introduce, they are all from us. Our Zhuzi has already recognized Xiao Liu as his godfather."