When Gong Xue comes back from get off work, Nan Yi goes out to eat with her.
Having not been part of the Beijing's urban life for a long time, Nan Yi was not familiar with many of the current sayings. For example, the "Three Knives and One Axe" refers to the high-end restaurants in the Beijing. The Three Knives does not mean three, but several, and the One Axe refers to the Shanfu Restaurant.
If anyone can go to these places to eat out, he will definitely be looked up to when he leaves. If he meets someone who likes to show off, he will even talk a lot about it in the alley.
Yi Fu had already gone there, although he didn't eat. Gong Xue, who was popularizing market knowledge to Nan Yi, took him to Mingzhu Seafood, which was ranked next to Sandao. As the name suggests, it serves Cantonese-style seafood.
Nan Yi once heard Yi Jinru say that Cantonese cuisine is now considered high-end in Beijing, and it can be as fashionable as it can be. Even if you order a bullfrog, the waiter has to bring a small bucket over for the customers to check. Nowadays, if people in Beijing want to show off, they will go to Cantonese restaurants.
Gong Xue brought Nan Yi to Mingzhu Seafood, sat down at the table, and looked at the menu. Eight of the ten dishes were priced at current prices, and the remaining two were very expensive with marked prices, more expensive than Xiangxun, and not cheaper than thirty years later.
"What do you want to eat?" Gong Xue asked as she flipped through the menu.
"You decide."
Nan Yi looked around and saw that the restaurant was over 80% occupied. He also glanced at the dishes on the table. Soon, he calculated the restaurant's approximate daily turnover and profit.
If the attendance rate was this high every day, we could earn at least eight figures a year.
Nan Yi suddenly wanted to catch up, so he invested 100 or 200 million to open a seafood restaurant in major cities across the country, run it for two years, split it up and transfer it, and if he did well, he could make 400 or 500 million.
"What are you looking at?" Gong Xue ordered the dishes and asked when she saw Nan Yi looking elsewhere.
Nan Yi turned back and said, "I'm jealous of the good business here."
"Nowadays, as long as the restaurant cooks good food, it will have good business." Gong Xue said disapprovingly.
"The profits of other restaurants are not as high as those of seafood restaurants. The prices of meat such as pork, mutton, beef, chicken, duck and goose are relatively transparent. It won't work if restaurants charge too much. Most people don't know the price of seafood and most of them have never eaten it. The price can be shouted out to the sky. I'm jealous, really jealous." Nan Yi said sourly.
"Haha, I'm jealous. You should open one too."
Nan Yi smacked his lips and said regretfully, "Forget it. It's no use opening one or two. Opening too many will cause too much trouble. If you open a business, you have to respect everyone who comes. If you use your power to bully others, your business won't last long."
The issue of IOUs alone is enough to give Nan Yi a headache. It would be simple to include it in the sunk costs, but the profits would be greatly reduced. If he wants to solve it properly, he doesn't know how many connections he will need to use and how much dirty work he will have to deal with. There are too few cities where he can open a chain restaurant peacefully. The capital investment is not large, but the investment in personal connections is too much, so it's better not to make money.
"Xiao Yi..."
"What did you call me?"
"Xiao Yi, you call me Sister Xingfu, and I will call you Xiao Yi." Gong Xue said as a matter of course.
Nan Yi spread his hands and said, "Okay, Xiao Yi is Xiao Yi."
Gong Xue laughed and said, "Xiao Yi, don't think about making money everywhere. It's impossible for all the money in the world to go into your pocket."
"What you said makes sense. I won't bother with this business anymore. Sister Xingfu, you are so enlightened. Tell me, how much money have you saved now?"
"Not much. Didn't you tell me that buying a house now is a more suitable investment for me? So I used most of my money to buy houses. I bought several houses in San Francisco, the West Coast, Hong Kong, and Shanghai."
"How many sets?"
"It's a secret. I won't tell you." Gong Xue smiled slyly.
Nan Yi moved closer to Gong Xue and whispered, "Tell me a secret, and I'll tell you a secret, so that each of us will have one more secret."
"If more than one person knows it, it's not a secret."
"You have a strong sense of confidentiality. Forget it, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."
"Okay, I'm just kidding." Gong Xue glanced at Nan Yi and said, "I bought 4 houses in Shanghai, 1 for my parents and the other 3 are rented out; I bought 3 houses on the west coast of San Francisco; I bought 6 houses in Hong Kong, 3 in Hong Kong Island, 2 in Kowloon, and 1 in Tsim Sha Tsui. Hey, you said that the housing prices in Hong Kong have risen so fast, will they fall in the future?"
"You don't have to worry about whether it goes up or down, I'm here. If I don't tell you to sell, just keep holding on. When you really want to sell, I'll tell you."
"I'll listen to you."
Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and Nan Yi met Henri Monet, the president of Dabifan, in the old house.
A few days ago, Henri Monet sent an email to Nan Yi, reporting that he would set up two subsidiaries in Beijing in the future, one called Hongxue Fund and the other called Tang and Song Auction House.
"Henry, tell me your specific ideas."
"Boss, this is the case. In recent years, I have frequently flown to China to deal with Oriental art. I have had many contacts with Chinese artists and have a good understanding of their living conditions. In New York, I know many Chinese painters living in New York, and I also have a good understanding of their living conditions in New York.
In fact, it is the same all over the world. Before an artist becomes famous, his living conditions cannot be very good, but the situation in China is relatively worse.
Three years ago, I met the Ullens couple from Belgium. In 1987, they bought the paintings of several emerging painters at very low prices. Currently, these painters have a strong upward trend. I believe that it won’t be long before they will stand out and become famous painters.
In addition to the Ullens couple, I also know a Swiss diplomat stationed in China who is particularly interested in painting. He has visited many Chinese painters and collected a number of paintings.
There are also some people I don’t know who are also paying attention to the Chinese painting world. This made me realize that the model of avant-garde galleries cannot be limited to New York, but also need to transplant the business to China.”
"The Yuruns you mentioned, they are not simply hoarding paintings?" Nan Yi asked.
"Hoarding is only the first step. We need to push up the value of paintings later. Boss, what I want to do is similar to what the Ullens did. My plan is to select a group of young Chinese painters with rising potential and invite them to join the Redology Fund.
For young painters who become members of the Redology Fund, we will buy out their paintings for the next two to five years at a relatively high price, which may be US$20 or US$1 million, depending on the painter's potential for growth.
After reaching the buyout agreement, we will hold exhibitions for young painters, giving them the opportunity to appear on the same stage with world-renowned painters. We will also set up several awards and allow them to receive several honorary titles.
When the fame of a young painter begins to rise, we will try to push up the price of the painter's paintings by buying and selling them at auction houses. When the value of the painter and his paintings increases to a certain level, we will sell the paintings in our hands. "
Nan Yi nodded, "It sounds good, mutually beneficial. I understand the Redology Fund, but what about the Tang and Song Auction House? What do you plan to do with it?"
"Boss, have you forgotten? In the past few years, when art prices were low, Dabifan had been buying Western and Eastern art. Oh, no, in Chinese, it should be called antiques.
Western artworks only need to be sold in the European and American markets, while Eastern antiques can only be sold at a higher price if they are taken to China or to regions influenced by Confucian culture.
Tang Song Auction House is set up to sell oriental antiques in the future. Its main areas of business are oriental antiques and artworks. I plan to use a few years to establish Tang Song Auction House’s position in the oriental antiques circle and even the artwork circle.”
"Well done, Henry, your idea is very good. There is a group of down-and-out painters living in Loudouqiao area of ​​Beijing. You can try to select one person from them and create a successful case with a big contrast.
Before joining the Redology Fund, he went hungry for nine meals out of three days and smoked cigarette butts on the ground; after joining the Redology Fund, he went to high-end restaurants, lived in a fine courtyard house, associated with well-known people in the circle, and was surrounded by beautiful newcomers from the art academy. He often held salons in the courtyard house and invited down-and-out painters he knew before to come and see the world and improve his life.
By the way, the candidate for this successful case would preferably be someone who is recognized as having a lower painting level in the circle of down-and-out painters. This will create a stronger contrast and arouse the resentment of other down-and-out painters.
With such a successful case, it will be easier for you to carry out work and develop clients in the future."
"Okay, Boss."
The day after talking with Henri Monet, Nan Yi went to Xinrongzhai.
After some greetings, Li Xiangrong led Nan Yi to a secluded tea room separated from Xinrongzhai, which was also Li Xiangrong's office.
Li Xiangrong made two cups of high foam and brought them to the table. He sat down next to Nan Yi and started talking. "Uncle Nan, two rare things appeared on the street a few days ago. They are of peculiar shapes and well-made. They are Qin Gong utensils from the Qin Dynasty . They are cast with Qin Gong inscriptions. You can tell they came out of a pit."
"Which Duke Qin? Could it be that the tomb of Qin Shi Huang's father was robbed?" Nan Yi asked curiously.
"It should be earlier. I asked around and found out that it was dug out from a mountain called Dabaozi Mountain in a county in Longyou. It's really strange that tens of thousands of people gathered on a barren mountain to look for treasure. It was so crowded and lively. Peddlers and hawkers also followed, selling noodles, beer and drinks. I heard that some even had their doors half-closed."
"Tsk, so weird, is this a tomb raider or a material exchange meeting? I wonder if it's too late to go up and grab a spot and open a blacksmith shop."
"It's probably too late. The news has already reached the capital, and the police should know about it by now." Li Xiangrong is a clever man and he took Nan Yi's joke seriously.
"Haha." Nan Yi picked up the teacup and blew away the foam on the water. "Did you get those two Qin artifacts you mentioned?"
Li Xiangrong waved his hand, "No, bronze artifacts cannot be touched. If they are touched, it will cause trouble. In China, one piece can only be sold for tens of thousands of yuan at most. If you really want to sell it for a lot of money, you can only send it abroad. This is called smuggling national treasures. Master Nan, I remember your instructions, don't touch the raw pits, the ones that have been passed down are enough to play with, and I won't bother with what comes out of the ground."
"That's good. Do you know who got the thing?"
Li Xiangrong said disdainfully: "After falling into the hands of the devils, this bastard became a local rich man and took everything in his pocket."
"Don't worry about Li Tangming. He's already registered with the police. Who knows when he'll die. Have you figured out who's running the antique business these past few years?"
Li Xiangrong subconsciously glanced at the door of the tea room, stood up, pushed the door that was already tightly closed even tighter, and then walked back to his seat and sat down, "Master Nan, I told you about the Eight-Nation Alliance before. When the Eight-Nation Alliance entered the capital, they took away a lot of good things, but there were also many people who took advantage of the chaos and raided the homes of high-ranking officials and wealthy families and moved a lot of things from them.
Later, the Qing dynasty fell, and those high-ranking officials and wealthy families lost their power. Some of the stolen items reappeared on the market, but most of them never appeared. When something appeared in the world, news would spread more or less. Those things that appeared, in the final analysis, still came from the hands of the bannermen.
After 1910, my grandfather was no longer doing well, but he still had some contact with the bannermen and heard some news. What is certain is that one of the people who robbed things back then was under the banner of the Yehenara clan. It is hard to say whether it is true or not. Another group of people was under the banner of the Shichahai clan, but it is hard to say which banner or clan they were from.
Nan Yi smiled faintly and said, "You say one thing is hard to say, and then another thing is hard to say. This one is the same as not saying anything."
"Uncle Nan, please don't be impatient. Let me continue." Li Xiangrong took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then continued: "In the 1980s, the antique business began to become lively again. It was during the period when Uncle Nan asked me to collect things. In the antique business, we can always hear stories about finding bargains, and there is always this version.
So-and-so was the descendant of a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty. He sold the family treasures as straw, and items that could be sold for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan were only sold for a few thousand yuan. I have heard at least twenty similar stories.
There are both true and false stories like this. There are quite a few descendants of fallen Qing Dynasty officials in Beijing, but most of them are really fallen. Apart from the room they live in, they have no wealth, not to mention the items handed down from their ancestors. If there were any, they would have sold them for food in the early years of the Republic of China.
I had a few decent items at home, but I sold them in those years to buy food. Now I only have one left. That’s because I couldn’t sell it at a high price, and my family also wanted to keep it as a keepsake, so it was passed down by luck.”
Nan Yi nodded, "I understand what you mean. The poor are truly poor, and there is nothing left at home. The story will spread like wildfire. One reason is that everyone loves to hear such stories, and the other is that someone is deliberately fanning the flames. Is that what you mean?"
"That's about it. Some are declining, and some are not. It has always been strong. Master Nan, there was a group of bannermen living in that burned garden. Did you know that?"
"I know. Please continue."
"It was also from the early 1980s that a number of low-key antique collectors emerged from that group of bannermen. In the early days, they only dealt with some fine items. When I was collecting things for Master Nan, I would often see them. I was collecting, and they were also collecting.
They know that I have some of the items, and I also know that they have some of them. Master Nan, have you kept your items hidden and not taken them out?"
Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "No, don't tell anyone. I didn't even do the inventory. I just took two items out and gave them to my close friends. I definitely didn't show them to the public. Besides, the shipping has been handed over to you. I won't look for anyone else."
"Master Nan, yours didn't go out, but theirs did. And they weren't sold in China, but in Hong Kong and abroad. I'm sure some of the items sold at Sotheby's and Christie's were in their hands a few years ago.
Those items were sold at sky-high prices. This is what I heard. Who knows how much they sold them for? They should have both money and items in their hands now.”
Li Xiangrong almost made it clear, and Nan Yi naturally understood.
"So, the first force that can take over the city is these descendants of the Bannermen?"
"Uncle Nan, it's not that you can pawn it, but that you are already pawning it. Now there are people in the market who are buying official kiln wares from the Qing Dynasty, blue and white wares and pastel-colored wares from the Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong eras, monochrome glaze wares, and wares from the middle and late Qing dynasties. They are buying them in different categories." Li Xiangrong said, looking at Nan Yi's face.
"Haha, this is a way to absorb chips." Nan Yi thought for a moment, "Xiangrong, take some time out these few days to go to Shanghai and pick out a few bottles from the warehouse. I'll have someone do something with them, and you can sell the things to them."
"Master Nan, they have capable people over there, and the fakes can't fool them."
"It's not about being fake, it's about putting some high-tech in it. I want to know where the last few things will go."
Li Xiangrong reminded him, "Uncle Nan, the things can't be too big. Even if they are in a bottle, you can still see them with a flashlight. Besides, you can also feel their weight."
"Don't worry, it's not much bigger than the battery in a digital watch."
Li Xiangrong: "That shouldn't be a big problem. Master Nan, after you find out their details, should we contact them right away?"
"No hurry, let's watch and learn how they do it. As long as we have the goods, we don't have to worry about not being able to get on the ship even if we are late. We may not be able to sail the ship well, but we can overturn it. A few hundred million is nothing to me. Whoever dares to stop us from getting on the ship will have to take the risk of losing his job.
Xiangrong, there are not so many people in this world who would rather die than obey. Compromise is the main theme of this world. We are just playing for a while and then selling the goods in our hands. They may play again and again. At most, we will make some concessions in our interests. I think it will not be difficult to reach an agreement. "
Nan Yi said, looking at a calligraphy on the wall, "Slender Gold Script, an authentic work of Emperor Huizong of Song?"
"Yes, I got it with great difficulty. Do you like it, Uncle Nan?" Li Xiangrong said with a strange expression on his face.
Nan Yi said happily, "Okay, why are you panicking? You know I'm a nobody when it comes to antiques. I won't take away what you love. I just suddenly thought that my son is learning calligraphy from his grandfather, so I should find him some calligraphy. Please help me keep an eye out for some good ones. They don't necessarily need to be works by famous artists, as long as the calligraphy is beautiful."
"Uncle Nan, this is easy. Not many people collect calligraphy copies. As long as I go out and take a look, I can easily collect a stack." Li Xiangrong said with a relaxed mood.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Please bring it to Shanghai when you go there." Nan Yi stood up and said, "You do your thing. I'll go outside and see if I can find a few pages of Dianshizhai Pictorial."
In the tenth year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu (1884), Shenbao published a news comic strip Dianshizhai Pictorial, which covered current political news and gifts included in the newspaper. When Nan Yi took Nan Wuwei to buy comic strips, he accidentally bought some of them. There were missing pages, so he could only read half of a news story. Now that he was in Panjiayuan today, he might as well look for some.
"Master Nan, don't bother. The thing you want won't be here. You should go to the streets that sell used books and have a look."
"It's okay. Looking is just a side job. The main thing is to stroll around. Maybe you can find a bargain or something. Don't give me anything. You're busy." Nan Yi waved his hand and walked out of the tea room, passed through the shop of Xinrongzhai, and came to the street outside.
The ghost market culture of Panjiayuan still exists, and real people in the business still like to go out at two or three in the morning. However, the ghost market has changed from being secretive as before. It has moved to a new location and is now managed. It is no longer limited to setting up stalls in the early morning, and there are still people setting up stalls during the day.
When he came to the busy stall area, Nan Yi did not look at porcelain, bronze ware or copper coins. He just picked up paper objects, such as old books and old pieces of paper with words on them.
In front of a stall, Nan Yi picked up a block-printed book and flipped through it. Seeing that the words on it were good, he was ready to buy it. "How much is it?"
When the vendor heard Nan Yi asking the price, he quickly said, "Boss, you have a good eye. This is the Sixi Zifu Collection from the Song Dynasty. It is a valuable piece."
"Don't even mention a heavy weapon, even a magic weapon has to have a price. Let's talk about the price."
The vendor was a little upset when his conversation was interrupted, but he still kept busy with his business and gestured with his hands, "20,000."
After hearing the price, Nan Yi was too lazy to bargain and directly took out five dollars from his pocket, "Is it enough?"
Seeing Nan Yi's attitude, the vendor knew he couldn't fool him, so he simply said, "Not enough, add some more."
Nan Yi took out another five-dollar bill and said, " Is that enough?"
"Boss, this is a copy from the Republic of China, it's been several decades, you can't take it away for ten dollars."
Nan Yi took the five-dollar note and took out a big unity note, "15, if you don't sell it to me, I'll leave."
"Take it."
After handing over the money, Nan Yi tucked the book under his arm and was about to change stalls when an old voice sounded behind him, "Young man, young man, please stay."
Nan Yi turned around and faced the person who spoke, "Old man, what's the matter?"
"Young man, can you let me take a look at the engraved book in your hand?" the old man said warmly.
Nan Yi handed the engraved book to the other party and said politely, "Here, old sir."
The old man took the book, thanked him, and began to read it. After reading it for a long time, the old man closed the book and said, "Young man, can you give it up?"
"Old sir, this is the Sixi Zifu Collection from the Song Dynasty. It is a valuable piece among the engraved editions and is very expensive." Nan Yi looked at the old man's face, feeling quite amused.
"Young man, let's be frank. I saw you buy it from the stall owner for 15 yuan just now, and I also heard your conversation. I am willing to pay 100 yuan, so I hope you will part with it." The old man said slowly.
"Oh? Not a bad deal. In two minutes, my investment increased nearly sevenfold. I'm sorry, but the base is too small. The difference of 85 yuan doesn't interest me. Old sir, give me back the engraved book and we'll say goodbye."
After hearing Nan Yi's words, the old man did not return the book to Nan Yi. "Young man, why don't we discuss it again? You name a price."
Nan Yi shook his head. "Old sir, I'm very sorry. Even if you change the 100 yuan into 10,000 yuan, I'm not interested in selling it. I work at the mint and have handled hundreds of billions, if not hundreds of billions. I'm not interested in money."
Although the old man was not impressed by Nan Yi's nonsense, he could still sense Nan Yi's determination not to bid. He handed the engraved book to Nan Yi with regret, saying with regret: "What a pity, I should have bid for it just now."
"The old man is joking."
There is an unspoken rule in the antique business: if someone in front is negotiating a price, the next person cannot go up to disrupt the bidding. They have to wait until the person in front breaks down the negotiation before they can go up to negotiate.
Although this rule has no binding force, most people usually abide by it. If you do bad things to others, others can also do bad things to you. If you want to survive in this business for a long time, you have to follow the rules.
Putting the book back under his arm, Nan Yi went to another stall, picked up an imperial edict, unfolded it and began to read it. After reading it for less than two seconds, he put it back because the handwriting was too ugly.
…
After the trip to Panjiayuan, Nan Yi and Leng Yan met.
Shengchen Pharmaceutical's listing plan is about to be launched, but before the launch, the issue of shares still needs to be dealt with.
"I'll take 2% of my 3% stake, and use it for dilution. The rest will be given to you as an advance wedding gift. Hey, you've been dating for so long, why haven't you made any progress yet?"
"Eunuchs are anxious when the emperor is not, and I, the bride-to-be, am not anxious either, so why are you anxious?" Leng Yan retorted to Nan Yi, then smiled like a flower, "Boss Nan, the company is about to go public, and you are giving me shares now. It's really worth my time with you."
"Don't be so ambiguous. It makes it seem like we have a secret affair." Nan Yi laughed and said, "Seriously, before Shengchen Pharmaceutical goes public, you need to negotiate a land exchange plan with Tota Construction. Approve what needs to be approved, sign the agreement that needs to be signed, and both parties will set up a joint venture company to jointly develop and operate the vacated land."
"Should we occupy the site first, or develop it immediately?" Leng Yan thought for a moment and asked.
"The real estate activity in Qiongdao and Zhucheng is too much. The higher authorities will definitely issue restrictions on the real estate industry. The domestic real estate market is unlikely to be very good in the next few years. It is better to occupy a spot first and then consider development when the market warms up."
"good."
"Also, call a meeting of the shareholders in the compound and explain the issue of share dilution to them in detail. Then quietly tell them that they need to hurry up if they want to find someone to hold shares on their behalf."
Leng Yan lifted her hair and said, "Come to think of it, the move you made was a good one. I can continue to sit in this position safely, all thanks to the help of the shareholders."
"They are not stupid. They know who can bring them real money." Nan Yi smiled faintly, "Don't be too relaxed. After the listing, you will have a disaster. Even if all shareholders and employees support you, it still cannot change the fact that the district is the major shareholder. You will soon become the chairman from the factory director, and your position will be more coveted."
"Then let's have a good fight and see who has better skills." Leng Yan said with high morale, and then said: "Boss Nan, if I lose, do you have a way out for me?"
"Hehe, that's wishful thinking. If you want a way out, go find your future husband."
"Hehe, I believe you will not ignore me and will definitely arrange a way out for me."
"It's too early to say whether to retreat or not. Things may not develop in the worst direction. Be a good chairman first and do a good job in the performance of Shengchen Pharmaceutical. If the worst happens, you don't have to worry. If you want to continue to work alone, I support you unconditionally. If you want to come back and work with me, I welcome you too."
"Um."
Leng Yan nodded.
Nan Yi originally preferred that Shengchen Pharmaceutical be listed in the mainland, but when it came to Leng Yan, she preferred to list it in Hong Kong. Without waiting for the wave of "red chip" listings that had already been reported, she directly established a holding company in Xiangteng and applied for listing in the name of Xiangteng Company.
Nan Yi understood why Leng Yan did this. She could have more say in Xiangxun Company and its listing. Who would want to see the business they worked so hard to build taken away by others?
After meeting Leng Yan, Nan Yi went to Huairou again. The Reclamation Group contracted 600 acres of arable land in Huairou to grow the new product "black wheat".
In the past few years, many domestic agricultural science institutes have achieved results in the research of black wheat. However, the Fan Shengzhi Research Institute, which has more research and development funds and can travel around the world, acted faster. It discovered wild black wheat seed resources in many places around the world, and successfully developed the first standardized seed "Changping No. 1" based on them.
In Shennong Nanliang and Fan Shengzhi, black wheat is a general term for wheat with grains in blue, purple, purple-black, black and other colors.
The nutritional quality of black wheat is significantly higher than that of ordinary wheat. Black wheat, with a large amount of pigments and dietary fiber, forms chelated specific proteins in the human body, which can effectively remove residual toxins in the body, thus having good preventive and therapeutic effects on diabetes, hyperlipidemia, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
The color of food made from black wheat is close to that of buckwheat food. The noodles made from it are chewy and resistant to soaking, have a good taste, and the dumpling skin is thin and can be boiled without breaking.
The nutritional value of black wheat, coupled with its similarity to buckwheat foods, makes it possible to make soba noodles, one of the three major types of noodles in Japan, which gives it the basic conditions to easily capture the high-end market in Japan.
In fact, the unharvested black wheat in the 600-acre black wheat experimental field of the Kenzoku Group has been bought up by the Japanese soba noodle chain brand Takadaya. No matter how much the output is, not a single grain of black wheat can flow out. For this reason, Takadaya paid a deposit of 100 million yen to Baoguo Migu Company.