The Myth of Fortune Through Time

Yang Beichuan spent more than 2 million yuan to buy the "shell" of Jinxing, including the eight-storey building and the land on which it was built.

He stood in the chairman's office and looked down. Eleven or twelve heads were standing or squatting at the gate, two of them had shawls and long hair, obviously they were women, and it was difficult to say the others.

These days, many girls cut their hair short.

Every time a person comes, the girl at the front desk will send a text message to tell him.The more he watched, the more upset he became. Damn, not only reporters from Pengcheng, but also reporters from Yangcheng came to join in the fun, oh no, there were also reporters from the imperial capital, what on earth does that guy named Wu from "Securities News" want to do?

Yang Beichuan ruthlessly stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette, closed the window, and said, "Call someone surnamed Meng to come here."

The secretary standing at the door with his hands down answered, and went to the desk to make a phone call.He said, "Go and call."

Isn't it the same?The secretary muttered to himself and trotted away.

Meng Junping was in a bad mood. The mouse warehouse was built too late, and the average profit was 25%, and it was gone after two lower limits. So far, less than [-]% of the shipments have been made, and the rest can only be liquidated at a loss.The stock loses, the interest is lost, and the blood is lost.

Is there anyone who puts himself in as a fuck and cross-hands like him?

He was so bewitched.

It takes only a few minutes to trade one or two hundred shares. When will it be sold out?Meng Junping felt restless, pushed away the keyboard and stood up, anyway, it is impossible to open the huge amount of down limit, so it's okay if you don't look at it.

Seeing him standing up suddenly, the subordinates all looked up at him.

Just as he was about to say something, Yang Beichuan's secretary knocked on the open door and said, "Mr. Meng, Mr. Yang invites you to come over."

Meng Junping's face darkened in an instant, and he hurried to the chairman's office.

Yang Beichuan pointed to the window and said, "See for yourself."

What are you looking at?Look at the head of a person downstairs?Meng Junping turned to look at him with question marks on his face.

Yang Beichuan said in a loud voice, "You did a good job and attracted reporters from all over the country."

"A dozen reporters from all over the country?" Meng Junping continued with a question mark face.

Yang Beichuan knocked on the table with his hands: "A dozen people are not enough? How many people do you want?"

Starting at 26 yuan, even if you cut it from the highest price of 235.53 yuan, you will still make a steady profit. I am a blood loss.Meng Junping's heart was bleeding, he couldn't hold it anymore, and broke out: "Stockholders all over the country know that Yi'an Technology has fallen to the limit, how many people do you think?"

His eyeballs were red, and his face was ferocious, which startled Yang Beichuan and said, "You made the price limit."

"Yes, I made it. How could I make it out? Didn't you have no money? You yelled and raised the stock price every day, and finally told me that you had no money. If you don't have money, you let me pull the wool."

I'm stuck with 1.2 million yuan and can't get out. Did I say anything? Why are you so fierce with me? !

Yang Beichuan had never seen Meng Junping like this before, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Are you crazy? You were hired by me to play tricks, and now you are yelling at me?"

It's true that you hired me, but how much did you spend to hire me? 50 yuan! For a mere 50 yuan, I am in debt of [-] million yuan!

Meng Junping couldn't express his suffering, so he slammed the door and left in anger.

Yang Beichuan and the secretary looked at each other. Ten minutes later, Yang Beichuan finally came to his senses, and angrily said to the secretary: "Do you believe I won't pay him?"

The two made a verbal agreement to do Yi'an Technology. Meng Junping would get 50 yuan each, and each of the people he recruited would get 5 yuan.Pengcheng's consumption is high, and the rent is also high. Meng Junping and his team live in a commercial house provided by Yang Beichuan.

Yang Beichuan paid 5 yuan to Meng Junping first, 1 yuan to each member of the team, and paid the rest in one lump sum after finishing the stock.

No one thought that things would turn out like this, Yang Beichuan didn't blame himself for directing blindly, but blamed Meng Junping's lack of professional skills, and felt that he was not worth the price.

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Xiao Qingyang contacted his acquaintances at the customs and rushed to Jingu City. When he arrived, it was past lunch time.

The acquaintance politely asked her if she had eaten, and received an affirmative answer, led her in, and waited for her to explain her purpose, with a solemn expression, and said: "Jin Guangsha is very famous in Jingu City, everyone knows... But I haven't heard of it. Customs clearance. Wait a minute."

The acquaintance made several phone calls one after another, asking about Jin Guangsha's customs declaration, hung up, and said, "No."

Xiao Qingyang knew that the acquaintance was the chief of the section. If he said no, then he was gone.What's more, he asked his colleagues, and the answer was no.

She looked unhappy, and said, "But Jin Guangsha's annual report said that last year, its products were exported to country M, with a profit of 1.16 yuan per share. If the goods are not exported from Jingu City, where are they exported from?"

The acquaintance said: "Well, I don't know. However, I can be sure that I didn't sell it from Jingu."

Xiao Qingyang frowned and thought hard: "It's already in Jingu City, why should it be far away?"

The acquaintance asked: "Will the headquarters be in Jingu, and the production base be in other places? Export directly from the production base, saving transportation costs?"

Xiao Qingyang said affirmatively: "No, I have been to Jinguangsha, and the production is in Jingu, but the gate of the factory is locked, and no one or vehicle comes in or out."

The acquaintance said: "Impossible? But I haven't been to this company, so I don't know much about it."

"The factory area of ​​Jin Guangsha is surrounded by a wall. I walked along the wall for nearly an hour. You can imagine how big the place is."

You are free to walk around the fence, are you free?The acquaintance muttered secretly, and said with some embarrassment: "Then I don't know, I didn't understand it."

Although Jinguangsha is a well-known enterprise in Jingu, but acquaintances have no business dealings with it, so it is impossible to know it specially.

Xiao Qingyang was in a daze for a long time, took out his mobile phone, dug out the address book, and called Su Xing.

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When the market closed at 15 o'clock, Su Xing stretched, stood up, and said, "What about them?"

Lu Siying got up and said, "Are you playing games outside? You are here to watch the tape, and the fat man sneaked over with the game console again."

It's finally closed, it's really uncomfortable to be a light bulb.Zheng Chen'an smiled wryly, and was about to sneak out, but was stopped by Su Xing: "Tell them, the game will resume in 10 minutes."

"Oh."

When Zheng Chenan took the door, Lu Siying gently took Su Xing's arm and said, "I'll go out later."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang when he woke up.

Colleagues are in the leisure area, so Su Xing is too lazy to go outside to answer the call. Besides, the caller ID shows an unfamiliar number, so there is no need to go out.

He pressed the answer button, and a clear female voice said, "Are you awake? I'm Xiao Qingyang. Jin Guangsha didn't declare in Jingu. What should we do now?"

"How do I know what to do? No, who are you?"

"I'm Xiao-Qing-Yang. You reminded me to go to the customs for inspection." Xiao Qingyang was in a hurry. Was he so insignificant?Why did the handsome guy forget about himself?

Oval face, tall figure, short hair... Su Xing remembered, and said, "You are a reporter from "Securities News"? You should have said it earlier."

"..." Xiao Qingyang rolled his big eyes and said, "What should we do now?"

"Use this topic to report, say that the goods are not exported from Jingu, and guide readers to think about where to export from."

Xiao Qingyang slapped his thigh, he had a good idea, and he could start a follow-up report.She said: "Wake up, I will treat you to dinner later."