As soon as the words came out, the whole room fell silent, even the greasy scar on the student girl's body raised her eyes and looked at the boy sitting on the sofa.
The sharp eyes shot from the opposite side were as real, Chen Yuanming lowered his head slightly, took a breath, and reached out to pick up the box of cigarettes on the coffee table.
Light yellow box, bronzing font, standard 555 in ten pieces. Chen Yuanming has also smoked it. He remembers that Bureau Sun of the Finance Bureau loved American cigarettes and made him smoke 555 and Hilton for a while. He couldn't say he liked it, but the price and status were there. In the next two decades, smuggled cigarettes produced in Europe and the United States will emerge one after another. Marlboro, Camel, Dunhill, Rothmans... Along the southeast coast, countless smuggling ships are carrying thousands of boxes of smuggled cigarettes and dumping them into the mainland. A lucrative deal.
Compared with high-cost, bulky, and low-profit color TVs, this is the real money-making business.
Has he never thought of it? actually not. Starting from the third shipment, he and Scar will also stay in the small courtyard in Chenzhou for one night on their return journey. What exactly will they unload there? Why is the waterproofing on that truck getting better and better, but the load is getting lighter? Even thinking from a distance, China is so vast with so many cities, why did they choose the Changsha-Wuhan line...
There are some things he has been looking at all the time, but he has never been interested in thinking about it carefully.
In the recent period, he negotiated with Huang Haitao, condoned his words, and was disturbed by that weird nightmare and let him relax his vigilance, ignoring the real behind the scenes of the smuggling group that might be "a person" in the future. boss. He has always wanted to keep a low profile, to be humble, and to use this place as a springboard to escape easily, but what did he say... The cone is in the bag, how can he not break out of the bag.
With his fingertips lightly knocking on the cigarette case, Chen Yuanming raised his head. The eyes of the man opposite were still sharp, but at this time they even brought a bit of gloom. Taking a deep breath, he smiled.
The cigarette case was put back on the coffee table, Chen Yuanming shook his head, "Brother Ma, you look down on me."
Ma Lei narrowed his eyes, picked up the cigarette case on the table, and pulled one out of it. The stunner around him immediately took out a lighter and leaned in front to help him light it. With a breath and a breath, a white smoke ring faintly appeared between the two of them, and then disappeared.
"Do you know what's strange about yourself?" With a light knock, a smudge of cigarette ash fell into the crystal ashtray. Ma Lei's voice was not high, and the smoke seemed a little unpredictable. "It's not that you're too smart, or that you're too good at making money, it's just that sometimes, you just glance at some things, and you seem to be able to see the key. This is a goddamn skill, but you never show it off. It's just as natural."
Saying that, he pointed at the cigarette case on the table, and this luxurious and lewd room, "Did you see the name?"
Chen Yuanming did not answer.
Ma Lei smiled, "You can see it."
Even if you don't have a brain, you can't guess at this time, and you have lived twice in vain. Cigarette smuggling, official car pick-up, hiding in small buildings... Maybe some people are not familiar with these, but you must have heard of the Xiamen case, right? It's almost the same route, except that in the previous life, Ma Lei was already imprisoned in 1994, and that person only started his own smuggling business in 1994.
And the man in front of him is smart enough to never run away. When transporting Nissan color TVs, he will bring back some domestic goods with double-standard prices to ensure that the round-trip of his fleet is profitable. What about selling smuggled cigarettes? Changsha Baisha, Wuhan Yellow Crane Tower, these two brands are the top choices for smuggled domestic cigarettes, didn't he just give it a try
If this continues, he will weave such a huge network, and how will he be swallowed by this huge network...
The expression on Chen Yuanming's face did not change at all, but he said again, "Brother Ma, you are wrong, my plan is not this kind of business."
"What can be more money than it? Could it be that you want to run the Northeast Line..." Ma Lei laughed at himself, "Or is it that I'm wrong, you're not short of money?"
Chen Yuanming was silent for a while, and then showed a wry smile. He suddenly realized that in the face of such a role, covering up and covering up would cause great suspicion, and he didn't know the truth. Sighing lightly, he shook his head, "Actually, I'm going to resign soon, and my goal is Shanghai."
As soon as the word "Shanghai" came out, Scar raised his head in surprise, "Shanghai? Are you going to go to the driving gear? Just your 300,000 yuan and your bachelor's body?"
Ma Lei didn't come to a conclusion immediately, but stared at the other party for a moment, and said lightly. "For that little money, a sports car isn't enough. It's not enough to run. Shanghai... Do you want to invest in stocks?"
In December 199, the Shanghai Stock Exchange started business. At that time, there were only eight stocks on the market, known as the old eight stocks. These stocks soared several times as soon as they went public, making some well-informed people eyeing stock market profits early on. In July of this year, Shenzhen also opened a stock exchange, and the news spread around Zhuhai, which is just a short distance away.
But this thing is too much, and it's purely money-to-money, you can't see the real thing, and people can't figure it out. Ma Lei glanced at the boy opposite a little unexpectedly, this kind of gambling is not quite like the nature of this child.
"Pfft, is your brain burned?" Scar laughed too, swallowing the red wine in his hand like a cow, "Isn't this kind of stock a kind of gambling? It's the dealer who wins."
From a certain point of view, the Chinese stock market in the past few years was indeed a casino, a game between big players, bookmakers and thousands of retail investors. Many people became rich overnight, but most of them lost their life savings and were caught in one bear market after another. Get stuck, don't turn over. In this crazy era, 99% of the stock market investors are deeply gambling, and they are more impulsive and persistent than those lottery players and gamblers. However, that was not Chen Yuanming.
He has never experienced the stock market in this era, but he went to an overnight college, studied finance, and built a financial management company of his own. Although he lost everything, he did read a lot of things and was familiar with the stock market in this era. Everything, I am indeed confident that I can get my own huge profits in this dangerous area. He really needs money, not a little, not a hundred thousand million, but a huge number that cannot be ignored. He wanted the money at his fingertips.
It's just this confidence that now puts him in a dilemma.
Facing Chen Yuanming's silence, Ma Lei smiled slightly, sat up straight, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. "I don't care if your words are true or false... Are you telling me that this is just a springboard, are you not interested in mixing with us at all?"
Scar also pushed away the student girl beside him, and sat up straight, his small eyes no longer had a little playfulness in the past, the scars on his face twitched a little, and he looked fierce. A few girls who were still smiling just now all closed their mouths and tried their best to shrink back, as if to avoid the terrifying edge of these two people.
Chen Yuanming tightened his back, soaked in cold sweat behind him, and he had been forced to the end of the road. Before entering this house, he was just a peripheral shrimp, a minor role. But after entering this house, he became a potential ally, or an enemy. Some things are just a matter of thought.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuanming clenched his sweaty fists and showed a tiny smile.
"Brother Ma, are you interested in hearing me tell a story?"
The author has something to say: __... I know that today is too short, but I'm really tired~~
This kind of busy dog days is over soon! ! ! ! Wo also wants to go to work and touch fish to write qaq
ps, from now on, the plot will gradually involve companies and characters in reality. I will choose to avoid those famous characters, but the names of companies and places will use their original names to increase the sense of reality. Don't look into it >_