Volume 6: The Great Change Chapter 0820 The Wind Rises
"When I was planning for the Putuoshan Food Factory, I once proposed an idea of making contraceptive food. I suggested starting from this aspect and producing contraceptive bubble gum. Women in our country are embarrassed to take contraceptive pills. If contraceptive pills are made into bubble gum, they can be eaten at night to clear the mouth and there is no need to be embarrassed. It is killing two birds with one stone.
In addition, we can also develop bubble gum that repels insects, prevents tooth decay, cures stomach problems, and zinc and calcium supplements for children, so that parents can easily donate generously to meet their children's needs.
It is said that the export of contraceptive pills in our country is restricted, but bubble gum is probably not the same, right?"
“Nonsense.”
After hearing what He Yang said, Nan Yi couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.
What He Yang said is a practice of selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton. It fundamentally changes the snack positioning of "Bubble Gum". In fact, it is just skirting the consumer awareness of "Bubble Gum" and the popularity of "Big Bubble Gum". At first glance, his idea is okay, but upon careful consideration, it is pure nonsense.
Functional chewing gum must not only achieve functional effects and have a good taste, but also consider the issue of preservation. Huge amounts of money must be invested in research and development. Once the product is successfully developed, how much should it be priced to compete with Big Da Bubble Gum?
How can we make consumers accept the change in the concept of bubble gum?
As far as Nan Yi thinks, if this is a composition assignment and he has to make these products, it would be easier and more feasible to separate himself from bubble gum and forge ahead with a new product path.
The person who asked the question thanked the speaker and sat down. Some people asked questions impatiently, and the lecture instantly turned into a question-and-answer session.
The second person who asked the question was a liquor businessman and wanted He Yang to come up with an idea. He Yang reacted quickly and came up with an idea after only thinking for a few seconds - the magic wine bottle.
The principle of the magic wine bottle is very simple. The inside of the bottle is divided into two halves, one half is filled with strong liquor and the other half is filled with low-alcohol liquor. Turn it once to pour out strong liquor for guests who can drink, and turn it again to pour out low-alcohol liquor for guests who cannot drink.
The wine bottle has a bronze appearance and is made of frosted glass, with patterns represented by transparent lines. It combines ornamental and practical functions and has distinct Chinese characteristics.
Fortunately, Zheng Xiu died early and was buried far away, otherwise, she would have crawled out of the grave and chuckled, "This bottle sounds familiar. Why is it so similar to my Nine-Curved Mandarin Duck Pot?"
After the magic wine bottle, Nan Yi listened to three excellent solutions: an all-weather watch, a labor protection calendar, and chopsticks engraved with the days of the week. After a total of five solutions, the lecture ended.
Nan Yi was very upset after spending 900 yuan. "What a pity! I might as well spend the 900 yuan on listening to a pyramid scheme lecturer's brainwashing. At least they know how to manipulate people's hearts."
After walking out of the room and coming outside, Bao Huantou, who had been unsure just now, asked Nan Yi, "Master Nan, do you think He Yang is reliable?"
"In my personal opinion, it's okay to listen to his ideas on business. He has a quick wit and a wide range of knowledge. He just said that according to an authoritative hospital in Beijing, his IQ is only two points away from a full score, which makes him better than Einstein or Newton.
But if you want to start a business, his approach won’t work at all. A business cannot be built by quick wits and ideas, but by product quality and service.”
"Oh, that's what happened, Master Nan, where are you going later? Do you want to go to Huanyu for a ride?"
"Forget it, it's almost time for dinner, and I have an appointment tonight."
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"I'm sick of writing. I really am sick of writing. Now my head hurts whenever I see manuscript paper. I don't want to write anymore. I really don't want to write anymore."
In our courtyard, Wang Li, holding a cigarette in his mouth, complained to Nan Yi with a smug look on his face.
In the domestic literary world in 1991, Wang Lu was not necessarily the most influential one, but he was definitely the one who made the most money. Other writers could only rely on writing to make ends meet, but Wang Lu had already made a fortune, and his royalties were beyond the imagination of others.
Nan Yi took a palm-leaf fan and blew air towards the stove to make the charcoal inside burn quickly. When the charcoal turned bright red, he put a large casserole on it and told the cook next to him to go back first.
Bring the stove to the table, put the large pieces of boiled beef bones into the casserole, cover it with a lid and let it boil.
He picked up a piece of hairy tofu on the table and put it in his mouth, then drank some rice wine from Chiang Kai-shek's hometown, hummed intoxicatedly, picked up a piece of garlic and dipped it in the crab sauce, took a bite, and then picked up a piece of fat and lean beef slices grilled on the wire mesh. It was so crispy and filling.
"Nan Batian, damn, I'm talking to you."
Wang Qi realized that he had just performed a one-man show, so he quickly gave a secret signal to Nan Yi.
"Yes."
Nan Yi took two pieces of paper and wiped his mouth, then picked up the Yibao purified water on the table and took a sip. He smacked his lips and muttered, "The taste is a little different."
"What's different?" Wang Li asked.
"I said this water is different from tap water."
"Nonsense, it's three dollars a bottle, how can it be the same as tap water?"
"You are really educated, you hit the nail on the head. I was wondering what the difference is between this water and other waters, and you got it straight to the point. Yes, the prices are different." Nan Yi said, and suddenly raised his voice, "Your price for climbing the grid is different from others, you are taking advantage and still acting cute, I want to beat you up."
"Hey, I earned my high salary by myself, it didn't fall from the sky, others can't envy me. I'm really sick of writing and I really don't want to write anymore. How about finding me a lighter job, not too demanding, 5,000 yuan a month is enough."
Nan Yi laughed sarcastically, "You just finished writing 'I am your father', so when you go back, you can start writing 'I am your son', and the first sentence should be: I have a father, his last name is Nan, and he lives next door to me..."
"Fuck, taking advantage of me, I..."
Wang Qi got so excited that the cigarette butt flew out of his mouth and landed right in Nan Yi's crab sauce. The flying cigarette ashes covered several dishes on the table.
"Damn, when did you go for further studies? You could only spit before, but now you can spit fire." Nan Yi spat and quickly went to save the vegetables that still needed saving.
After some trouble, three dishes were removed from the table, Nan Yi's sauce was replaced with a new one, the bones in the casserole were seasoned, and the beef and offal were put in for hot pot.
"How are you going to deal with the three-piece shit thing? Are you really right?"
"What are you thinking? It's enough to just use the sole of your shoe to clean up the dung beetle. Who the hell would just use their hands to hit it? Don't you think it's dirty?"
"That's right." Wang Qi smacked his lips and said something strange. "Who are you, Nan Batian? You can reach the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the five oceans. You are a great man. It's an insult to you for a small character to take action yourself."
"Hey, your Wang family has horns on their heads. When Nuwa pinched your lineage, she gave you a big reward of gratitude. Your mouth is not only for eating, but also for holding back farts, right?"
Nan Yi was no less impressive and directly retorted with strange words.
"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. Tell me, how are you going to deal with that grandson?"
"What's there to ask? If you want, wait until you're done drinking and come to Maxim's."
“It’s quite mysterious.”
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There is a saying in physiognomy that the lame, cruel, blind, vicious, dumb and bad are all bad. Disabled people are generally very docile and have defects. They know that they have no advantage in a fight and will only get beaten.
But not all people are like this. There are exceptions among the disabled. In the Tuanjie Lake area there is a man named Zhao Quezi who is a very difficult person to deal with.
Zhao Quezi, as the name suggests, has a lame leg. It's not congenital, nor is it caused by polio, nor is it due to a car accident. He just practiced barbell exercise and got his leg lame.
Zhao Quezi's father's surname is Zhao. When he was a child, he was fortunate enough to see Zhao Quezi, one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Tianqiao, the Second Generation", juggling on the horizontal bar on Tianqiao. He was fascinated by such moves as the one-handed big push, the neck choking, the swallow flip, and the Nachi exploring the sea.
Old Zhao wanted to practice barbell training on his own, but unfortunately, he had only practiced for less than three months when he encountered a major social change. He was tied down by a series of trivial matters such as working in a factory, getting married, and supporting his family, and he no longer had the energy to practice.
Fathers like to let their sons make up for their regrets. When Xiao Zhao, the lame Zhao, was just three years old, his father set a goal in life for him - to practice pole-lifting and become a pole-lifting master.
It's no wonder that, because of Lao Zhao's obsession with gangzi, he knew everything about the gangzi world in Beijing, and he easily got in touch with the "first generation of the Eight Eccentrics of Tianqiao", who was also a descendant of gangzi master Tian Quezi. The descendant of Tian Quezi was moved by Lao Zhao's sincerity (two packs of cigarettes and three pounds of Fuqiang flour) and accepted Xiao Zhao as his son.
One teaches with all his heart, the other learns with all his heart, and they work day and night.
In a blink of an eye, six years passed, and Xiao Zhao had learned the stick technique quite well. During a graduation performance for Lao Zhao, Xiao Zhao's desire to perform was excessive, and he did a "stick-touching and flying" move that he had not yet mastered. As a result, he fell to the ground with a thud, and one of his legs was broken.
From then on, Xiao Zhao became Zhao Quezi, and Lao Zhao's dream was realized far beyond expectations - Zhao Quezi called him Laozi.
Ever since Zhao Quezi became Zhao Quezi, he not only did not blame others or give up on himself, but practiced even harder. Just like the Exorcism Sword Technique required castration of oneself to practice correctly, a non-lame person could not understand the true meaning of the sword. Zhao Quezi understood it, and his realm soared. At the age of eighteen, he was better than his master.
In the same year, in order to create a good environment for Zhao Cuzi to practice martial arts, Old Zhao, who worked day and night, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He lay in bed for three days and died of overwork with a smile on his face.
As soon as Old Zhao left, the pole was taken away with him. Zhao Cuzi became detached and no longer mentioned the damn pole. He wanted to make money, lots of it.
Since then, a difficult character has appeared in the Tuanjiehu area. Zhao Quezi, leaning on a single crutch, would visit video halls, gambling dens, and places where dealers negotiate business from time to time. He would first play the victim, and if that didn't work, he would act ruthless. He never thought a hundred was too much, and fifty was never too little, and he could always make seven or eight hundred a month.
After ensuring basic living expenses, Zhao Quezi added "Qingshou" to his business scope. Qingshou is the business of helping people settle disputes for money. It appeared in the Ming Dynasty. At first, it mainly helped people fight. By the end of the Ming Dynasty, it had become standardized and diversified.
This morning, Zhao Quezi took on a new order. The work was not difficult and the pay was quite good. Since others were grateful, Zhao Quezi naturally knew how to give back and did his best to do the job well.
At the entrance of Maxim's Restaurant, after Zhao Guizi arrived, he leaned against an electric pole, smoking a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the road outside the restaurant, like a cat staring at a mouse hole.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he threw away his half-smoked cigarette, and quickly ran forward on his crutches. As he ran, he changed a plastic bag in his hand into a cup. When he was only half a meter away from a person, he called out softly, "Geng Lu."
When Geng Lu heard someone calling him, he stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a lame man running towards him. He opened his mouth to ask, "Who are you?", but as soon as he opened his mouth, a bucket of golden juice poured from his head to his feet.
"Fuck... Bah bah bah..."
As soon as Geng Lu started cursing, he was doomed. The golden juice flowed along the nasolabial groove into his mouth. He felt nauseous and squatted down to dry heave. He vomited and vomited until he vomited out more than he took in.
Zhao Quezi just stood there and watched, until he was sure that Geng Lu was fine, he laughed and said, "This is the capital, don't be so arrogant, be careful next time."
The mission is completed and the reward can be safely pocketed.
Seventy meters away, the tiger cub witnessed everything, pulled his collar, smiled faintly, and turned away.
[I've made a major revision. I'm sorry to everyone, but I had to make a revision. After the revision, I found that it was not the flavor I wanted. I deleted and revised 600 to 700 words.]
Before he had dinner with Fang Chong, Nan Yi invited Fang Dong to the old house and gave him a small job, which was to build a 1.5-meter iron fence on the top of the wall. The top should not be shaped like an arrow but into a U shape. In case someone insisted to climb up, it would reduce the possibility of accidents.
Nan Yi knew very well that if someone really wanted to make a move here, he couldn't stop him. He just wanted to stop boring people like and make them give up.
After instructing Fang Dong about the renovation of the courtyard wall, at dinner time, Nan Yi introduced Fang Chong to Yi Jinru. He stayed at Gong Xue's place for one night and went to Liu's house the next morning. After having lunch there, Nan Yi hurriedly left the capital.
Mid-April.
Nan Yi flew to New York to handle Nan's official business and reunited with his eldest son for a few days. Then he set foot on the land of Qiongdao again.
A few years ago, Qiongdao experienced a boom in development in the mid-1980s, marked by the automobile incident. Many local bosses started their fortunes from the automobile incident.
When walking around Qiongdao Island, you can often hear people reminiscing about the grand occasion of the past, saying that someone made a fortune trading cars, which was a real way to make a fortune.
Some people also say that at that time, if you could drive, someone would hire you to drive from the dock to the outside, and it would cost several hundred yuan per trip. Wouldn't you have to drive ten or eight trips a day?
This is making a small fortune.
In the past few years, Qiongdao Island launched several large projects, doing engineering and selling building materials, and a group of people really made a lot of money.
Nan Yi has heard a lot of such wealth stories in Coconut City, and he came to a conclusion: it is best to let such rumors go in one ear and out the other. It is the instinct of gossip spreaders to add fuel to the fire, and as soon as the upper and lower lips open their mouths, numbers come out.
Moreover, we cannot rule out the envy or jealousy of those who make extensive use of exaggeration and powerful imagination, allowing the listeners to stand on the shoulders of giants and transform urban stories into fantasy.
Nan Yi had not done any serious investigation or research on what the situation was like at that time. As a layman, he was a gossiper when things did not concern him. In his eyes, numbers were just toys, used as embellishments.
Anyway, there were always some people who became rich from the car incident back then, probably quite a few. Many of them squandered all the money they earned and did not keep any as seeds to make more money.
In any case, from that time on, the prelude to the development and opening up of Qiongdao was unveiled.
Because of the car incident, the people of Qiongdao particularly miss a certain leader. When Nan Yi first arrived on the island, he knew that there was a tomb of Hai Rui in Xiuying and a Temple of the Five Dukes in the city. He had been running around for a few pieces of silver before, and when he came back this time, he did not get down to work directly, but went for a walk first.
Nan Yi knew the name Hai Rui quite early on. After all, he was a figure mentioned in textbooks, and he had written this name on his homework and test papers more than once. But it was only much later that he had a deep understanding of him.
The Five Dukes Temple enshrines five high-ranking officials who were demoted and exiled to an isolated island during the Tang and Song dynasties - Li Deyu, Li Gang, Zhao Ding, Li Guang and Hu Quan, who served as prime minister or deputy prime minister at different times.
While visiting the Five Lords Temple, Nan Yi heard a few locals discussing: "We should add another Lord here and change it to the Six Lords Temple. He came to Qiongdao from Guangdong Province without bringing anyone with him, and left with nothing."
Nan Yi knew who the "he" they were talking about was, but since it involved matters of political life, his gossip fire would not be aroused. After listening to them, he silently thought about the impact of the car incident on Qiongdao.
On the positive side, it has inspired the commodity awareness of the people of Qiongdao, and made them realize that enduring hardship and poverty is not a natural thing. The people of Qiongdao dare to think and act, and have a precious simplicity, honesty and perseverance engraved in their bones.
For thousands of years, the influence of the rebels who were exiled or demoted to the isolated island, the blood inheritance and the transmission of ideas they left behind have been integrated into the local traditions and culture.
After visiting the two places, Nan Yi came to the vicinity of Wanghai Tower again, found a familiar newsstand, and got the newspaper that the newspaper seller asked him to keep, a thick stack of 70 centimeters.
The tavern by the sea was still in full view. He picked up two stones to press down the newspaper and asked the boss to serve a platter of one vegetable and one vegetable. Nan Yi flipped through the newspaper with his greasy hands.
To sum up the news in the newspaper, those who could stay at sea stayed, and those who couldn't left. Most of them were left with nothing and had a hard time. Only a few of them could accomplish anything, which only added to their loneliness.
Many government and enterprises from provinces, cities and ministries have invested heavily and moved south, some for trial and some for real.
There are more and more "fake foreign" companies like Yiwan International, with employees ranging from third to ninth degree in karate. Some of them only hold a foreign passport, take out loans from the mainland, make money from the mainland, and put hard, bright blue banknotes into their pockets.
There are also relatives of foreign businessmen who, upon being entrusted by others, not only failed to run the business well, but even only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, squandering the hard-earned money of others abroad, damaging the country's reputation.
In April 1991, most of the people in Coconut City had walked through Laozi's alchemy furnace. They all had sharp eyes and were keenly aware of who was serious and who was just joking, whether they had the strength or not, and whether they were here to develop the city or just to make a quick buck. At this point, no one could hide anything from anyone else.
The real estate industry in Qiongdao is like the magma of the Ma'anling volcano: calm on the surface, but boiling in secret. Everyone is holding their breath and waiting for the catalyst to pour down from the crater.
Hold back, wait, burst out...
Ma Mengyu sat there from 2:00 until the incandescent light in the sky was lit up, and then he drove his Subor to meet Nan Yi. The empty plates were removed, and a few new dishes were served. After Ma Mengyu had filled his stomach, the process of reporting work and performance review began.
"Old Ma, when we were doing the project budget, we reserved an extra 15 million for the entire Dream Town project. It's okay to spend a little more money. I only care about the quality of the project. If anyone cuts corners, I will not only lose hundreds of millions of dollars of investment, but also turn the table over."
Nan Yi said, glancing at Ma Mengyu's nose bridge, then glancing down at his belly, "When the time comes, I will start from the inside if I want to hold someone accountable. They say that you should use both kindness and power to govern people. Well, you've seen it. Power, I seem to be a little short of it. Don't panic, you'll have a chance to see it.
At lunchtime tomorrow, we will conduct a surprise inspection of the construction site. It is a clear rule in our construction site that you should not drink alcohol while working. Before, we just posted documents and hung slogans. Now we need to take this matter seriously. Tomorrow, those who are found guilty will only be given a warning and a safety production training class will be held.
If they are caught for the second time, there will be no mercy, the workers will be fired on the spot, and if they are caught, the contractor will be fined 20,000 yuan, not deducted from the project payment, but asked to pay separately. If they don’t pay, they can leave immediately.”
Ma Mingyu looked embarrassed, "Boss, most of the work on the construction site is heavy work. Workers work from 6am to 11:30am, so they must be tired. Drinking some wine and taking a nap can help them feel better. If they don't drink, they won't be able to hold on in the afternoon."
"There are several freezers on the construction site, so people can drink sour plum soup and ten-drop water as much as they want. The conditions in the work sheds are as good as possible, and couples' rooms are built in secluded places so that they can have a place to meet their needs. I do all this because I understand the hard work of the workers.
It is true that drinking can relieve fatigue and ensure efficiency at work in the afternoon, but drinking too much can not only relieve fatigue, but it is also easy to fall off the shelf. What if you fall to death? What if you fall and become paralyzed? "
In his previous life, two or three years later, around 1993 or 1994, Nan Yi worked as a laborer on a construction site. He knew how the workers worked, what they ate and drank, what they did and talked about after work. He had been involved in the work, had heard, seen, and thought about it. He also had a general understanding of their pain points and pleasure points.
"You say, should we give pensions, funeral expenses, resettlement allowances? Should we give living expenses? Give them, how much do you think is appropriate? If we give too much, do you believe that someone will take the initiative to jump? If we give too little, how can we feel at ease?"
After taking a sip of wine and slowing down, Nan Yi continued, "If something really happens, I will definitely give what I deserve, but I can't do it in a big way. I have to give it quietly. I don't want to see anyone actively imitate me. Of course, it's best if nothing happens, or at least less.
When the weather is hot, the scalp will get hot when wearing a safety helmet, and the workers will want to shave off a layer of their scalp. I know this, but this is still not a reason for them not to wear safety helmets.
As long as I am on the construction site, I have to wear a safety helmet even when I am taking a shit, slacking off, or taking a break. If I am lazy, I will wear my safety shoes even if they have not been washed for a long time, even if the stench can spread to Guangzhou. "
Nan Yi gestured with his hand to tighten the rope, "Safety is a tight ring, tighten it, tighten it as hard as you can, even if you are accused of being a horse-skinned person, you must tighten it as hard as you can. From the start of construction to the completion of the entire project, I will give you three disability indicators.
If nothing goes wrong, I'll give you an extra 1 million. If one goes wrong, I'll give you 500,000. If two go wrong, you can get 200,000. If only three go wrong, I'll go to the stationery wholesale street and buy you 10,000 certificates for you to use as wall stickers."
Nan Yi’s last words made Ma Mengyu burst into laughter. Pasting the award certificate on the wall was a really good idea.
"Have fun, there are rewards and punishments. If there is more than one, I will fine you 50,000. If there are more than five, I'm sorry, that only means that there is a problem with your ability, Lao Ma, and our fate is over.
Quality and safety are the two major issues you need to focus on. Whether you do well or not not only affects your rewards and punishments, but also your promotion, so you must be careful. "
"Boss, I understand."
"Also, take care of yourself. I haven't seen you for less than three months, and the words 'drunkenness' and 'excessive sex' are already etched on your face."
"Well……"
Nan Yi’s words left Ma Mengyu speechless.
The next day, in the morning, when Nan Yi got up early to exercise, he heard the sound of firecrackers in the village. He took a detour and found a place that looked like an ancestral hall. He saw bamboo banners and white mourning clothes, as well as a coffin in a corner.
When it was time to go to work, Nan Yi called Zhao Jinshui and asked him to pay tribute on behalf of Yiwan International and offer a hundred yuan in consecration money.
Yiwan International is rooted in Longkunxia Village. No matter who in the village has a wedding or funeral, they should show their support. It doesn’t cost much money in a year, but it can lay a good foundation among the masses.
Zhao Jinshui went, and when he came back he brought back gifts, thirty Yuan (silk money) [usually silk money is returned on the spot according to a certain proportion (depending on local customs). In fact, collecting silk money is like collecting meal money, and those who have given silk money can and should attend the banquet], a bar of soap, and a handful of sugar.
Nan Yi kept one piece of candy for himself, and asked Zhao Jinshui to give the rest to Song Jia, and the employees in the company could share them.
The past three days passed uneventfully. The eldest sister-in-law came from Xiangkeng to temporarily take over Huzi's position, and Huzi had time to investigate Cheng Hainan.
The eldest sister-in-law is big in the right places, and she is no worse than a tiger cub in blocking bullets. Moreover, she gives people a very seductive feeling, and exudes a sense of sexiness. If you tell others that she is a bodyguard, not many people will believe it. Ninety percent of people will think that she is Nan Yi's mistress.
"Past?"
Nan Yi was asking his sister-in-law whether she had gotten over the grief of losing her sister.
"It's over."
"Just go ahead. Change your code name. It has caused a lot of inconvenience to my sister-in-law. From now on, your code name will be Tianxian."
"yes."
Sister-in-law, no, Tianxian was originally the backup force of Nan Yi's personal bodyguard. In order to be competent for this job, she has been training for several years. After a little running-in, she quickly got into the state.
When two-thirds of April had passed, Nan Yi inexplicably got a part-time job as the director of the Coconut City office. He was needed to receive people with all kinds of connections, both direct and indirect. They all came from the mainland and came to set up real estate companies. They included connections with Lai Biao, Chen Feng, Wang Zhen, the Nan family, and classmates.
Nan Yi only told a few people that he was in Coconut City, which was equivalent to telling the whole world. Anyone could find clues and call his pager.
Not long ago, Ma Mengyu, who had just been pretending to ask others to take care of their health, was dragged out by Nan Yi to help him entertain various people, accompany them for food and drinks, find office space and a series of other trivial matters.
One day, Xu Xiaofang also called Nan Yi and said that her cousin's husband's niece was also in Coconut City and was in urgent need of money. She asked Nan Yi to send the money to her first and she would settle the matter with Nan Yi later.
After hearing the number, Nan Yi took the responsibility of the matter.
Soon, Nan Yi met the niece of his cousin's husband at Haicheng Restaurant. After hearing Hu Guanghua say that the drunken shrimps at this restaurant were a specialty, he arranged to meet there.
Fish maw soup, steamed grouper, and a vegetable. After Nan Yi found out that the other party's name was Lin Yan, a glass bowl filled with lively shrimps was brought up by the waiter. White wine was poured into it and the lid was immediately closed. The shrimps jumped around anxiously in the bowl.
Seeing that Xia had drunk enough wine, Nan Yi retracted his gaze and looked at Lin Yan, "Ms. Lin, 100,000 yuan is not more or less. Tell me what you are going to use the money for. I can give you some advice for reference."
Hearing Nan Yi's question, Lin Yan was a little embarrassed. She was going to use the 100,000 yuan to do a business, which was a business opportunity she had discovered with great difficulty. She had only heard of the name of the person opposite her a day ago and had just met him in person a few minutes ago. How could she conveniently tell him her business secrets?
Seeing Lin Yan's expression, Nan Yi nodded secretly in his heart.
So he said apologetically: "I'm sorry, my question was a bit presumptuous. You just need to tell me whether you are borrowing money for business and how long it will take to pay me back, so that I can have an idea."
"Yes, I use it for business..." Lin Yan thought for a moment, "I can pay it back in about two months."
"No problem. After dinner, let's go to the bank and I'll deposit the money into your account." Nan Yi said as he opened the lid of the glass bowl. "The drunken shrimps are almost done. I heard that the drunken shrimps here are the best in Coconut City. Let's try it."
