Material Empire

In the suburbs of Beijing, a European-style detached villa.

In the large living room on the first floor, the heater was burning hot. Although it was already freezing and snowy outside, the room was still warm as spring. Six or seven men sat crookedly on a circle of sofas placed in the middle. Some of them had cigarettes in their hands, while others held a can of imported beer. Everyone showed a lazy and frivolous look on their faces, as if everything in life could hardly arouse their interest.

"Zhenjiang brought our brothers here, is there any good deal?"

"I see a play, Zhenjiang is well-informed, and must have some inside information."

"Last time, Zhenjiang found a job for some of our brothers. It was really enjoyable. After making a few phone calls, more than a thousand will be pocketed."

"For more than half a year, the higher-ups have been talking about the South, and there must be a big move recently..."

Everyone was exchanging ideas one after another, when suddenly there was a slight sound of a car brake coming from outside the door. The men all pricked up their ears, sat up a little more, and looked at the door of the living room together.

The door opened, and with a gust of cold wind, two people strode in. The first man looked to be in his thirties, with a heroic look on his face. In the deep winter weather, he was only wearing a cotton shirt next to his body, a cashmere scarf around his neck, and a thin woolen windbreaker that was well cut. This attire is quite popular among the rich and powerful circles in the capital nowadays. Compared with the upstarts in the local area who often wear furs, the taste is clear at a glance.

"Brothers are here early, I'm sorry, I'm late." The man raised his hands and clasped his fists, made a gesture of greeting to everyone, and said with a smile on his face. However, although he said he was sorry, the expression on his face was rather self-respecting, obviously he didn't think it was a big deal for him to be late.

"Zhenjiang, if you are late, you will be punished for drinking. I brought two cases of German stout here today. They are from the International Seamen's Club. They are absolutely authentic." A man with his hair permed into "explosive curls" laughed and joked. .

This man who came late was the protagonist of the hot discussion just now. His name is Sun Zhenjiang, and the title written on his business card is "Chairman of Zhenjiang Industrial Development Co., Ltd." In slightly archaic terms, he, like everyone else in the room, was in the group that got rich first. How much his wealth is has always been a mystery to the outside world. And the speed at which he made a fortune can be called a miracle even in the entire capital.

Those gathered in this room today are all Sun Zhenjiang's closest "relationships". They are either Sun Zhenjiang's childhood friends, or the partners Sun Zhenjiang met in the process of doing business. The experiences of these people have one thing in common, that is, they have never done anything beneficial to the country and society. Vocabulary such as profit-seeking, empty-handed white wolf, etc., were invented entirely for their group of people, and they did bring this spirit to the extreme.

"There's no rush for the drinking penalty. Let me introduce a friend to you first." Sun Zhenjiang smiled lightly, and then showed the person who came in behind him in front of everyone.

"This is Mr. Pittston, the chief financial officer of Meson Fund in the United States. He is a friend I met when I was studying in the United States. This time, at my invitation, he made a special trip to China to help us with financial operations." Sun Zhenjiang solemnly introduced.

Everyone naturally knew what Sun Zhenjiang said about studying in the United States. In fact, it was just that Sun Zhenjiang stayed in the United States for a few months out of arty needs, and then spent money to buy a diploma back. Although the institution that issued the diploma is just a pheasant university in the United States, in China, there is no suspense that this diploma is used to bluff people. Since he got this diploma, Sun Zhenjiang said that his experience in the United States made people think that he is like some kind of senior sea turtle.

"Hello, everyone. It's a great honor to work with you." The chief financial officer with a high nose and blue eyes greeted everyone in unproficient Chinese.

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome." Everyone laughed and chanted the slogan to welcome foreign guests that they had practiced many times when they were young. These years have not been compared to the past, and foreigners are no longer rare creatures. Some of them would sometimes hire a blue-eyed foreigner from a university in the capital to serve as a "trustee" when they went to local places to fool around. Based on their experience, as long as they gave enough money, the foreigner would also be obedient.

"Mr. Pittston, please sit down first, and talk to us about steel later." Sun Zhenjiang pointed to a spot on the sofa and beckoned Pittston to sit down. He himself sat down next to the "explosive roll" just now, and picked up a can of German stout.

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

The name of the explosive scroll is Liang Zhaohui, who grew up in the same compound as Sun Zhenjiang. The two studied together, jumped in the queue together, and later returned to the city together. Sun Zhenjiang was more courageous than Liang Zhaohui, and went to sea first to earn the first pot of gold. Afterwards, he dragged Liang Zhaohui into the shopping mall together. After more than ten years, Liang Zhaohui himself has earned over 100 million in property and lived a life of extreme luxury. For Sun Zhenjiang, Liang Zhaohui has always been obedient to his words, and it can be said that he is devoted to him.

"It's ready. I prepared 50 million myself, and I also found a few banks to negotiate 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 or more. You can't find it in the capital. You can go to the province below. The current loan quota in the province is very loose." Sun Zhenjiang said.

"Okay, I'll do it in a few days." Liang Zhaohui said, "By the way, Zhenjiang, why do you ask us to raise so much money to play big? Also, why did you get an American to come here?" , you don’t know that I, like my dad, hate American devils the most.”

"Your father is just like my father. They are very old-fashioned. If they hadn't been foolish enough to fight the Yankees back then, China would have been a developed country." Sun Zhenjiang said disdainfully, "You have never been to the United States. I don’t know how awesome they are, and we don’t expect to compare with them in a hundred years. Let me tell you, I hired this guy with great difficulty. The meson fund behind him specializes in international investment, and he sells dozens of dollars Hundreds of millions of dollars. Do you understand? It’s dollars, not our renminbi. At that time, we will have to use his money to back us up.”

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

He is not the kind of person with lofty ideals. When Sun Zhenjiang asked him to start a business together, he fantasized that he could stop after earning 100,000 yuan. Later, I found that it was easy to make money, so I earned 1 million, 10 million, and until my fortune reached hundreds of millions. After having hundreds of millions of assets, his aggressiveness gradually faded, and he felt that keeping these money for the rest of his life was enough to have a good time.

This time, Sun Zhenjiang sent a message to these people, asking them to come to discuss a big deal, and he only came out of brotherly loyalty. In his thinking, it would be better if he could earn more money, and it doesn't matter if he can't. The most important thing is not to lose the money he has earned.

But now I heard from Sun Zhenjiang that not only does he need to prepare at least 1 billion for each person, but he also plans to find a fund from abroad that can use billions of dollars to help. Calculated in this way, what Sun Zhenjiang wants to do may cost 10 to 20 billion yuan. Such a big plate, if they lose money, they will "go back to before liberation overnight".

"Cut, look at how cowardly you are." Sun Zhenjiang sneered at Liang Zhaohui's performance, and said, "Do you think you are quite rich now? Let me tell you, your little money can't be called money at all. You Do you know what’s in fashion now? Immigrants! We’ll immigrate to the United States together when we’re done with this vote. By then, you’ll be able to buy a villa and a yacht, and your little money will come to an end. Don’t take advantage of the opportunity now to earn more Some money, you go to the United States to drink wind?"

"I'll stay in China. If I dare to immigrate to the United States, my father will kill my relatives." Liang Zhaohui muttered softly, but he didn't dare to refute Sun Zhenjiang's thoughts.

"Everyone, please be quiet, let me tell you the purpose of inviting everyone to come." Sun Zhenjiang finished drinking a can of beer, crushed the empty can, and then accurately threw it into the trash can seven or eight steps away, raising his voice Said to everyone.

Everyone fell silent, staring at Sun Zhenjiang intently, waiting for him to speak.

"I invite everyone to come today because I have a good opportunity to make money and I want to play with everyone. This ticket must be done well, and each of us can at least earn this amount." Sun Zhenjiang said, holding up A slap, flipped back and forth, means a "10".

"10?"

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

100,000? Such a small number is obviously impossible. These people get together to play cards for a night, and the wins and losses are more than this number.

1000000000? What a joke, it is impossible to grab so much money by stealing money.

Could it be that Sun Zhenjiang stayed in the United States for a while, and the counting was changed to the American standard? I heard that Americans count in millions, and one million is called a "milian". Could it be that Sun Zhenjiang is talking about earning 10 milians?

Sun Zhenjiang looked at the crowd proudly, was silent for a while, and then laughed: "Why, did you scare everyone? That's right, it's 1 billion. It's not us big guys who earn 1 billion together, but you Everyone sitting here can earn 1 billion yuan."

What! It's really 1 billion!

The hearts of everyone in the room jumped wildly. Only those who have made money know that money is really a good thing. With money, you have everything. As Brother Q said, you can get what you want, and you can be whoever you like.

These people all have some family background, but most of them are like Liang Zhaohui, that is, they have a hundred or two million. Who doesn't want their 100 or 200 million to become 1 billion or even more.

Happy New Year, I wish you all book friends to be promoted and make a fortune in the Year of the Sheep, and wish you success