"Mr. Adam, thank you very much for your trust in Scarlett Fund. We are old friends. I will give you a discount on the commission. How many millions do you plan to invest?"
Scarlett looked at Nan Yi's face with amusement.
"0.67."
"Wow, thank you for giving me a sense of freshness. I have never received a client as poor as you. You are a thousand-level client. I can only send you an intern."
"An intern is just an intern. Just move faster."
"OK, the customer is God. I'll call now. You can wait next door."
Jokes aside, Scarlett did not really send an intern to Nan Yi, but sent Luo Shenshen instead.
"Shen Shen, how are you and your girlfriend doing?"
"What girlfriend?"
"On the last day of 1987, the evening of New Year's Day in China, I went to your apartment."
"Oh, you mean Deng Lulu. We were together for only a few days, and she found a new boyfriend, a white man, and got married very soon. No, I heard that she is divorced now, and is about to marry an old man, who is a rich man."
"So, she was your introductory teacher for a few days and then left?"
"Yes, the tuition is quite expensive. She borrowed several thousand dollars from me and has never paid me back." Luo Shenshen said with a gloomy face.
"Don't worry too much. Being a stepping stone for someone is also a good experience. When she becomes a rich wife, you can invite her to participate in your financial products and double your thousands of dollars."
"Forget it, I don't want to see her." Luo Shenshen said, taking out a folder, "Brother Nan, this is the power of attorney that the general manager asked you to sign. It's different from the usual power of attorney."
"Oh, let me see."
Nan Yi took the power of attorney and looked at it carefully. There was no problem with the other terms, but the commission column was filled in with 30%.
Shaking his head, Nan Yi directly signed the power of attorney.
After closing the folder, Nan Yi said to Luo Shenshen, " Do you know about the Russian government debt?"
"I have heard that if the Soviet revisionists do not admit their mistakes, they will become worthless pieces of paper long ago."
"Yes, I want you to help me buy these waste papers. The highest price I can accept is 1‰ of the paper price of the bonds. The total amount of Tsarist Russian bonds at that time was 10 billion US dollars. I have 670,000 US dollars, so I should be able to buy at least 670 million US dollars of bonds. In fact, I should be able to buy more. Some holders may sell them for a little money."
"Brother Nan, there probably isn't 10 billion left. Some holders may have already lost the bonds."
Nan Yi nodded, "I know, within 5 billion, we can buy as much as we can. If we want to turn these waste papers into money, we need someone to help."
"OK."
After Luo Shenshen left, Nan Yi returned to Scarlett Manor and continued to worry.
The Soviet revisionists should recognize the Tsarist Russian debts, but when will they recognize them, when will they start to repay them, and to what extent will they bargain when repaying them? These are still questions.
Regardless of how much he could earn, Nan Yi knew very well that this was distant water that could not quench his immediate thirst. However, the water tasted so good and the cost of failure was so small that it would be unreasonable for him not to pounce on it and take a sip.
Luo Shenshen acted quickly. In eleven days, he purchased more than 3.4 billion US dollars of Tsarist Russian bonds in the US and European government bond markets, and sold out 670,000 US dollars.
For eleven days, Nan Yi stayed in the Qidian Orphanage, looking for ways to get rich overnight while making delicious food for the children.
Before entering the aristocratic school, Nan Youqiong studied in the Eagle Camp, where he usually lived and ate with his brothers and sisters. He also took out a few days a month to follow Scarlett and serve as her assistant, so that he could be influenced by business and learn how to be a superior.
Nan Yi felt that he was a bad guy. He changed the lives of these children. Originally, their lives had infinite possibilities. When they were begging freely on the streets, they might meet the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar, master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, become a great thief, and empty the British Museum.
Maybe when he was lying in the gutter, he was bitten by a cockroach and mutated, and then he turned into a cockroach man, wandering around the city to protect the safety of citizens and being respected by others;
Maybe when he was searching for food in the trash can, the system manufacturer took pity on him and gave him a system that became stronger the lazier he was, and he traveled back to 1977, and from then on lived in an online novel full of typos and not fun to read;
Maybe you will meet a revolutionary mentor, hide in the mountains for decades, eventually seize power, become the head of state, and eat the delicious, soft and glutinous rice donated by other countries.
Maybe they didn't encounter any good opportunities and grew up by luck, but they can still freely engage in prostitution, drug trafficking, and robbery. If they are luckier, they can even become gangsters or godfathers.
But now, they are confined in a small space of less than 100 square kilometers, as if they were serving their sentences in prison. They have lost their infinite possibilities and can only develop according to the path that Nan Yi thinks is most suitable for them.
Freedom is the greatest gift this world gives to people. Even if it is as humble as the freedom to eat shit, no one can deprive it of it.
Some people grow crops, pick up trash, and do odd jobs, and are as lowly as ants, but they ask their children to give up their dreams of becoming gangsters or bitches, deprive them of their freedom, confine them to campuses, and make them live like zombies. They are really assholes.
Nan Yi was very afraid that some adopted daughter would point her finger at him and complain, "I don't want to be a CEO or a successful person, I don't want to live in a villa, I don't want to drive a sports car, I hate female models throwing themselves at me, you don't understand, you will never understand the joy of being poor and suffering.
I am a masochist. I just want to be a street vendor who is bullied every day, selling breakfast on the street. Every day, ten or eight black and white people come to bully me. That's the life I want. Do you understand?
Bastard, Nan Yi, you bastard, you made me have tens of millions of dollars in my account. Bastard, Nan Yi, you bastard, you made me manage thousands of employees. I am so tired, I am really tired. I want to go back to the past and start over. "
"Thank God for giving me food, Amen!" Sun Jiayao opened her eyes and looked at Nan Yi, "Dad, it's time to eat."
"Wait, someone hasn't finished praying yet."
Nan Yi does not advocate one voice and the idea of ​​erasing individuality. He still prefers letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Therefore, he never interferes with the beliefs of his adopted children. In New York, both Catholicism and Christianity have a market, and many adopted children pray before meals. They are from different sects, and the prayers are varied, some long and some short.
Sun Jiayao looked around and then turned back and said, "Okay, we're done praying. Dad, I'm going to eat. Adler, have some fried meatballs."
Sun Jiayao put a few slices of fried meatballs on Nan Youqiong's plate.
"Thank you, Sister Ruoqiong."
Nan Youqiong gave Sun Jiayao a sweet smile.
While eating, Nan Yi looked at the faces of each of his adopted children.
This is the cafeteria of the Eaglet Camp. Everyone who eats here is a key training target and there is a high probability that they will become elites in various fields in the future.
It is said that there are no factions within the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. Nan Yi's adopted children are also close and distant to each other, and there are also various small groups. There are a lot of people sitting around two or three tables, and there are also a few tables with only two or three people.
After observing for a while, Nan Yi retracted his gaze and said to Sun Jiayao: "Would you like to come back with me later? I will take you to the training camp tomorrow morning."
Sun Jiayao, Zhao Xianjie and Nan Ruoqiong all came from the orphanage of the Po Leung Kuk in Hong Kong. The three of them were experimental subjects for personalized training and lived alone in different countries. Sun Jiayao lived in Marseille, France, and this time she came here during the holidays to receive self-defense and self-defense shooting training.
"Dad, no, no. I want to go shopping in New York in the afternoon. I will take a taxi there myself tomorrow." Sun Jiayao shook her head and said.
"That's good. It's a rare trip to New York, so we should go shopping." Nan Yi echoed and said, "There are many people in your school who are in love, right?"
Nan Yi had heard from Sophie Marceau that in French schools, boys and girls as young as thirteen or fourteen would start dating. This phenomenon was open and frank, and not many parents would object. This might be related to the relatively low legal age of marriage in France.
"Yeah, a lot."
"Others can do it, but you can't. The minimum age for dating that I can accept is 18. You can date before that if you want. Just move out of the house you live in and I'll cut off your living expenses. You can either let your boyfriend support you or work in a restaurant washing dishes to support yourself."
"I don't want to wash dishes. The money I earn from washing dishes is not enough for me to spend." Sun Jiayao pouted and said, "I want to wear beautiful clothes, buy dolls and nail polish, I don't want to fall in love."
Sun Jiayao shook her left hand and said, "Dad, do my nails look good?"
Among the three people who came from the Po Leung Kuk Orphanage in Hong Kong, Zhao Xianjie liked machinery and loved to dismantle things since he was a child, so Nan Yi sent him to West Germany. Nan Ruoqiong was sensitive to numbers and had the potential to work in finance or become a financial director in the future.
The only exception is Sun Jiayao, who has been a vixen since she was a child and loves to show off. To be honest, she is very suitable to be a vixen. When she grows up, she is guaranteed to be able to bewitch men. However, Nan Yi intervened a little and let her focus on cosmetics and makeup so that she can engage in beauty-related business in the future.
"You're so conceited at such a young age."
"It looks good." Sun Jiayao turned her hands and said self-admiringly.
"Put your hands down and continue eating."
"oh."
After having lunch at the Qidian Orphanage, Nan Yi took Sun Jiayao to the city.
In the following days, Nan Yi, who had not found a way to make a fortune, spent a lot of time at the shooting range, practicing the rapid-fire technique of the cowboy revolver.
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Late July.
Nan Yi, who has returned to China, was sitting in the living room of Fang Mansion. When he saw the newspaper saying that the wholesale price of Cordyceps sinensis this year was 820-890 yuan per kilogram, he felt conflicted.
Nan Yi has always felt that Cordyceps sinensis is a psychological placebo. There is a new term called IQ tax. This thing is a model of successful hype.
He knew there was something called Gunni Cordyceps, which looked very similar to Cordyceps sinensis. He could ask an expert to prepare it and impersonate Cordyceps sinensis. The production process was also the same as Cordyceps sinensis. The only difference was that this thing did not grow in high altitude areas and lacked the favorable factors for hype.
"Now, if we go to Anhui Province and ask farmers to dig in the mountains, we will buy them at one or two yuan per kilogram, and sell them at seven or eight hundred yuan. We can make at least one and a quarter of a ton, and ten thousand tons will be one and a quarter billion yuan, and one hundred thousand tons will be... Ha bah, that's wishful thinking. It's good enough if we can sell twenty or thirty tons. Thirty or forty million, is it worth it for me to break my principles?"
Nan Yi thought about it for a long time and finally gave up the idea of ​​making Cordyceps sinensis. Cordyceps sinensis is tied to a series of stakeholders, and countless families rely on it for their livelihood. If it is spoiled, many people's jobs will be ruined.
Putting down the newspaper, Nan Yi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a part-time job. It had been more than a year, and he seemed to have not received a penny of salary.
Pick up the phone and call Rachel.
"Rachel, how often do I get paid?"
“Once every six months.”
“I never received a check.”
"Boss, then you should ask Scarlett. She took all your checks."
Nan Yi was furious and said, "Which bank? How can it be without my signature... Weir Bank?"
"Yes, haha, Boss, don't you remember that our salaries have been deposited into the Weir Bank account?"
"Got it. I request that I must collect my salary in person next time I get it. I declare that I have never authorized anyone to collect my salary on my behalf. I mean anyone, including Scarlett."
When he had money, Nan Yi never cared about the salary of Pan American Investment Strategic Consultant, but now he is penniless and he can't help but care.
"Ha, there won't be a next time. At the meeting this morning, Scarlett proposed saving internal costs and reducing unnecessary job expenses. After evaluation, Boss, your position as a strategic consultant is completely redundant, so you should receive a dismissal letter soon."
“Bitch!”
Nan Yi cursed and hung up the phone.
Scarlett obviously did it on purpose, just to make fun of Nan Yi.
"That's really reckless. A lot of my salary is paid by shareholders, so I shouldn't take advantage of them."
Nan Yi was just muttering emotionally. In fact, he knew very well that Scarlett had done nothing wrong. After becoming a strategic consultant, Nan Yi did not play a role commensurate with his high salary. Getting rid of him was also an explanation to the shareholders.
This road was blocked, and Nan Yi, who had no idea what to do, went to the dining room, got two ice bottles (which were no different from thermos bottles, except that the openings were a little bigger), and walked out towards the state-owned food store.
After walking two miles, Nan Yi arrived at a state-owned food store.
"Comrade, one for popsicles and one for red bean popsicles. Take as many as you can. Give me one popsicle first. It's so hot."
Nan Yi handed the ice bottle to the salesperson, took the popsicle from him, peeled off the outer paper, and stuffed the popsicle into his mouth. The popsicles here are very expensive, with a wholesale price of 0.45 cents, but they taste very good. They are made with milk and eggs, and white sugar is used for seasoning. The finished product is light yellow in color and very fragrant.
It is called popsicle, but it is actually egg and milk soup frozen into a cylindrical shape. The eggs are local eggs from the vegetable market, and the milk comes from the fourth ranch on Huaihai Road of the milk company. The quality is guaranteed.
"It's ready. It's two dollars and seventy cents."
"Thank you, here's the money."
After paying the money and taking the ice bottle, Nan Yi walked back holding the ice bottle.
As soon as I walked to the entrance of Fang Mansion, I ran into Chen Yuxiu getting out of a taxi.
"So soon?"
Chen Yuxiu lifted the backpack on his shoulders and said, "I arranged my work after receiving the call yesterday and took the earliest flight today."
"What do you mean by first or second flight? I've never heard that there are several flights a day from Yangcheng to Shanghai. There's no need to rush. Now that you're here, just get in first."
Nan Yi took Chen Yuxiu into the house, put the popsicles into the refrigerator first, and then got Chen Yuxiu a bottle of ice soda.
Chen Yuxiu took the soda and gulped down half of it, then he let out a breath of cold air, put the bottle on the coffee table, and then took out a square block wrapped in newspaper from the backpack on the side.
"Here's the fifty thousand you asked for."
"Thanks, I'll pay you back 60,000 by the end of the year." Nan Yi took the four cubes and put them aside, then asked, "How are the bosses in Shencun?"
"Not so good. I can smell the smell of Su Province. Nan Yi, do you think they are serious this time?"
"Shouldn't we do something?" Nan Yi asked back, "The economy seems to be booming, but tax revenue is only a few cents. Individual and private businesses are evading taxes seriously. If we don't crack down on them, it will be a rebellion."
"Are you serious about this?" Chen Yuxiu confirmed again.
"That's for sure. Talk to Uncle Zong Qing. If there's anyone in the village who's evading taxes, make up for it right away. Don't wait until you're hit by the stick before you feel the pain." Nan Yi said, rubbing his temple.
Although he repeatedly stressed the need to pay taxes according to the law, there are still many people in Nanchen Village who work on their own and have a lucky mentality. After all, it is hard to give up good money, and it is indeed a bit difficult to put it in your pocket and then take it out.
"Uncle Zong Qing has already notified everyone in the village, and most of the people have already made up for it, but there are still a few who can't be ."
"If they can't be persuaded, just let them do it." Nan Yi responded, then turned back and said, "Uncle Yan, help me go to the study and get the stack of newspapers on the far left of the table."
When Yan Du brought the newspaper, Nan Yi unfolded it and pointed to the place where the red pen was drawn on it. "The New Year's Day message from the mouthpiece newspaper: We have encountered unprecedented serious problems, the most prominent of which is the obvious inflation in economic life and the excessive increase in prices..."
Nan Yi finished reading the report and switched to another newspaper. "In February, just after the Spring Festival, millions of migrant workers entered the city. Due to the rectification that began at the end of last year, many infrastructure projects were forced to stop, and about 5 million migrant construction workers returned to their hometowns. At this time in the countryside, the rectification also caused a large number of township enterprises to close down, and the migrant workers had to flock back to the city to find work again.
I took a walk on the streets yesterday and saw that there were obviously more people doing odd jobs than last year, and the wages were much lower than last year. These were the reasons why the authorities slipped through the net on March 9, when they issued an emergency notice to strictly control the blind influx of migrant workers into the city.
From the rectification campaign to the New Year's Day speech, and now the crackdown on tax evasion, it is clear that the authorities want to punish the culprits who caused inflation and market out-of-control last year."
Nan Yi then read several newspaper reports. "After integrating the information revealed in these reports, the next step should be to clean up and rectify the emerging enterprises outside the state-owned system that compete with state-owned enterprises for raw materials. Which industry do you think will be the first to be chopped off?"
"Needless to say, it must be the home appliance industry, especially refrigerators. There is no technical content at all. They just import compressors from abroad and then assemble them. They spend foreign exchange and earn RMB from the hands of ordinary people. They should be punished." Chen Yuxiu said with glee.
"You are still happy. They are the city gate, and Erdong Electronics is just a fish in the pond. You have to keep a low profile in China this year. No matter which country you sell Superman to, you have to find a way to expand exports."
"We can't sell overseas because we have several patents that have not been circumvented. If the Japanese sue us, they will win."
"Have you forgotten what I told you? Didn't I ask you to register two factories and two brands? The new factories and new brands will be used for export. They can sue if they want. The lawsuit will drag on for a few years, and then I will go bankrupt in front of them. Wouldn't that make them all happy?"
"But what about the money in the account? If I lose the lawsuit, I will have to pay compensation."
"Don't ask me such a simple question. Chen Zongjie knows how to solve the problem by putting on a few layers of shells."
Whenever necessary, the industries in Nanchen Village will be disguised as joint ventures, and the joint venture partner is the shell company under Shuangnan Holdings managed by Chen Zongjie. Chen Zongjie has long been an expert in the use of shells.
"Uh... I see."
"This year is a turbulent time for private enterprises. It is hard to predict whether it will be good or bad for our township enterprises. This year we will not talk about development, but maintenance. We will proceed steadily at home and expand abroad. When you go back, you should hold a ceremony and ask the ancestors to show up and send down a calamity to the east, so that our Bai Ri Fei Sheng Service Company can export more coffins."
"How many did you kill?"
Nan Yi glared at Chen Yuxiu and spat, "Everyone who can afford a coffin should chop one to death."
“It’s a bit cruel.”
"Stop talking nonsense." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "In 1985, the country issued a red-headed document, stating that only 42 manufacturers in 20 provinces and cities in China were designated refrigerator manufacturers. In the past three years, non-designated companies have been the target of cleanup.
According to the regulations, they are not allowed to import a compressor, obtain a ton of steel, or even obtain test reports or advertise in the media.
However, there are many profiteers who have the means to obtain domestic and imported raw materials, and the number of non-designated refrigerator factories has not decreased, but has increased.
The hardest-hit area is Hangzhou in Zhejiang Province. I checked and found that there are more than 60 companies of all sizes, and more than 20 of them have an annual output of more than 100,000 units. They are larger in scale and more technologically advanced than many designated enterprises.
I even found that the two designated enterprises didn't have any production lines at all, and their factory buildings weren't even topped off. This is embarrassing for the local authorities, and the cleanup will certainly be tough, and most of them will probably be shut down.
If they went bankrupt, we would lend a helping hand to them. We would go and look at their unsold inventory and production lines. We would buy the inventory at a low price and sell it to Southeast Asia. If the production lines were in good condition or relatively advanced, we would buy them back and store them, and gamble on whether we could sell them to other refrigerator companies in the future. If they were useless, we would just smash them and sell them for money when the scrap metal market was good. ”
"A good production line will definitely not be sold at a very low price. What if it fails?"
Nan Yi choked up and said in a low voice: "Yu Xiu, helping others is a good thing, but you have to do it within your means. If you can't afford the production line, then don't buy it. We can just buy some scrap metal and then go back to buy the scrap production line after a while."
When Chen Yuxiu heard Nan Yi's words, he immediately understood what he meant. He was trying to lower the price as much as possible and buy the production line at the price of scrap metal. He couldn't help but mutter, "Is this what you call helping?"
Nan Yi glanced at Chen Yuxiu and said, "Don't complain. I'm really not trying to take advantage of someone's misfortune. If the current situation continues, it will become increasingly difficult to expand your business from scratch. If you don't have money, how can you make a comeback?
If I were in their position, I would accept the defeat and sell as many as I could, as long as I still had the capital in my hands, if the east is dark, I can light up the west.
Don't think that the inventory is easy to sell. If we are not the ones to do it, and someone else tells him that he can't sell it at all, not to mention that the production line needs to wait for an opportunity to be sold domestically, and who can tell when that will be. After a long time, if the production line becomes outdated, it will become scrap metal in our hands.
If I didn’t have a way to sell overseas, it’s hard to say whether we could make money. But my method is very expensive to use, so we must keep our acquisition costs as low as possible to reduce our risks.”
"Since there are risks, why not just not do it?" Chen Yuxiu said in a dilemma.
"We have to do it. Overseas expansion is easy to say but difficult to do. It's a good opportunity for me to practice with the refrigerator inventory and try my hand at it. If there are any mistakes, I can cover them up."
"I see. Making money is secondary. You mainly want to train your troops."
"That's about right." Nan Yi patted his thighs with both hands, stood up and said, "Okay, let's stop here and find a place to eat."
"Go to Chenghuang Temple and eat crab roe buns. This is the only food I know about in Shanghai."
"Okay, I'll take you there."
Nan Yi took Chen Yuxiu to Nanxiang Xiaolongbao for a feast of expensive dumplings, and then sent him to the hotel. After that, he went directly to the TV counter of Baiyi.
During last year's rush to buy, all the color TV stocks in the country were sold out, and the TV manufacturing companies had a great year. But as soon as the New Year was over, hard times began.
Since February, the country has imposed high special consumption taxes and localization development funds on color TVs. An 18-inch color TV that sells for around 4,000 yuan has to pay about 900 yuan. In addition, a color TV monopoly has been implemented. Not everyone who wants to sell can do so. In the past, there were thousands of places selling color TVs in Shanghai, but this year there are only a little over 100 left.
Last year, the TV factory worked in three shifts, with people working non-stop but machines running non-stop, working hard. While the TVs were still on the production line, people who were going to pick up the goods were already waiting at the factory gate early. The gatekeepers and loaders received several packs of good cigarettes every day.
This year, the situation has taken a big turn. Once the sales points were cut, the supply and demand relationship changed. The supply and marketing staff of the TV factory, who used to be so arrogant and looked down on people, now packed their bedding and ran around the country, calling everyone they met grandpa or grandma, and even wanted to kneel down and beg them to buy a few TVs.
Yang Kaiyan has already told Nan Yi that the compensation that Nan Yi and Leng Yan received for pretending to be grandchildren at the TV factory has been paid. Not only can Asia make a profit from the price difference when selling TVs, but she can also get high rebates from manufacturers, ranging from 15% to 30%. No matter how big the brand is or how popular it is, if it is lower than 15%, then there will be no deal.
Nan Yi looked at an 18-inch color TV on the counter that was priced at only 3,570 yuan. He added up all the costs and made a rough calculation. He found that it was impossible for the TV factory to make any money. If the factory had problems with cost control, it would even lose money.
Looking at the televisions, Nan Yi saw the backlog of products, the depletion of funds in the television factory, and the increasing delays in the payment of goods by the television factory to upstream companies, forming a closed loop of one owing another.
"The triangular debt has come, and many people in Wenchangwei will cry."
After the factory in the village was contracted out, the rule that Nan Yi had originally set of owing external debts for half a year and collecting internal debts as soon as possible was broken. It became a matter of delaying payments to external debts as much as possible, but not caring about being delayed internally. He was already deeply in debt. If he started collecting debts now, there was still a chance to get some of them back. If he delayed any further, he would just have to wait to be delayed to death.
After standing in front of the TV for a long time, Nan Yi left under the salesperson's disgusted gaze.
Bored, Nan Yi walked on the street for a while and saw a fortune-telling stall on the side of the street. The fortune-teller had his hair tied up in a bun, a long goatee, clear eyes, and looked a bit like an immortal.
Nan Yi hesitated for a while, then walked to the fortune-telling stall, "Master, please give me some advice."
The fortune teller looked at Nan Yi, stroked his goatee, and said slowly: "Young man, what do you want to ask? Career or family?"
"Master, please tell me how I can make over 100 million in a month."
As soon as Nan Yi's words came out, the veins on the fortune teller's face bulged out, intertwined and twisted, the hand stroking his beard trembled with anger, he gathered his energy in his dantian, used the Tiyunzong move and stood up in an instant.
"Tell me, little jerk, who sent you here to mess things up?"
"Master, please don't be angry. No one sent me here. Sorry to bother you. It seems that you can't solve my problem."
Nan Yi was a little disappointed. He didn't expect to get an answer from the fortune-telling stall, but he should at least hear some encouraging or confusing words. He never expected the other party to jump up directly.
As he turned to leave, the fortune teller's angry words caught up with him, "What a fool! If I knew how to make a lot of money, I would still be here telling fortunes."