The Richest Man Yang Fei

Xiao Jian Sayang asked Yang Fei in a puzzled way, why did he choose a dark mark? If it is clearly marked, we can also fight with Unilever.

Yang Fei shook his head and said that we might win. If it is clearly marked, we have no chance at all.

Asami Sayang asked, why? In the case of a hidden bid, we don't know the other party's reserve price, how do we bid? If it is clearly marked, it is easy. We can increase the price as much as the other party pays.

Yang Fei asked faintly, have we competed against Unilever? If they bid clearly, they don't have to pay 300 million, as long as they pay more than 200 million, I will lose the right to compete. Because I can't spend more money.

Asami Sayang said helplessly, what should I do? What if the hidden bid also loses?

Yang Fei gave a deep and unpredictable smile.

Asami Sayang wanted to ask Yang Fei's bidding price, but he felt it was inappropriate. After all, this is currently the biggest trade secret. Except for Yang Fei himself, the less people know, the safer it is.

She just became Yang Fei's secretary. If she asks about such a confidential matter, if it leaks out, whether it is her fault or not, she can't shirk the blame.

Of course she wouldn't make such a mistake. No matter how curious she was in her heart, she could only endure it and wait for the result tomorrow.

Yang Fei, alone, came to the stock exchange to take a look.

At the beginning of 1994, the stock market was full of grief, and the market was frighteningly green.

When Yang Fei left Shanghai last time, he thought that coming here again should be when his company went public.

Now, although his company has not yet been listed, after the acquisition of Zhonghua Toothpaste Factory, he is one step closer to listing.

Thinking of this, Yang Fei couldn't help but feel complacent and energetic.

Passing by Hualian Commercial Building and Shibaiyi Store, Yang Fei suddenly thought of the chance encounter with Jiang Hanying here.

Fate is so wonderful.

The two people who thought they would no longer meet, suddenly met here.

At first sight, when I thought I could communicate for a long time, after a letter, there was no news again.

Yang Fei just thought about it. Now he has Shi Si in the provincial capital and Su Tong by his side. Whether it is physically or emotionally, he is no longer alone.

In fact, he would not put time and energy above the love of his children.

Yang Fei, who had been sunk for a few months for a parting letter, has long been irreversible with the passing of the green years.

Having experienced the world, he cherishes fate even more, but he also underestimates the so-called fate.

Except for one's own health, the improvement of personal abilities, and the accumulation of wealth, nothing else matters.

In the city center of Shanghai, on the long pedestrian bridge, there is a young and handsome figure walking, but no one knows that under this seemingly ordinary appearance, he has a good soul that has experienced Cangsang.

He used to pay for love, but got nothing; he used to have dim love, but dimly turned into a vain; he had waited for a relationship, but he could not beat the tricks of fate; he once loved a woman deeply, but God did not Kenxu gave him a perfection; he once married a ten-year-old girl and gave birth to children, but in the torture of her youth and beauty, life was worse than death.

At this moment, he is coming from the future, walking along the banks of the Yangtze River in 1994, walking on the bustling streets with turbulent people and vehicles, time and space. At this moment, it seems to be wrinkled and intertwined into a changing bar code.

The image gradually became clear again, and when he approached, he showed his resolute and sunny face, with a gentle and deep gaze. Behind him are the scars left by the years, as well as vivid historical images.

He walked off the flyover, got in a taxi, and headed to the hotel.

During the rush hour, the main road was blocked for a while, the driver of the dragon car, the driver of the red taxi, poking their heads out of the car window, scolded each other a few times about the **** road. The unconstrained whistle sounds one after another, but they do not have any catalytic effect on the blocked traffic.

After finally moving to the hotel, Yang Fei paid and got off the car, just in time to see a few tall foreigners, led by a Chinese, walking towards the hotel, talking while walking.

The other party spoke English, and Yang Fei occasionally heard one sentence and knew that the other party was from Unilever.

At this point in time, people from Unilever staying at the Yangtze River Hotel, needless to say, they must have come for tomorrow's bid.

Unilever, the Unilever Group, was formed by the merger of the Dutch Margarine Company and the British Lihua Brothers Soap Company in 1929. Headquartered in Rotterdam, the Netherlands and London, England, they are responsible for the operations of food and laundry products.

This is a foreign-funded company that can adapt to my country's national conditions. The names of its brands are very similar to domestic brands, such as Pond's, Lux, Sunsilk, Omo, Zhonghua, Lipton Yellow Card, and Luxue, and other 13 brands. I thought it was produced by a domestic enterprise.

Localization is the easiest magic weapon for foreign investment, but it is also the most difficult to achieve. Unilever was able to succeed, and had gone through many detours, and gradually realized it in China and successfully survived.

Yang Fei happened to walk towards the hotel door with these people.

The foreigner headed by him is a man in his thirties. He is tall and burly, with a full face and beard. He is very stylishly shaved, and his roots are spread out like a hedgehog.

Yang Fei thought to herself, if a woman is intimate with such a man, wouldn't she be afraid of rain on her tender face and hitting the beach?

The hotel security opened the glass door to invite guests to enter.

Yang Fei heard the scornful and disdainful beard and said: "Who is robbing us of the brand of Chinese toothpaste? No matter who I am, I must take him tomorrow! I don't care if he is from Xiangjiang or Chinese. , I don’t allow you to fail! This thing is really incredible! Where did this person come from? Our negotiation was already about to succeed! Oh~www.NovelMTL.com~My God!"

"Mr. Albert, we have checked the details of the man. His name is Yang Fei. He is the owner of the Meili Daily Chemical Factory and the boss of the Hong Kong Foam Company." A woman who resembled a Chinese representative replied.

Albert gestured with his hands and exclaimed anxiously: "What bubble? What beautiful daily use? I have never heard of it! An unknown little guy dare to challenge us Unilever? Tomorrow's bid, I don't want to Spend more money, but I want to successfully win this brand again. You'd better let me know and don't mess things up!"

Yang Fei touched his nose, thinking that his opponent would send such a person to bid?

It seems that Unilever is very afraid of someone competing!

"Mr. Albert, you just flew over from the UK, maybe you don't know the Meili Daily Chemical Factory? They produce the white washing powder. It is a new brand, but it is the most valuable brand now. Their laundry Fans are the top sales in our country.” The Chinese representative tried to raise Yang Fei's identity and wanted to remind the other party that tomorrow's bidding is not so trivial and must be taken seriously.

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