Material Empire

A suburban villa in Beijing.

In the large living room on the first floor, the heating was burning hot. Although it was snowy outside, the room was still warm as spring. Six or seven men were sitting crookedly on a circle of sofas placed around the middle. Some of them were holding cigarettes and some were listening to imported beer. Everyone's face showed a lazy, frivolous expression, as if everything in life could hardly arouse their interest.

"Zhenjiang brought a few of our brothers together. Are there any good deals?"

"I watched a show and Zhenjiang was well informed. I must have got some inside information."

"Last time, Zhenjiang gave our brother a few jobs to find the job. It was really fun. I made a few phone calls and left more than a thousand bags."

"In the past six months, I have been talking about the Southern Speech. There must have been a big move recently ..."

Everyone was exchanging ideas one after another, and suddenly they heard a slight sound of a car brake coming from the door. The guys all raised their ears, and their bodies were sitting up a bit. They looked at the door of the living room together.

The door opened, and with a gust of cold wind, the two men strode in. One of the first men appeared to be thirty-seven years old, with a spirit of bravery on his face. In late winter weather, he was only wearing a cotton shirt, a cashmere scarf hanging around his neck, and a thin-fitting trench coat. This dress is quite popular in the elite circles of Beijing nowadays. Compared with the furs of local upstarts, the taste is clear.

"Brothers are early. Sorry, I'm late." The man raised his hands and fists, and made a greeting gesture to everyone. Said with a smile. However, although he was sorry in his mouth, the expression on his face was quite arrogant, and apparently he didn't feel that he was late for anything remarkable.

"Zhenjiang, I am late to get a fine. I brought two cases of German dark beer today. I got them from the International Seamen's Club. Absolutely authentic." A man with his hair scalded into an "explosive volume" laughed and laughed. .

This late man is the protagonist that everyone just discussed. His name is Sun Zhenjiang. The title written on the business card is "Chairman of Zhenjiang Industrial Development Co., Ltd.". In slightly outdated terms, he, like everyone else in the house, belongs to the group that got rich first. How much his wealth is to the outside world. It has always been a mystery. The speed of his fortune, even in the entire capital, is a miracle.

Today in this room are all of Sun Zhenjiang's closest "relationships". They are either Sun Zhenjiang's youngsters, or Sun Zhenjiang's partners in the process of doing business. One thing these people have in common is that they have never done anything good for the country or society. Words such as profit, white wolves with empty gloves, etc., were invented for them, and they really put this spirit to the extreme.

"The matter of punishment is not urgent. I will introduce a friend to you first." Sun Zhenjiang smiled lightly. Then the person who came in behind him was shown to the crowd.

"This is Mr. Pittston, the chief financier of the US Meson Fund. He was a friend I met while studying in the United States. This time at my invitation. I came to China to help us do financial operations. Solemnly introduce.

Everyone naturally knows what Sun Zhenjiang said about studying in the United States. In fact, this is just that Sun Zhenjiang spent a few months in the United States out of arty needs, and then paid for a diploma and returned. Don't look at the institution that issued the diploma is just a pheasant university in the United States, but in the country, there is no suspense for this diploma to fool people. Ever since I got this diploma. Sun Zhenjiang Yan must say that his experience in the United States makes people feel like an experienced turtle.

"Hello everyone. I am very honored to work with you." The chief financier with a high nose and blue eyes greeted everyone, speaking unskilled Chinese.

"Welcome welcome, warm welcome." Everyone laughed grinning, and shouted the slogan of welcoming foreign guests who had practiced many times as a child. These years are no longer past, and foreigners are no longer rare creatures. When some of them go to the place to flicker, sometimes they also hire a blue-eyed foreigner from Beijing University as a "trust". According to their experience, as long as they have enough money, the foreigner is just as obedient.

"Mr. Pittston, please sit down first and talk to us about the steel." Sun Zhenjiang pointed his finger to a position on the sofa and greeted Pittston. He himself sat next to the "exploding roll" just now, and picked up a German dark beer.

"Liang Zi, I told you about raising money last time. How are you doing now?" Sun Zhenjiang opened the can of the can with a mouth, poured a sip of beer into his mouth, and asked the "explosion roll".

The name of the explosion was Liang Zhaohui, who grew up in a compound with Sun Zhenjiang. The two studied together, cut in line, and then returned to the city together. Sun Zhenjiang was bolder than Liang Zhaohui, and went to sea to earn his first bucket of gold. Later, he pulled Liang Zhaohui into the mall. After more than ten years, Liang Zhaohui himself earned over 100 million yuan of family property and lived an extremely luxurious life. For Sun Zhenjiang, Liang Zhaohui has always been obedient and obedient.

"Finished, I have prepared 50 million myself, and also found a few banks and negotiated 400 million." Liang Zhaohui said without reservation.

"Too few, you have to find a way to find a few more banks. Each of you has to get at least 1 billion, Beijing can't find it. You can go to the following provinces, where the current loan quota is very loose." Sun Zhenjiang said.

"Okay, I'll do it in a few days." Liang Zhaohui said, "Yes, Zhenjiang, what do you want us to raise so much money for, big? And how did you get an American to come? You don't know that I, like my dad, hate American devils the most. "

"Your dad, like my dad, is very old-fashioned. If it weren't for their fool to fight the Yankees, China would have been a developed country." Sun Zhenjiang said dismissively, "You have never been to the United States. I do n’t know how bullish others are, so let ’s not expect them to compare with others for a hundred years. I tell you, this buddy, I managed to invite him. The meson fund behind him is dedicated to international investment. 100 million US dollars. Understand? It ’s US dollars, is n’t it our RMB. At that time, we have to use his money to support us. ”

"Zhenjiang, are we playing too much?" Liang Zhaohui's face was a little pale.

He's not the kind of man with great ambitions. When Sun Zhenjiang pulled him to do business together, he had dreamed that he could close up after earning 100,000. Later, I found it easy to make money, so I made 1 million, 10 million, and reached hundreds of millions of assets. With hundreds of millions of assets, his aggressiveness gradually faded, and he felt that it was enough to keep the money for the rest of his life.

This time Sun Zhenjiang sent a letter to them, asking them to negotiate a big deal, and he just came out of buddy's righteousness. According to his ideas, it is better to make more money. It doesn't matter if you can't make it. The most important thing is not to lose the money you have earned.

But now listening to Sun Zhenjiang, he not only needs everyone to prepare at least 1 billion, but also plans to find a fund from abroad that can use billions of dollars to help. In this way, I am afraid that what Sun Zhenjiang wants to do will cost one or two billion yuan. In the event of such a large plate loss, these people will "go back to liberation overnight".

"Cut, look at your advice." Sun Zhenjiang sniffed at Liang Zhaohui's performance, and said, "Do you think you are rich now? I tell you, you ca n’t call it money at all. You Do you know what's fashionable now? Immigration! When we finish this ticket, we will immigrate to the United States together. By then, you will buy a villa and get a yacht, and you will bottom out for a little money. Don't take advantage of the opportunity to earn more now. Some money, are you going to the United States for a drink? "

"I'm staying in China. If I dare to emigrate to the United States, my dad must do justice to his family." Liang Zhaohui muttered quietly, but he did not dare to refute Sun Zhenjiang's thoughts.

"Everyone, please calm down. Let me tell you the purpose of inviting everyone to come." Sun Zhenjiang drank the beer, squeezed the empty can, and then accurately throw it into the trash can seven or eight steps away to raise the voice. To everyone.

The crowd quieted together, staring at Sun Zhenjiang, waiting for him to speak.

"Please invite everyone today, because there is a good opportunity to make money, and I want to play with you. This ticket is going to work well, each of us can at least earn this number." Sun Zhenjiang said, holding up A slap, flipped back and forth, indicating a "10".

"10?"

Everyone looked at each other, guessing in their hearts what the unit was behind.

100,000? Such a small number is obviously impossible. These people get together to play cards for one night, and the winning or losing is more than that number.

1000000000? What a joke ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It's impossible to grab so much money.

Could it be that Sun Zhenjiang has stayed in the United States for a while, and the count has changed to American standards? I heard that the American count is in millions. One million is called a "Milian". Does Sun Zhenjiang say that he earns 10 Milian?

Sun Zhenjiang looked at the crowd proudly, and remained silent for a while, then laughed and said, "Why, are you scared? Yes, it is 1 billion. It is not our big guys who make 1 billion together, but you Everyone sitting here can make a billion dollars. "

what! Actually it is 1 billion!

The hearts of people all over the room jumped up, and those who made money know that money is really a good thing. With money, there is everything. As brother Q said, there is nothing you want, and whoever you like is who.

They all have some family background, but most of them are like Liang Zhaohui, that is, there are only one or two hundred million. Who doesn't want to make one or two billion one billion, or even more. (To be continued)

ps: Good luck in the new year, I wish you all the book friends