The course of history has become a whirlpool for Cheng Ran, and some of it can be traced, so he tries his best to invest in Boss Ma's company according to the trajectory of his previous life, rather than trying to swallow it up in one gulp. Among all the investment links in his previous life, only the angel round of investment from Goldman Sachs is the most replaceable for Boss Ma's company. Cheng Ran does not want to get involved in other investments in the future.
Now he was like someone cautiously watching a sapling that was destined to grow into a towering tree. All he could do was to protect and support it as much as possible. The most important thing to be careful about was not to let his greed destroy it.
This is essentially the same principle as struggling in the securities market.
If you want to turn your behavior in the stock market into investment, the first thing you need to overcome is the greed of human nature.
Cheng Ran has a deep understanding of this.
Of course, although he does not participate in the management and does not join the board of directors after obtaining Boss Ma's investment, he does have a veto over key decisions. Cheng Ran will use this power as a nuclear deterrent in future screening to avoid things like what he did today, where he only spent 30 million to exchange for a 35% stake.
I believe that Boss Ma will never give such power to any shareholder in the future. Using it is a double-edged sword, which can easily lead to a deadlock in relationships and hurt both parties.
Of course, when it comes to critical decisions, Cheng Ran will communicate with him first, and try to resolve everything under the communicated plan. If it really doesn't work, Cheng Ran will back off, and will not actually use his veto power to confront Boss Ma, who has control of the company.
Therefore, this veto power is just a reward for his advantage in this special period, like a treasure chest or a sword falling from the sky in a game, which only reminds later investors and the entire company of the importance of his existence.
In this way, no matter whether the person who enters later is the strong man Boss Sun or other capital forces with different purposes, he has the power to check and balance the other party.
In fact, this may not be what Boss Ma wants to see. Both of them are smart people. In the future, when dealing with possible conflicts among other shareholders, one will play the good cop and the other the bad cop, and the show can go on smoothly.
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On Monday morning, Cheng Ran was awakened by the aroma of Xu Lan's fried eggs. Xu Lan's skill in frying fried eggs was unique. On the blue and white porcelain plate was a fried egg with a golden cloud pattern on the edge, and a few grains of white sugar were sparsely sprinkled on it. When he took a bite, he inhaled the rich flavor of sesame oil from the crispy bottom and the edge, and could hear a crackling sound when he chewed it. The white egg white in the middle was like a moat, and the core was so yellow and tender that the yolk was juicy when he bit it. After two or three bites, Cheng Ran felt full of energy and vitality for the whole morning.
Cheng Ran likes egg products to a great extent because his mother makes them very well and it is part of the taste of home in his memory.
Chen Wenguang's Santana dropped him off at the No. 10 Middle School intersection. Xu Lan went out with him because she had to attend a district government development planning meeting. Cheng Ran entered the school gate at 7:15. The sky was bright earlier in the summer, and it was still dim at this time. Across the playground, he could see the incandescent lights in the teaching building of No. 10 Middle School that had not yet been turned off.
Only then did Cheng Ran remember that he had been busy for the entire weekend, but in the end he didn't even do his homework.
But it doesn't matter. No. 10 Middle School relies more on self-discipline. Except for a few teachers who will punish, teachers are generally quite lenient. If you are thick-skinned and really don't hand in your homework, some teachers will just talk about it on the podium and give some people some advice. Anyway, studying is your own business.
However, Cheng Ran felt a little torn. On the one hand, there was Boss Ma's 30 million investment, and on the other hand, he had to worry about his homework. What was this? Rebirth put him in a split time and space. The soul in his mind forced him to do things, but his young body forced him to be confined to this plane.
But think about it, if I cash out and jump out of here with my schoolbag, what will happen? Can I become a king, or play Elder Scrolls: The Witcher III on my computer? Can I buy a smartphone with a score of 300,000
Sometimes coming from the future is actually a kind of torture, because the freshness of keeping up with the times has nothing to do with you anymore, and trends can no longer attract your interest. It's like now, even if he has a lot of money to enjoy life, he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even have the most basic WiFi. What the hell can he do all day except reading and doing homework
At least having a beautiful woman by your side while you read at night is one of the most fulfilling things in life.
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After the English class, Zhang Yu specifically told Cheng Ran to come to the office. In the office, Zhang Yu placed an envelope in front of Cheng Ran, and he started marking the homework with a pen. Seeing that Cheng Ran didn't take it with his hand, he stopped writing, raised his head, and frowned slightly, "Do you want me to deliver it to you?"
Cheng Ran was confused. This thing is for me? You didn't say anything, and put it in an envelope. Who would open an envelope in front of someone else without any prompting? Zhang Yu's EQ is really beyond redemption.
Cheng Ran picked up the envelope and saw that it was not sealed. There was a stack of money inside, but it was not new. The fifth set of RMB will not be issued until October this year, so there are basically no new fourth set of RMB issued now. It has been some time, and if it has been kept in the pocket for a long time, it can cause such an effect. But it can be seen that the money is relatively rare and is 80% new.
There are portraits of four older generation proletarian revolutionaries on the one hundred yuan note. Cheng Ran remembered that he collected some of the new one hundred yuan notes when they were issued this year. When the fifth set was first released, the anti-counterfeiting technology was defective and the bank quietly took it back. If the first edition of the fifth set was in brand new and good condition, one hundred yuan could be sold for hundreds of thousands in the future, and fifty yuan could be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Time not only gives birth to fine wine, but also gives birth to wealth and value.
Of course, these small collections are only for a limited time; if there are too many, they will be out of stock.
Zhang Yu said, "I've returned the money to you, do you want to order it?"
Cheng Ran took out some seriously. Several teachers from the big office looked at the two of them. Zhang Yu's eyes twitched and he thought, "You really don't trust me?"
The worst thing is that Cheng Ran took out a card and looked at it against the light.
Several teachers over there secretly glanced at the two of them. Wasn't it rumored that this pair of students and teachers were not getting along? This was already heard in the grade group. So what were they doing now
What deal
Zhang Yu took out a keychain with a small plastic fluorescent light hanging on it, which was used to identify counterfeit money. "Do you want to use this to shine again?"
"That's not necessary." Cheng Ran smiled as he collected the money and put it into the envelope. "I just think this shows that I value it more."
Cheng Ran looked at Zhang Yu and thought that he really didn't know how to deal with people. He knew that Zhang Yu's salary was not high, and he did this just because he didn't want him to think that he didn't regard this as "small money".
After putting away the envelope, Cheng Ran turned around and prepared to leave. Zhang Yu stopped grading papers and looked up again, "You guys had dinner and drank together that day, right?"
Cheng Ran turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu, trying to read his face to see why he asked this question, but he still responded, "I didn't drink."
Zhang Yu turned his face slightly, as if avoiding his gaze, and said, "You are not even an adult yet, but you got a driver's license through family connections, and you drive your family's car everywhere to show off. These second-generation rich people have not grown up yet. You hang out with them, and you don't care about your grades?"
Cheng Ran was stunned for a moment and said, "More than a hundred, not low."
One hundred and eighty may not seem outstanding in No. 10 Middle School, but apart from No. 10 Middle School, it is top-notch among all the good high schools in the eyes of ordinary students in other provinces, so Cheng Ran wanted to see what else Zhang Yu could come up with.
Zhang Yu said, "I've seen your report card. From 108th to 36th place, there was a big fluctuation. But from 38th to 36th place, it proves that you still have room for improvement. But now you have completely given up on all that and are hanging out with students from other schools. What can you prove to me about what you said the other day?"
"What can good grades prove?" Cheng Ran said.
"Good grades can prove your intelligence and talent, and it can help you get a diploma, which is the best way to climb up. It doesn't require you to go through many hardships in life, and it doesn't require you to suffer through difficulties. With good grades, you can master knowledge, acquire skills, and be recognized by society. This is the fastest way for people like you and me to climb up. I didn't have grades as good as yours before, so I reminded you."
Cheng Ran thought of something and smiled, "You mean, I'm different from those students from other schools who you think are immature? Then what should I be like?"
Zhang Yu paused for a moment.
Cheng Ran looked at him and wondered if he was at a loss for words.
Zhang Yu was indeed a little speechless and annoyed. I was just giving you a friendly reminder. Why are you so busy
"That's all I have to say. I believe you understand. Anyway, you can do whatever you want."
He stopped looking at Cheng Ran's eyes, which looked like a mature man despite his age, and lowered his head to continue marking papers. He was afraid that he would say something unbearable.
Cheng Ran smiled and turned to leave when the head teacher Sun Hui and the vice principal Zhang Shu walked in.
Cheng Ran greeted Sun Hui, and Zhang Shu nodded to Cheng Ran, "Cheng Ran, you were called to the office, are you being naughty again?"
When Cheng Ran confronted Sun Xiao, Zhang Shu was the school's representative. When he met Cheng Ran afterwards, he half-jokingly said to him, "You really don't give me face at all." Of course, he wasn't angry about it. Even he couldn't stand what Sun Xiao said at the time. Cheng Ran did let out a sigh of relief, but of course he couldn't praise him on the surface.
But the two of them are not strangers to each other.
Cheng Ran also said hello to him and left.
Zhang Shu put away his smile and said to Sun Hui beside him, "The top student in your class dropped to tenth last time. Are you going to say something..." He looked at Cheng Ran's back and said, "There are some things that you, as a class teacher, should criticize. This is also for the good of the students..."
Sun Hui looked at Cheng Ran's back and said something vaguely like "I'll keep an eye on this," but deep in his eyes, there was still a hint of helplessness.