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19, sell me

The next day.

After Hu Shuo sent Zuo Zuo off, he went directly to Feng Haibo's company.

In order to maintain his reputation, this guy opened his company in a prime location in Jiangcheng. Because of this, it is not far from Beixing Kindergarten, which is about a twenty-minute drive.

After parking the car, Hu Shuo entered Jinhui Building with ease.

Feng Haibo's company rents half a floor on the seventh floor of the building, and the annual rent is hundreds of thousands.

The elevator door opened, and a large logo appeared in front of Hu Shuo's eyes. It was a cartoon pattern of waves, with the four characters "Dabo Entertainment" written below in blue fonts that fit the occasion.

People who were familiar with Feng Haibo called him "Big Bo", so he used his nickname as the name of his company. However, Hu Shuo always felt that this guy's motives were not so pure.

Maybe Hu Shuo arrived too early, and the receptionist of Dabo Entertainment hadn't arrived yet. However, there were three or four people in the office chatting away.

"Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Hu Shuo walking into the company, a young man wearing a trendy T-shirt glanced at Hu Shuo warily.

"Looking for your Mr. Feng." Hu Shuo said.

"Mr. Feng is not here!" the young man replied coldly.

"Not there?"

Hu Shuo frowned: "He clearly told me that he had arrived at the company."

With that said, Hu Shuo took out his mobile phone and was about to call Feng Haibo, but at this time, the young man had a look of surprise on his face: "Are you Mr. Hu?"

"Well"

Hu Shuo was stunned for a moment. Ever since he went home to take care of his baby, he had never heard anyone call him Mr. Hu. He was a little confused when he heard someone call him that.

"My surname is Hu."

Hu Shuo replied lightly.

"Oh, Mr. Feng is waiting for you in the office, come with me."

The young man put on a smile and led Hu Shuo through the public office area to the innermost office.

At this time, Feng Haibo was feeding fish in the office. Based on the saying that raising fish does not raise twins, he raised three valuable "golden dragons", saying that they could attract wealth. However, the result did not seem to be ideal. Otherwise, Hu Shuo would be here today.

It won't appear here anymore.

"Brother Shuo, you are so early!"

Seeing Hu Shuo walking into the office, Feng Haibo quickly put down what he was doing, came over and gave him a hug, and then told the young man: "Let Xiaoling get me two cups of coffee."

"Okay."

The young man nodded and turned away.

"Brother Shuo, sit down and chat."

Feng Haibo pointed to the leather sofa in the office with a smile on his face.

Hu Shuo was not polite and sat down. Then he glanced at Feng Haibo's office. Judging from the decoration of the office, it seemed quite artistic.

On the bookshelf are rows of Chinese and foreign classics as well as various best-selling books. Two good-looking calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall. On the boss's desk are traditional pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and a stack of rice paper.

There is also a unique incense burner in the corner of the room, so that the room is filled with a faint scent of books.

"Brother Shuo, do you think my company is OK?"

Feng Haibo sat opposite Hu Shuo and said with a smile.

"Yeah, not bad."

Hu Shuo nodded slightly.

"What do you mean it's okay? It's quite good!" Feng Haibo emphasized.

Hu Shuo curled his lips and ignored him, then asked straight to the point: "Tell me, how much debt does the company have?"

"Debt?"

"Are you kidding? There is no debt!" Feng Haibo shook his head decisively.

Hu Shuo rolled her eyes at him: "If you don't tell me the truth, do you still want to sell this company?"

"This is it"

Feng Haibo rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "The debt is still a little bit. Which company can have no debt now? However, it is very small, that is, two or three hundred thousand."

Hu Shuo said nothing, staring intently into Feng Haibo's eyes.

"Uh, it could be five or six hundred thousand."

Feng Haibo frowned and his eyes flickered.

Hu Shuo remained silent and silently took out a cigarette. Seeing this, Feng Haibo quickly took a lighter and helped light the cigarette with a diligent look. At the same time, he muttered: "Eight or nine hundred thousand, it should be less than one hundred."

Ten thousand."

"Tell you about the company's finances and bring me the account books. I want to check them!"

Hu Shuo took a puff of smoke.

"this"

Feng Haibo scratched his head, then waved his hand and sighed: "Brother Shuo, Brother Shuo, I'm convinced. You said that your Mr. Yang is in charge of such a big Wanli Group, and I'm still missing three melons and two dates."

, you go back and say hello to her, and if you just take over my company, that’s the end of it~!”

Hearing this, Hu Shuo couldn't help but roll his eyes at Feng Haibo: "With a company like yours, do you think Wanli Group would want to take a step back? Even if they plan to acquire you, they still have to clear their accounts. Can you hide the debt issue?"

""

Feng Haibo was speechless. It took him a long time before he said, "Brother Shuo, do you think my company has no chance of being acquired by Wanli Group?"

"Wanli Pictures is about to go bankrupt, why are we still buying your company?" Hu Shuo said truthfully.

"Uh, is this a thing?"

Feng Haibo frowned, his eyes full of disappointment.

"If you want to sell your company, tell the truth quickly and don't waste time."

Hu Shuo said while blowing smoke rings.

Feng Haibo slumped his shoulders and leaned back on the sofa, sighing: "Brother, I really can't run the business anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sell the company. Now there is no money in the company's books, and

Nearly two million in debt."

"How much exactly?"

Hu Shuo could feel that Feng Haibo must be telling the truth this time.

"You really have to ask the finance department for the specific amount. It's about more than 1.8 million." Feng Haibo said and directly took his mobile phone and sent a message to the company's finance department, asking the other party to tally the company's accounting situation and then send it to his

office.

At this moment, Feng Haibo's secretary Sun Lingling walked in with two cups of coffee.

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Hu, your coffee."

Sun Lingling put two cups of coffee in front of the two of them with a smile.

"Thanks."

Hu Shuo thanked her, and Feng Haibo then ordered: "Xiaoling, go back and bring us the list of artists and profiles of our company."

"OK."

Sun Lingling smiled and nodded.

Not long after, she brought over a folder, which contained the list of Dabo Entertainment artists and personal information.

Feng Haibo was also very ambitious when he founded Dabo Entertainment. He planned to build an entertainment empire of his own, so he signed a dozen young actors, several of whom were students at school.

"Brother Shuo, although my company has a lot of debt, the artists I signed have great potential. Currently, these people's contracts with the company still have nearly two years."

Feng Haibo said while flipping through his company's artist information.

Hu Shuo also took a few glances. Judging from the photos attached to the information, several of them looked really good.

"How many contracted artists does the company have in total?" Hu Shuo asked.

"Twelve, no, if you include me, it should be thirteen!"

When Feng Haibo spoke, he put on a look that he thought was very handsome. He has indeed been filming a lot in recent years, and he has also played two major male leads on the Internet. However, there was no splash in either of them. In terms of popularity, he can be regarded as

Proper 18-line small transparency.

"Brother Shuo, you also know that some people have money, and high-quality artists are rare resources. In addition, my company also has a professional shooting team and several shooting equipment, which are very valuable."

Feng Haibo is still trying his best to promote his company.

"Yeah." Hu Shuo nodded and asked, "Then how much are you going to sell it for?"

"Six million! It can't be any less!" Feng Haibo looked sincere, but he immediately changed to a puzzled face: "That's not right, didn't you say that Wanli Pictures is about to close down? Then my company

Who are you selling it to??”

Hearing this, Hu Shuo smiled softly and said calmly: "Sell me."


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