Peng Bo wasn't bothered by others guessing his intentions.
"Not only have I not considered foreign banks, I have also not considered domestic banks except this one. Of course, if there were not more than 70 banks contacting me, China Housing and Construction Bank would not be so willing to take out the money. If it were not for today
With Watanabe’s performance, the price will not rise to this level in the end.”
To be precise, these more than 70 banks are all shills, just to make the Housing and Construction Bank urgent and take action. Watanabe's performance today made him even more impressed. This Watanabe unintentionally created a self-unconscious flow.
Performance mode, of course, this kind of performance is without prior knowledge.
"Chinese people love to talk about human relationships. If I go directly to the China Construction Bank, they will think about it over and over again, and then ask someone to inquire about me, and the day lily will be cold."
"Daylily?" Heinway asked.
"Well, it's a Chinese dish," Peng Bo tried hard to explain, there were language differences and cultural differences. "In this city, you can find acquaintances just around the corner, and they won't take money easily." He could only do this.
Talk to Heinway.
"But as far as I know, China Construction Bank is not the top bank in China, why would you choose it?" Hei Yinwei finally got the idea.
"Ten days later, there will be a forum in Beijing, and the China Housing and Construction Bank will maximize the impact of this list." Peng Bo smiled.
In 1998, there were not yet numerous annual conferences of various forums. At this time, the forum was quite valuable. Participants included leaders of ministries and commissions, as well as big names in the industry. A list of the top 100 real estate companies was launched at this forum.
Shan's credibility and influence are self-evident.
"It's a pity, Watanabe..." Heinwei sighed. She was no longer a student in the school, and of course she knew about business methods. However, thinking of Watanabe's lost appearance and the fate of being a sitter for others, she couldn't bear it.
He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Don't worry, I will compensate you, and of course Citigroup."
The way of compensation is to sell the detailed information of the top 100 real estate companies to Citigroup again at the same price. Major domestic banks, investment funds, and investment companies are eyeing it. This can be regarded as an explanation to Heinwei.
Last time, Mu Ruilan was let off in front of her, and this time she was asked to play the role of a caretaker. Peng Bo also felt embarrassed.
The two were strolling through the streets of Shanghai in autumn, but when Watanabe returned to Sumitomo Bank, he met Seiji Yokoyama with a dark face.
Apology and self-blame are inevitable. Just when Watanabe was regretting his mistakes, his cell phone rang.
"Mr. Watanabe, the information on the top 100 real estate companies can be provided to Sumitomo," Peng Bo on the other end of the phone said in a sincere voice, "Among all the banks and funds in Shanghai, only you, Sumitomo and Citigroup, have access to this information."
Watanabe's face lit up, and he quickly covered the phone and reported to Hengshan, "How much does it cost?" Hengshan stood up from his seat.
"The price to Citigroup is US$50,000, and you also pay the same price."
Yokoyama Keiji thought about it and made a gesture to Watanabe.
Watanabe felt relieved and stood up straight, "Thank you, Mr. Peng. Thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner today..."
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In the new week, just waiting for the opening of the third China Real Estate Forum, reporters still have to do their job, and they have to do their best.
There is no need to work in a newspaper office, and there are no fixed commuting hours. You have to work whenever there is work. Generally, you make up for articles around 8 a.m., and you are busiest before 12 noon.
If the manuscript is not handed in by the deadline, the editor will urge it, and the manuscript will not be handed in until no one is waiting for it.
Jiang Yiying always jokes that life is measured by publication time.
Peng Bo doesn't like to stay up late, but if the deadline is right in front of him, even if he is very sleepy, he will not miss the mark. He will not wait for anyone to publish the publication, and he cannot let the page be affected by him.
Now he still maintains the strong fighting spirit of a new reporter, always asking himself to strive for excellence in every manuscript. After the last article on a foreign bank was published, it had a great impact. It was reprinted and commented on a lot. He has a great sense of accomplishment.
I couldn't help but take out the old newspaper and read it several times.
He had a big draft in the past few days, and he had stayed up several nights from discussing topic selection, deciding on a reporting plan, to interviewing various people, and writing the draft.
It's so weird, people don't get sleepy when the work is urgent. Thinking about the editor waiting, and the newspaper office also has process time, it will be faster if he can speed up. As a newcomer, he usually has to wait until he sees how the editor makes changes.
After sleeping, firstly, learn the editing techniques, and secondly, check whether the edited manuscript is different from what he originally intended, and be prepared in advance.
"Xiao Peng, Lao Li has something going on at home. I have a story to interview you." Jiang Yiying patted her shoulder. As a veteran reporter, most of her colleagues have bad cervical vertebrae.
"Okay, team leader." Peng Bo stood up and took out his camera. There were nine photographers in the newspaper office, and they were required to be able to take pictures as well.
These days, China's first cross-administrative branch of the Huaguo People's Bank of China, Shanghai Branch, was established. Today, all the leaders of the head office are here.
Peng Bo took a taxi and arrived at the hotel early, but he was still a step late. The favorable position was already firmly occupied by his colleagues, so he could only hesitate on the outside.
When reporters who knew him well saw him, they couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Peng, did you watch Huanzhugege last night? You couldn't get up."
Huanzhu is currently on the air, but it is not Peng Bo’s cup of tea.
"It's okay, Xiao Peng, I'll give you a photo later, don't worry."
…
Peng Bo smiled and waved his hand to express his gratitude. He looked at the hotel. The lobby was as spacious as ever, with spiral staircases on the left and right, leading up to the second floor.
Looking at the dark crowd of reporters in front of him, he looked at the camera on his chest and laughed out loud.
A little after nine o'clock, the leader finally arrived.
Many reporters swarmed up, and Shanghai and Shanghai staff and bank staff kept blocking the influx of reporters.
When there are crowds of people, the photos won’t be so clear and accurate.
"President Qiu!"
On the second floor, there was a sudden shout, which was very clear in this slightly noisy lobby. Several reporters were also standing around Peng Bo on the second floor. They were stunned when they heard his sudden shout. On this occasion, he
What to do?
President Qiu in the crowd also heard the shouts from the second floor, and saw Peng Bo's harmless smile. He also raised his head, smiled, and waved to the people upstairs...
Click——click——
There was the sound of the shutter clicking, and by the time the colleagues on the second floor reacted, President Qiu had already entered the elevator.
Peng Bo put down his camera as if nothing had happened and looked at his colleagues innocently.
"Is this okay?"
"Can you still shoot like this?"
"Hey, President, please walk slowly, I'm just a little bit close..."
Some colleagues did not react at all, while others reacted but the president had already entered the elevator. Everyone looked at the camera in their hands with a look of resentment.
"No, Xiao Peng, let's share it with everyone!"
…
"Sharing? They can only forward the National News Agency's articles," Editor-in-Chief Bao Zheng looked at the photo in his hand, "This is a great angle. Does he know you?"
"Oh, maybe I don't know him, but I know him." Peng Bo joked.
"Who doesn't know him?" Bao Zheng also smiled, "Okay, hand it over to Lao Liu right away. By the way, don't you also have a real estate manuscript on hand? Next week, the real estate forum will open. Thank you for your hard work.