novelslam Chapter 128 Z Grain
Chapter 128 Z Grain
Zhang Bing was also very interested in this.
Let me formally introduce him: "Guo Baoguo, a third-generation H, is the only grandson of the youngest generation in the Guo family."
I was completely surprised; he had impeccable revolutionary credentials.
Guo Baoguo's expression was serious: "I told them my identity because we were comrades-in-arms. Tianyi, I came to see you today and told you about my background because I consider you a brother."
When Fang Liao heard about the H3, his ears perked up. Background information was the resource he lacked most at the moment.
I'm so sleepy, here's a pillow for you.
Me: "Soldiers, you guys were hiding this so well!"
Zhang Bing: "Who do you think was behind all those things I did? It was Bao Guo who was in charge."
Guo Baoguo: "We're all brothers. You've been cheated, so I'll get it back for you no matter what."
He's definitely a soldier; he's loyal and righteous.
Xiao Zhan: "Oh dear, it's almost noon. Has anyone arranged lunch yet? If not, I'll have to go back to the cafeteria for lunch."
canteen?
Is Xiao Zhan a writer?
Guo Baoguo: "You really are stingy. Come on, let's go to my place for dinner."
Five people in one car.
On the way to Guo Baoguo's place.
Xiao Zhan suddenly interrupted, "Baoguo, take me to my workplace to clock in. I won't be going to work this afternoon."
Guo Baoguo laughed and scolded, "You're such a busybody."
Z Grain Group Shanghai Branch.
A rather grand courtyard, a rather grand building.
Wang Wei's RY investment pales in comparison to the Shanghai branch of Z Grain Group.
Xiao Zhan got out of the car and jogged to the gate. He greeted the security guard and went inside, heading straight for the administrative building in the center of the courtyard.
Normally, clocking in should only take two or three minutes, but Xiao Zhan dawdled for 20 minutes before coming out, and even turned off his phone while making a phone call.
When Xiao Zhan came out, a group of people were complaining about him.
Xiao Zhan got into the car grumbling, "Damn it. I ran into my boss, and he insisted on assigning me a task. I didn't want to do it, but he still forced it on me."
"What kind of mission is it?"
"The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and they want me to make a gift purchasing plan for the holiday."
Fang Liao stared wide-eyed, "Holy crap, Zhan-ge, you're from Z Grain Procurement Department?"
Guo Baoguo curled his lip: "Your brother Zhan is a high-ranking official in the logistics department, in charge of procurement approvals!"
A thought struck me: executives of state-owned enterprises at the prefecture-level city level must have access to a wealth of resources. It seems that Guo Baoguo's project is most likely related to Xiao Zhan.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in a small villa complex.
Compared to Shanghai, this place is somewhat remote.
It happens to be a villa.
Upon entering, the entire room is filled with various HS-themed decorations.
The huge DQ and GQ logos, displayed side by side, command respect.
The wall is covered with various photos of people shaking hands, most of whom are great figures that are difficult to reach!
Look here, and then look at that shabby little feng shui club that Chen Sheng set up.
Even someone of Chen Hangtian's level would probably be somewhat inferior here!
Xiao Zhan: "This is my family's old house. My grandfather used to live here. Later, he went to the capital, and this house was left to me."
Hey, what a grand and impressive piece of history.
Let's go upstairs.
The food and drinks were already prepared.
After drinking and discussing heroes, the backgrounds of the three men were basically revealed, and their identities as second-generation political, business, and military figures became clear.
Among them, Guo Baoguo's status was the highest, followed by Xiao Zhan's. Surprisingly, the wealthy Zhang Bing was ranked last.
The three were comrades-in-arms, and their bond was formed because they were all from Shanghai.
Zhang Bing: "Tianyi, do you know that Z-Grain Group's monthly gift box sales in Shanghai are around 6000 million yuan, with a 25% profit margin? How much is that in a year? Do the math, how much revenue is that?"
Does this even need to be calculated?
After a moment's thought, Fang Liao arrived at the astronomical figure of 7.2 million.
Wow, this makes way more money than silicone dolls!
It's still easier to do business with government officials!
I raised my glass and clinked it against Xiao Zhan's: "In terms of relationships, Brother Baoguo is undoubtedly the best choice. In terms of money, Zhang Bing's wine collection alone is worth more than the combined wealth of the two of us brothers. How could such a great opportunity fall into my lap?"
Xiao Zhan and Zhang Bing exchanged a glance.
"Tianyi, to be honest, we've been doing this business with Xiao Zhan for two years now, and this is the third year. It's just that we've started a new business this year, and the money has to be taken out of this grain."
"Would it be convenient for you to talk about this new business?"
"It's related to the military industry, so I'm really sorry I had to sign a confidentiality agreement."
Xiao Zhan: "I can explain the business with Z grain suppliers to you in detail. After I finish, it's up to you whether you want to continue or not."
Establish a company to become a supplier of Z grains and sign a supply and sales contract directly with COFCO.
However, Z (the leader) required that products be purchased from a specific manufacturer, with no concern about the price, as there would still be a 25% net profit after invoicing the purchase and supply prices.
I was also a bit surprised; these three really have some wild methods up their sleeves.
No matter how profitable the military industry is, a 25% net profit margin is not even worth considering!
We were full and satisfied.
Fang Liao and I left Guo Baoguo's small villa.
On the way, Fang Liao was filled with excitement!
"Bro, these three are real big shots! They casually run businesses with annual sales of hundreds of millions! If we just followed along and got a little bit of the profits, we'd be rolling in money. Why would we need to get involved with silicone dolls?"
I scoffed, "How much money do you have in your pocket? Monthly revenue is 6000 million. If he holds onto it for a month, that's 6000 million in upfront investment. If he holds it for two months, that's over 1 million. Look at your own pockets, can you even afford a fraction of that 1 million?"
Fang Liao's face was filled with resentment.
He originally had a net worth of over ten million. After making some money from silicone dolls, he increased his investment, reducing his initial investment of eight million to only two million, which was then taken back by someone else. He was left with a total of over seven million.
This business is so tempting!
Fang Liao: "Brother, Brother Shen, President Shen! You take the lion's share, and I'll find some more to chip in, contributing a small portion, and we'll do this deal together, how about it?"
"Don't rush, think about it some more. The amount is too large; we haven't done any due diligence yet!"
Fang Liao's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
The strength and status of these three individuals almost completely dominated his perception.
Right now, all I want to do is take off with the three of them.
"I'm meeting tonight with the heads of the three AI companies I met last time. Are you interested?"
Fang Liao shook his head; this kind of invisible and intangible venture capital wasn't his cup of tea.
"Alright then, take me to the ICBC branch business department."
That evening, Sun Xiaowei, Zheng Wei, and I met alone.
To express his gratitude for my congratulatory gift, Zheng Wei drank quite a bit of wine.
"Mr. Shen, you are my wife's benefactor. I will remember you for the rest of my life!"
That's right, a 280g gold bar, at the current market price of 490, is worth nearly 14.
"I also have to thank you. You still need to keep making this kind of dragon-scented cardamom for me, at least let me finish 12 of them."
Zheng Wei lowered his head and grinned mischievously: "Mr. Shen, how's the medicine working?"
"This one!" [I gave it a thumbs up!]
"Don't worry, I was poor before, but things are different now. You're my benefactor, and I'll sell everything I own to make the remaining 11 for you!"
I waved my hand and said, "Sigh, I won't let you lose money. Your cost is 10 per stone, I'll give you 20 per stone. After you finish making 11, I'll give you a 100 million yuan bonus!"