Chapter 34 The Protagonist and the Supporting Actors
Intercontinental Hotel Xiangjiang.
Surrounded by seven or eight people, two middle-aged people walked into the restaurant with a smile. Listening carefully, whether they were a thin middle-aged man with thick eyebrows or a middle-aged man as fat as a Buddha but with sharp eyes, the two
Everyone speaks authentic Mandarin.
The breakfast was huge, with every choice you could imagine, and all of good quality.
A capable young man guided the two middle-aged people to sit down at the seats facing the sea, and then went to get breakfast. A cursory look showed that the breakfast on the two middle-aged people's tables was mainly pasta.
In addition to the fruits, it is just a simple bowl of wonton noodles.
"It's better to drink soup and water when you wake up in the morning. It nourishes your stomach and makes you feel comfortable." He said with a smile.
Another fatter middle-aged man also laughed, "I have been coming to Xiangjiang for more than ten years, and I still can't convince my stomach that it is best to have a bowl of millet porridge or cornmeal porridge and a few fried dough sticks in the morning..."
"You Shanhai people are good at this." The thin middle-aged man also smiled.
The seven or eight attendants did not come to this table to disturb the conversation between the two, but sat at another table far away.
"Real estate is a major trend now. This year, the Prime Minister emphasized that real estate should be made a pillar industry. We, China Transport, have invested in COSCO Real Estate, which can be regarded as laying the first foothold in the capital." The fat middle-aged man picked up a shrimp dumpling.
"Everyone is paying attention to real estate now. From ministries and commissions to enterprises, they all want to make a pot of gold in it."
"To make money, one of the missions of a company is to expand profits, and we must also be responsible to our shareholders," the fat middle-aged man smiled, "Not just us, many Chinese companies are trying to squander the land."
These two middle-aged men have ordinary looks but extraordinary identities. The fat middle-aged man is the director of Xiangjiang Zhongyun and the deputy general manager Lao Ning. The thin middle-aged man is the vice chairman of the Housing and Construction Bank.
Chen Songpu.
"I recently paid attention to a list published in Forbes magazine in the United States." Chen Songpu said with a smile.
"Your brother is studying in the party school and has never heard anything outside the window. This list must be a few months old," Lao Ning said with a smile. The window was bright and clean, and outside the window was the boundless sea, with surging golden waves and dotted sailing ships. "The list is
The list is not necessarily accurate, but it has indeed caused a sensation in the world. It is worthy of being a long-established financial magazine, targeting China, and making extraordinary moves from the very beginning."
"It may not matter whether the list is accurate or not, but this list successfully reflects the changes taking place in our country, and also reflects an economic development trend and people's attitude towards getting rich," Chen Songpu said in front of him.
The noodles had been eaten, and he didn't let go of the soup inside. He drank it one mouthful at a time. The hot soup went into his stomach and felt very comfortable. "However, I heard that this rich list was not written by Forbes."
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"Oh, who is that?" Lao Ning asked.
"A young man is currently working on another list, the Top 100 Real Estate Companies in China, and is now sincerely inviting naming rights." Chen Songpu actually laughed at the end.
"Naming rights?" Lao Ning also laughed.
"It was invested in various banks. It is said that domestic and foreign banks have invested in it. In addition, this list will not be published by Forbes this time. It has found a new owner - Time Magazine."
"Then this naming right belongs to you." Lao Ning picked up a napkin, "Let's not talk about whether this list is accurate, but we rushed to publish it in Time Magazine, and we also have to win this naming right. How big is this?
Advertising!”
"I think so too. A year's advertising on CCTV costs more than three million yuan. How can advertising in the Times be less than this number?" Chen Songpu said with a smile.
At some point, a capable young man stood behind Feng Songpu and whispered, "Mr. Feng called and said that various banks are trying to contact this person and there may be changes."
"Then eliminate the variables." Chen Songpu drank the last sip of soup in the bowl, "I don't care what method she uses to contact her, I only care about the results."
The young man agreed, took out his mobile phone, walked to a corner of the restaurant and started making calls.
"Times magazine has a great influence internationally, but it has little understanding of ordinary people." As a friend for many years, Lao Ning still reminded Chen Songpu.
"When we get the naming rights, we naturally want to maximize the benefits and let these real estate companies and ordinary people know that if they want to buy a house, go to CCB."
"Brother, you knew how to do it when you were a student at Shandong University." Lao Ning smiled, "How is Feng Wanmei doing in Shanghai?"
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In Xiangjiang, people are having breakfast, in a hotel facing the sea where spring flowers are blooming. In Shanghai, there are people having breakfast, under the parasol trees with falling leaves in autumn.
After studying in Shanghai for four years, Peng Bo always believed that the place with the parasol trees above his head was Shanghai.
Walking on these fallen sycamore leaves, there is a rustling sound. A falling sycamore leaf may bring the cool autumn wind all night, or it may bring the astonishing fragrance of osmanthus.
"Ah'er scallion pancake, it's very delicious. Try it." Peng Bo handed the pancake to Heinwei, who sniffed it and said, "It's so fragrant."
"My appetite has adapted to Shanghai's food, and I'm a new Shanghainese." Peng Bo also took one himself, but he burped after eating the food all the way and eating too fast.
On the way, he received a phone call from someone from Japan. Peng Bo hiccupped and did not agree to meet.
After walking all the way, I finally found a stall and drank a bowl of salty soy milk to suppress the hiccups.
He burped all the way, and Heinwei also laughed all the way, "Today is the weekend, Donald, come with me to church."
Peng Bo looked at Heinwei. Among the golden fallen leaves, the autumn wind blew through her long hair, covering her eyes as deep as the sea.
Xujiahui Catholic Church.
This is a European medieval Gothic building with red brick walls, white stone columns, blue-gray slate roof, and two Gothic bell towers towering into the sky.
He and Heinwei got out of the car and looked up at the cross in mid-air, feeling quite holy and majestic. "Heinwei, the church is built so high. Do you think the distance between the world and God is getting closer or farther?"
On weekends, there are many people in the church, and there are many believers in the church. Peng Bo could only ask in a low voice regarding his somewhat presumptuous question.
"Standing in the church, this is the closest distance to God." Heinwei looked at the cross on the church. The cross looked like a roulette - life is like driving a roulette.
"But this time, I am not going to give this list to Citigroup, Heinwei." Peng Bo knew clearly about Heinwei's purpose of coming, and Heinwei didn't mention it, so he had to mention it.
Seeing his apologetic look, Heinwei breathed a sigh of relief. Business is business and friendship is friendship. The two cannot be confused. She didn't want to get in between Joseph and Peng Bo, making things difficult for others and even more difficult for herself.
"But this list is not for Citigroup? Then why send a fax to Citigroup?" This is a key question.
"I'll explain it to you later." Seeing that Hei Yinwei was not in a hurry, Peng Bo also relaxed, "I sent faxes to all the foreign banks in Shanghai. Including domestic banks, I asked Wu Qianyu to send faxes in total.
I received more than seventy faxes, but Heinwei, you have to know that just like acting, there must always be a protagonist and a supporting role."
Protagonist and supporting character?
Heyinwei wanted to ask, but Peng Bo's phone rang again. It was a woman's voice on the phone. The voice was very tactful and soft, but Peng Bo did not agree to meet her. After the other party's tens of millions of pleas, Peng Bo finally
Reluctantly agreed.
"I'm at Xujiahui Catholic Church. Okay, can you please come over?" After hanging up the phone, he smiled at Heinwei, "The protagonist is here. Oh, by the way, the supporting role is also going to appear. By the way, that Japanese guy