Chapter 154: Father and Son Betray
Zhang Qiang knew about health supplements. In Dadu, they had been fooled into buying them by those people involved in pyramid schemes.
"Lin Dong, you're not also doing pyramid selling, are you?"
Lin Dong's face turned cold: "Brother Qiang, this is not a good thing to say. My company has a formal business license and a processing plant."
"MLM? Humph, how can that compare to our product? How much money can those people in MLM earn? My current business makes tens of millions of profits a year."
Lin Dong’s words shocked Zhang Qiang. He didn’t expect that this thing could make so much money. How many tens of millions could Lin Dong earn in a year?
Zhang Qiang felt that Lin Dong didn't seem to be bragging and he really had the style of a big boss, so he didn't even ask what type of health products it was, but hurriedly asked Lin Dong if he could take him to try it?
Lin Dong looked at Zhang Qiang with some embarrassment: "Brother Qiang, it's not that I don't want to help you. My company is also a partnership with a friend. It's no problem for me to take you with me, but..."
"But what?"
"But given our relationship, I can't ask you to be my employee, right?"
Zhang Qiang thought about it and decided that he was not very willing to work for Lin Dong.
Besides, how much money can you make from working? He wants to be a boss like Lin Dong.
"If the company is mine, everything will be fine. My friends and I all have shares. If you, Brother Qiang, invest some, I will give you some of my shares. Then we can be equals and share the profits equally. How great is that?"
When Zhang Qiang heard about investment, he felt overwhelmed. It wasn't just that he didn't have the capital. If he had money to invest, he would have become rich long ago.
"Well, Lin Dong, I won't hide it from you. I lost all my money on this trip to Dadu. If I still had money, I wouldn't beg you, right?"
At this time, the ordered dishes came up one after another, and Lin Dong stopped talking.
He asked Zhang Qiang to eat some food and put some on his plate.
When they were the only two left in the room, Lin Dong laughed and said, "Brother Qiang, you have done business before, so I don't need to tell you more. Didn't I go out to work when I left home?"
"That means it's no use?" Zhang Qiang was a little discouraged. He looked at Lin Dong taking off his mink coat and was dazzled by the big gold chain around his neck and the sparkling watch on his wrist.
"It's not impossible. How about this, Brother Qiang, how much money can you come up with now? If it's really not possible, we can invest less and you can be a small agent in my company first."
"Agent? How to do it? How much does it cost?"
Lin Dong hugged Zhang Qiang and said, "If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to get the position of agent without a million or eight hundred thousand."
"But as for you, Brother Qiang, I will definitely take care of you. Just take 50,000 yuan and I will give you the general agent position of Danhe."
"fifty thousand?"
Seeing that Zhang Qiang couldn't even come up with 50,000 yuan, Lin Dong's eyes flashed with disdain.
But he still spoke in a very affectionate way: "Brother Qiang, I didn't ask you for the 50,000 yuan. It's the deposit you need to get the goods. You pay the company 50,000 yuan, and I'll send you goods worth 200,000 yuan, and you can take them back and sell them."
"How did it feel to ride in my car just now? I'm not kidding, I brought that car back to give it to my old man to play with. I always drive a Bentley when I go out."
"If you get the general agent, it will be three months, and you can pick up any car outside without saying anything more."
Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the wine glass: "Lin Dong, you are really capable now, I will work with you. If I make money in the future, I will definitely not forget your kindness."
"Haha, don't talk about that. If it weren't for our relationship, I could easily sell the agency to someone else and make a million or eight hundred thousand. I'm just trying to help you."
The two of them got along better and better as they talked, and Lin Dong described to Zhang Qiang countless futures that he had never dared to imagine.
When Zhang Qiang heard Lin Dong say that his partner had just bought a private jet and was going on vacation abroad during the New Year, his breathing became heavy.
After eating and drinking, Lin Dong called the waiter to settle the bill.
Zhang Qiang saw Lin Dong open his briefcase, which was filled with thick stacks of money. He took out some money at random and gave it to the waiter to pay the bill. He didn't want the extra money, which was almost three or four hundred yuan, saying it was a tip.
Zhang Qiang was filled with envy and jealousy. When would he be able to do the same and spend money like water?
"Come on, Brother Zhang, you finally came back, now that we're together, I'll take you home and let you visit Uncle Zhang, okay?"
Zhang Qiang heard this and quickly made an excuse: "No, I have something else to do so I won't go home yet, my dad isn't at home either, I'll definitely ask me to treat you to a meal some other day."
"Well, Brother Qiang, I'll be leaving after the New Year. If you want to work with me, then hurry up and prepare the money. You don't know how many people are eyeing my position as the general agent. I dare not let anyone know that I'm back."
"Okay, I understand. I'll call you in a few days."
Lin Dong took out several boxes of gifts with very high-end packaging from the trunk and stuffed them into Zhang Qiang's pockets, saying that they were the company's products and were all good stuff, and asked Zhang Qiang to take them back for the old man to try.
Then, seeing that Zhang Qiang really didn't need him to send him off, he drove away in a very cool manner.
Zhang Qiang was carrying a few gift boxes and walking slowly home. The cold wind made his head hurt.
But it didn't wake him up, and all he was thinking about was how to get 50,000 yuan?
The appearance of Lin Dong gave Zhang Qiang great stimulation.
He felt that he was countless times better than Lin Dong. Why could he live such a life?
When he returned home, Zhang Qiang saw his father cooking and put the gift box on the table.
"Dad, I saw an old classmate today and he gave you a gift."
Uncle Zhang came out of the kitchen with a cold face, without even looking at the things: "Your Uncle Zhao said that you ran away halfway through washing the car?"
"Didn't I tell him that I had something urgent to do?"
"What can't wait until after get off work? You work for someone else, and you're so busy right now, can you just throw the work away?"
"Just throw it away. What kind of a rubbish job is this? I'm not going to do it anymore!"
Zhang Qiang was also annoyed after drinking a little: "Don't you just look down on me? When I make a lot of money, don't spend it."
Uncle Zhang was so angry that he pointed at his son who was in his thirties and didn't know much about the world: "Can you make a lot of money? Can I still count on you in this life?"
"Who are you referring to? You just look down on me! Is there a father like you? I want to do some business, but I asked you to give me tens of thousands, but you couldn't even give me that. Do you have any future?"
Zhang Qiang slapped Uncle Zhang's hand away and yelled at him.
Uncle Zhang was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but his body was no longer able to do so, and Zhang Qiang was in his thirties and in his prime, so he pushed Uncle Zhang to the ground with his backhand.
Uncle Zhang felt a snapping sound in his waist and was unable to move due to the pain. He lay on the ground and cursed Zhang Qiang for being unfilial.
Zhang Qiang didn't help him either. He picked up the gift box he brought back and threw it on the ground: "I was still thinking about honoring you. If you despise me for being useless, then just pretend you never gave birth to me!"
After going crazy, Zhang Qiang went back to his house, rummaged through his things, slammed the door and left.
Uncle Zhang was lying on the ground wailing. He called Zhang Qiang several times, but Zhang Qiang did not come back.
He tried to get up, but his waist hurt so much that he couldn't get up, and even his legs didn't work.
The stove in the kitchen was still on and the porridge pot was boiling. The rice soup inside slowly pushed the lid open a crack and flowed out with a hissing sound.
Soon, the fire was put out by the overflowing porridge.
Uncle Zhang was still struggling on the ground. He endured the pain and crawled towards the stool next to him. He finally grabbed the stool.
He tried to use the force to stand up, but because the stool was unstable, he fell down again.
For a moment, there was no movement in the house. Uncle Zhang lay on the cold ground, tears streaming down his face...
