Jiangxi cuisine is a type of Gan cuisine, which is one of the most distinctive in the vast territory of China. It is not only salty, spicy, but also pays attention to the original flavor, that is, the cooking method uses the umami flavors of the raw materials to penetrate each other, supplemented by appropriate cooking methods.
Seasonings are used to highlight the original flavor of the main ingredients.
The Zhou family was rich, and a banquet for only five people was served. Eighteen hot dishes and eight cold dishes were served, and then the little foreign girl turned into a country bumpkin and ate happily. However, in addition to the foreign country buns, there were also other people this time.
There was an additional local Chinese bumpkin, and Supervisor Fatty Liu, who had long been tired of eating military rations, also opened his cheeks and munched.
Boss Zhou couldn't bear to look at Fatty Liu and glanced at Fatty Liu several times. He finally understood why this guy could still eat so much at this age. He was definitely a foodie.
Mr. Fan's head almost dropped to the plate in front of him. Miss Laura, that's all. Any foreigner who shows enthusiasm for Chinese food will only increase the pride of the Chinese people.
But Commander Liu, you are like this... Where has the former commander Liu, who was so wise and powerful in killing enemies like chickens, gone? Are you too involved in the drama? Even if you are too involved in the drama, you still own a steel manufacturing factory.
Give me the title of manager! Can you be a little more reserved and give me the piece of bacon that my brother just fell in love with? Your chopsticks almost took away the entire plate.
The meal ended with the little foreign girl and Liu Tuanzuo rubbing their bellies while the two rich men glared at each other.
After three rounds of tea after the meal, I saw that the fat subordinate who was already a little lazy still had no intention of leaving. Zhou Chunwen, who was quite helpless because the North was too informal, finally spoke, "Boss Fan Xudong and Zhou are about the same age. Mr. Fan, why are you doing this?"
Nephew, then Zhou asked me to call you my nephew. I wonder, nephew, why did you bring Miss Laura to visit today? "
"My nephew and Miss Laura came to visit Uncle Zhou today. Actually, they wanted to discuss business with Uncle Zhou." Fan Ziran immediately hit the snake and followed the stick, and the titles became intimate.
"Oh? I don't know which business it is. If Zhou can help, he will spare no effort." Zhou Chunwen said calmly with a clear look on his face.
"I wonder if Uncle Zhou still remembers that my nephew once mentioned the name of Huashang Group?"
"Appreciate further details."
"The Huashang Group is a joint stockholding of thirty-three companies in Peking..." Fan Ziran did not hesitate to explain his purpose, but instead introduced the Huashang Group in detail.
"Including six subsidiaries and overseas investment companies, the total share capital exceeds 30 million yuan..." Zhou Chunwen could no longer maintain his composure, with a look of horror on his face.
Although the capital of more than 30 million yuan sounds extremely shocking, what is shocking is not only this, but that the Rothschild family represented by the little foreign girl actually invested 8 million US dollars, of which only a mere 100 million US dollars was invested.
Nine-thirds of the shares. This is really an unimaginable thing.
Most Chinese people probably don't know much about the Rothschild family in the United States of America, but Zhou Chunwen, who is involved in mineral exports and has dealt with Westerners a lot, has heard of the reputation of this family that is good at investing. Their banking industries and factories are all over the Americas and the United States.
Europe is the leading financial giant in North America.
How could such a family suffer such a huge loss by investing in a Chinese consortium? Could it be that Huashang Group has a deeper background?
Of course, there is another possibility for this counter-intuitive statement. He was deceived. Whether it is this unscientific statement or Fan Ziran himself, it is possible that it is nonsense.
However, as a Jiangxi businessman who has been doing business for decades, how could Zhou Chunwen be fooled so easily? As for Fan Ziran's identity, he had already asked the manager of the Shanghai branch to contact the Fan family after receiving Fan Ziran's invitation.
The manager in Shanghai confirmed that the eldest son of the Fan family had arrived in Nanchang and had told Fan Xudong that he would visit the Zhou family.
"Then you are looking for Zhou?" Zhou Chunwen asked, trying his best to hide the confusion on his face.
"Because the mining business you run, Uncle Zhou, overlaps with the business of our steel manufacturing plant, let me, Manager Liu of Huashang Group, discuss these professional issues with you, Uncle Zhou. What he said is equivalent to what my uncle said.
"Yes." Fan Ziran pushed Manager Liu, who was still hiccuping after eating, to the front desk.
Secretly taking a breath of cold air, Zhou Chunwen Shang looked squarely at Liu Lang with two mustaches for the first time. The previous doubts about why Liu Lang was so ignorant and why Fan Ziran didn't blame him for his indecent appearance were finally solved at this moment.
Fan Ziran made it very clear just now. This unassuming manager Liu Shang Liu can represent not him, but Fan Xudong who is far in the north. It can be imagined that his power of speech is great. At least, his authority is not under Fan Ziran's.
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Could it be that this is a person with extremely strong abilities? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it. The only explanation is that the background of Manager Liu Shang Liu is also not small.
"Boss Zhou, on behalf of Huashang Group, I invite you to become a shareholder." Liu Lang bared his teeth and smiled brightly.
The language was so direct that Zhou Chunwen, who was secretly observing Liu Lang, almost choked to death with a sip of tea.
Although he had expected it, Liu Lang asked Zhou Chunwen without any foreshadowing. How should he answer?
This guy doesn’t seem like someone who knows how to do business! Business shouldn’t be the same as between men and women? We need to do some testing first, and then we can discuss it in depth when both parties feel that they can hook up? Even if it’s possible.
We were just going to visit a brothel, how could you come straight to the point and say, let’s take off our clothes and go to bed?
"Ahem, before discussing this issue, I would like to take the liberty of asking Miss Laura why such a heavy investment only accounts for 9% of the shares of Huashang Group?" Zhou Chunwen did not answer Liu Lang directly, but turned his gaze to
Throw yourself at the little foreign girl.
"Because Huashang Group has the potential that the Ross family thinks is worthy of investment. The reason why there are few large shares to invest is because Manager Liu is too shady." The little foreign girl replied seriously, and then glanced at Liu Lang sadly.
One glance.
Liu Lang...I am the fucking victim, okay?
Zhou Chunwen... why did he smell a strong smell of adultery? No, I must have thought wrong. The beautiful princess of the Rose family would not have such a strong taste.
While he was speechless, he strengthened his inner judgment.
Sure enough, this is a fat man with a good background. Otherwise, how could the Ross family be willing to suffer the consequences of a sinister Chinese fat man?
"Of course, this is the reason why our Ross family is willing to be persuaded by Manager Liu." Seeing Liu Lang's speechless expression, the little foreign girl couldn't help but pursed her lips in amusement, took out a pen and paper, and wrote something crooked
The Chinese characters were placed in front of Zhou Chunwen.
"Sulfonamide? What is this?" Zhou Chunwen asked in surprise, after trying hard to recognize it for a long time and trying not to read the words in white.
Is this some kind of precious mineral?
"No, this is an antibacterial drug that is miraculous against pneumonia, plague, and influenza." The little foreign girl replied seriously.
"Poke Omu Liang..." Along with Zhou Chunwen's Nanchang slang that no one could understand, the tea cup he was holding fell to the ground with a "bang".