The projects that everyone is optimistic about are not called venture capital, but crowdfunding
Well, Mr. Pei's words are still subverting common sense, but they are very thought-provoking and contain quite profound philosophical thoughts...
Everyone around the conference table was thinking about the meaning behind President Pei's words.
Although it makes sense, but it always feels like something is wrong
Pei Qian turned over the pitiful page in his hand, trying hard to find more "success factors" on it, but failed.
The content of this investment plan highlights a "fantasy".
The initiator of this project is Zhang Wang. Although there are no photos or personal information on this investment proposal, Pei Qian couldn't help but make up a comedic image.
In this investment plan, more than half of the space is devoted to talking about the bright prospects of the shared phone booth project.
"With the development of mobile communication technology, mobile phones have become standard for almost everyone. However, the public phone booth, one of the symbols of urban public services, has been rarely used."
"Long-term idle, abandoned, and even ushered in the doom of being demolished!"
"I have to say that this is the break of cultural heritage, the disappearance of precious memories, the pain of the development of the times, and the common loss of every citizen!"
Seeing this, Pei Qian couldn't help but want to make an expression of "old man, subway, mobile phone.jpg", but after all, he was stunned by his good acting skills.
"My goal is to make public phone booths rejuvenated under the nourishment of Internet thinking!"
"Shared phone booths, on the basis of continuing the functions of public phone booths, will use art to reshape the public's aesthetics, use feelings to evoke the public's memories, use convenience to change the public's life, and use performance art to demonstrate brand value to the whole society!"
Pei Qian couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this small row ratio sentence is quite proficient, and this language level must be at least the second grade of junior high school.
The back is basically all the words of cars and wheels covered by clouds and mountains. Anyway, there is no specific plan for this project. There is only a dry figure: the budget is 200,000.
There is contact information at the end of the plan: mobile phone number.
Pei Qian handed the plan to He Desheng: "Make a call and ask him when he has time to come and talk about the project."
He Desheng wrote down the person's phone number and dialed a number next to him.
After a while, He Desheng came back: "Mr. Pei, he said to wait a moment, he is coming, and he will be there in about ten minutes."
Pei Qian: "..."
so fast
In fact, I just wanted to make an appointment first and then interview later.
But on second thought, this is normal.
The investment proposals that Yuanmeng Venture Capital has received are basically local projects in Jingzhou. This Zhang Li estimates that he lives in Jingzhou, and is probably not far from Yuanmeng Ventures.
It is reasonable to speculate that most of Zhang Wang has no serious occupation, and it is estimated that other investment companies will not understand his plan at all, so his schedule should be quite loose.
It's normal to be on call, but it's not normal if he has something to do...
Since ten minutes, then wait.
Pei Qian took out his mobile phone and swiped the web page casually.
He Desheng and the others took the time to circulate this investment plan and carefully read it word by word.
Although this plan seems quite unreliable in all aspects, there must be some point in it that moved President Pei!
In this case, if you find this point, can you understand a little bit of President Pei's investment ideas
Although this is only a small business of 200,000 yuan, which is only equivalent to 1% of the previous investment, but as the saying goes, it may be this kind of small business, so it is better to figure out the essence of Mr. Pei's investment method
Everyone around the conference table frowned, constantly swinging between doubt and self-doubt.
Not long after, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
"I'm here, I'm here to talk about the project!"
Pei Qian looked up and saw a sturdy muscular man breaking in from outside.
It's already January, and the weather outside is getting colder, several degrees below zero all year round, but this muscular man only wore a rather perfunctory black jacket and jeans. He was in good spirits and could not see the cold at all.
The coats, jeans and sneakers were not fancy brands, but they were all clean and looked like they should have been washed very often.
There are no "bits" such as hats, scarves, masks, gloves, etc. Even wearing a coat and jeans, you can see that this guy is really big, like a hill.
What is more striking is his long flowing hair, which is quite casually tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, with a few strands of hair in the front fluttering in the wind, which is quite an artist's temperament.
It's just that this feeling of "immortal style and bone" really doesn't match his figure.
Pei Qian was silent for a while.
There is a huge gap between this Zhang Li and the image he imagined...
He had thought about the image of a liar or a fool, but he never expected to be a muscular man. If it was said that he was a bodyguard, no one would doubt it at all.
Ma Yang whispered in Pei Qian's ear: "Looking at this, it may have come all the way."
Pei Qian also found out that Zhang Li had fine beads of sweat on his head, his face was flushed, and he was slightly panting. Short-term strenuous exercise should not be such a reaction, most of which were long-distance running or cycling.
In this cold weather, long-distance running and cycling are quite confusing behaviors.
The atmosphere around the conference table was a little quiet for a while, and it is estimated that no one has ever seen such a scene.
Zhang Li was also at a loss, so he lowered his voice and repeated: "I'm here to talk about the project."
Pei Qian stood up abruptly and greeted the others: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and prepare tea! Come, Mr. Zhang, please take a seat."
Pei Qian raised his hand and motioned Zhang Wang to sit down in the empty seat opposite the long conference table.
Someone next to him offered him a cup of hot tea, Zhang Juan took it with his hand, and thanked him repeatedly.
Pei Qian said: "Don't worry, drink slowly, it's been hard work all the way, let's go with the flow first, we can talk about the project slowly."
Zhang Rang blew his breath, drank the whole cup of tea in one breath, and looked at the young man who had been talking to him.
Obviously, this is his own investor, but he just doesn't know what to call it.
He Desheng hurriedly introduced: "This is President Pei, the president of Tengda Group; this is President Ma, the CEO of Dream Realization Ventures."
Zhang Juan was very excited: "President Pei, President Ma, thank you very much for giving me this opportunity!"
"Next, I'll tell you two about my project, sharing umbrellas!"
"We often encounter this kind of trouble. When it rains, we go out without an umbrella. Going to the roadside to buy one is not only expensive, but the quality is not good!"
Pei Qian: "?"
As soon as he raised his hand, he motioned Zhang Juan to stop quickly: "Stop, stop, what is your project?"
Zhang Wang was taken aback: "Sharing umbrellas."
Everyone around the conference table had a huge question mark on their heads.
Pei Qian coughed twice: "But what you wrote on this plan is a shared phone booth."
Zhang Li was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes, contributing phone booths is also my project!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, I have too many ideas, and I've forgotten them all."
"Mr. Pei, I wonder if you are interested in my shared umbrella project? Would you like to invest together?"
Ma Yang's eyes were full of interest, and he whispered, "Brother Qian, this project seems to be more reliable than a phone booth!"
Pei Qian's face darkened.
Shared umbrellas? It sounds like such a reliable project, how could I vote
Well, it's hard to say whether it's reliable or not, but at least this thing works.
Useful, that means risk!
Pei Qian shook his head: "I'm not interested in sharing umbrellas for now, let's talk about sharing phone booths."
"Okay, Mr. Pei." Zhang Wang didn't feel too disappointed, "Sharing phone booths comes from my nostalgia for public phone booths..."
Pei Qian had a hunch that he was about to start a meaningless tirade, and hurriedly raised his hand to signal him to stop.
"Okay, okay, there is no need to introduce the details of the project. Your investment plan has been written in great detail."
He Desheng glanced at the investment plan subconsciously.
This page, also called "very detailed"? ?
Pei Qian continued: "I will simply ask you one of the most crucial questions, and you will answer me as simply and directly as possible, okay?"
Zhang Juan nodded: "No problem, President Pei!"
Pei Qian: "You want 200,000 investment, how did you come up with this number?"
Zhang Wang answered confidently: "President Pei, I figured it out."
"I plan to invest in 20 shared phone booths, each costing 10,000 yuan."
"The pavilion is 2.4 meters high, made of tinplate, sprayed with high-temperature paint, carved with retro door handles, and wooden decorative bottom plates. It is exquisite in workmanship and beautiful in shape. The price of the pavilion itself is around 5,000 yuan."
"Besides, there is a surplus of 5,000 yuan for other costs in the pavilion."
"So, it adds up to two hundred thousand."
After Zhang Juan finished speaking, he looked at Pei Qian with anticipation.
Pei Qian thought for a while: "That won't work."
"A total of 200,000 yuan, all at once? How can you do a project without emergency funds?"
"In this way, I will give you 500,000 yuan. If you think about it, you can add something to this phone booth. If you can't do it, you can re-customize this booth for me inside and out!"
Zhang Wang was overjoyed: "Okay President Pei! No problem!"
Pei Qian thought of one more thing and said, "By the way, this pavilion must be made to be well decorated and easy to dismantle. That's all I want."
Zhang Juan thought about it for a while and nodded: "Okay, although I don't think this is necessary, but since you have spoken, Mr. Pei, I will definitely finish it!"
Pei Qian didn't have any other requirements for this project. He just hoped that the pavilion could be dismantled a little better. After the project failed, these pavilions could be dismantled relatively smoothly, and scrap iron could be sold without producing municipal waste.
After all, President Pei's goal is just to lose some money, not to create a burden on the city, and to be a quality person.
Having said that, Pei Qian noticed at this time that even for such an unreliable project, the system did not issue a warning.
Is it because a mere 500,000 yuan is no longer money in the eyes of the system
After all, the system has already allowed a charitable quota of five million.
Pei Qian couldn't help but sigh, system ah system, it seems that you still don't understand the principle of "preventing microscopic and preventing gradual progress".
A lot of 500,000 can also add up to a lot!
In any case, losing 500,000 first is a good start!