Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1256 Unclear Future
Fang's Manor.
In the garden, Nan Zeqiong and Nan Youqiong sat back to back on a bench, one playing games on a mobile phone, and the other looking at a report on a tablet.
Just ten minutes ago, Nan Youqiong had just finished a video conference with the Intelligence and Strategy Committee.
Since the change in the international trade pattern, Nan's many businesses have been adjusted. For example, the planting areas of agricultural products exported to China have been transferred from the United States to Brazil and Africa on a large scale. For example, the Aotai Development Group led by Masami Ueto has increased its industrial layout in Mexico, Bangladesh and Vietnam.
The international trade pattern involves interests from all aspects, and it is not something a small Nan family can change its direction. All Nan family can do is to minimize the impact on itself and seek benefits in this vortex.
At this point, Nan Youqiong couldn't help but admire his father's foresight. From the very beginning, he separated China's industries from Nan's industrial group, promoting each other while maintaining relative independence. They took two completely different development paths and did not miss any of the dividends of the times. When the wind direction changed, they were able to adjust calmly.
This year is a special year. The profits generated by the short- and medium-term layout left by Nan Yi have been exhausted or are being eaten up. The long-term ones are only becoming clearer, but it is far from the point of generating profits. Since last year, Nan’s revenue growth has begun to slow down, and there is basically no possibility of a big rebound this year.
Nan Youqiong is worried about this year and next year, and also about the next five years. He is sailing against the current and if he does not advance, he will retreat. If the growth rate slows down, he will have to wait for a big opportunity to grow back. He does not want Nan's business to shrink into hibernation, lying dormant waiting for the next opportunity. He must find or create new tens of billions of profit growth points as soon as possible.
With the development of the Nan Group to this day, there is no need to take one or two hundred million seriously, and one or two billion can only be regarded as a snack. The starting point for Nan Youqiong to exhaust his brain cells and ponder over something must be in the tens of billions of US dollars.
The world economy is about to enter a recession, which will last for three to four years at the shortest and six to seven years at the longest. In the face of a collapsing economy, a slightly more intense local war is a good way to improve the population structure and reshuffle the economic structure, and even restart the economy...
"Weapons...food..."
Nan Youqiong concentrated on thinking, thinking about the best from the worst possible scenario, and gradually some unformed ideas came to his mind:
Enter the field of nuclear radiation resistance research, and at the same time increase the research efforts on the effects of nuclear radiation on organisms;
Some of the research results of Qiqiao Research Institute have been tentatively transformed into products. Based on pet food, "human food" in granular, square or long strips has been launched;
Accelerate the launch of artificial intelligence results, occupy a major track, and welcome the arrival of the intelligent industrial revolution;
Increase investment in robot research, speed up the development of brain-computer interfaces, and collect basic industrial technology data and raw materials for storage. If human society regresses to the Iron Age, the Nan family will still be prosperous, and there may be a chance to make a living.
Increase support for Wanhu, and strive to realize the dream of 10 billion hectares of interstellar farms as soon as possible. Uh, there is also the joke of Old Adam's Milky Way galaxy leader, which is also worth dreaming about. In short, the Nan family needs a breakthrough in space, and also needs a big retreat in space;
Strengthen the training of cold weapons in children's combat training. Who knows what the world will be like when they grow up ? Combat skills may no longer be the last resort to save lives, but a reliance on filling their stomachs...
Nan Youqiong thought about a lot of things, some of which could be attributed to forward-looking arrangements, while some might be groundless worries. In any case, he had the same idea as Nan Yi. He was not afraid of ineffective preparations, but was afraid of not having them when they were needed.
After a long time, Nan Youqiong woke up from his thoughts and turned to look at the phone screen in Nan Zeqiong's hand. "Pansy, you have been playing for an hour and a half. Give your eyes a rest."
"Wait a minute, this round will be over soon."
Nan Zeqiong kept switching the direction of his game character, trying to find his last opponent. He was only one step away from winning the game.
Nan Youqiong didn't say anything, but just asked Nan Zeqiong to sit back in the chair. He stood up, walked to the edge of the lotus pond, lit a cigar, and his thoughts began to wander again.
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As soon as the "symposium" of the Entrepreneurs Club ended, there was indeed a dinner party right after that, which was held at the Shangri-La Hotel.
After the dinner, Nan Yi did not rush back to the hotel, but took a walk on the street to experience the connotation of Bangalore that he could not accurately feel when he was with KiKi.
Like other cities, Bangalore has many tuk-tuks and motorcycles. Many people do not obey traffic rules, so many tuk-tuk drivers install a small horn next to the handlebars. When you squeeze it, it will make a quacking sound similar to Donald Duck. This horn replaces the original Didi sound of the car.
If you listen carefully on the street, you will find that car horns are heard everywhere, with different timbres and pitches, just like a crossroads symphony.
If you sniff, you can smell cow dung. I didn't see any cow dung, probably because the cleaners were diligent in cleaning up, but the residual smell was still odorous. Combined with the smell stimulated by the spices of street snacks and the garbage dumps everywhere, the whole city is covered with a smell that is unique to India.
Bangalore's infrastructure is also backward. You have to be careful when walking on the sidewalk. The bumpy and uneven surface is like a tripping hazard. You will either step into a puddle or sprain your ankle. Nan Yi always keeps an eye on everything, so this kind of tripping will never happen to him.
India is not very active in road construction, but some places are building roads too vigorously. If they can balance the situation, it may be a good choice.
Passing by the gate of a residential area, Nan Yi actually saw a water truck surrounded by a messy group of people waiting for water.
It is a bit strange to see a water truck at this time. Water is usually delivered in the morning, and only slightly higher-end communities that do not have sufficient water supply have the financial resources to have water trucks deliver water at any time.
The water delivery at this time of night is unplanned, and a truckload of water costs about one US dollar, which is also a considerable burden for residents in ordinary residential areas.
Stopping to watch, Nan Yi's mind was divided into two parts: one was to watch, and the other was to continue thinking about his own water investment plan. The previous idea was too rough and needed to be improved and refined.
After a while, seeing Nan Yi's footsteps start to move again, Qin Chengying approached him and reported his previous findings to him, "Uncle, that woman may have bad intentions towards you."
"Revenge?" Nan Yi asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, I got it. Don't worry too much. I'll have someone keep an eye on her. I have acquaintances in the police station here."
Nan Yi has no personal political connections in Bangalore, but Pabu Vaze must have some. Some small matters are not difficult to handle. If Li Shaling does something stupid, she may be shot dead on the spot.
