Li Shenggang had deep doubts about Huang Xuan's sudden inquiry about the price of abalone, but he had to answer the question, so he had to say: "I usually eat fresh abalone, often 1 head, 0 heads, etc., about three or four hundred at a time." Yuan bar.”
Huang Xuan scoffed and said, "I want to ask you, have you seen an abalone before? How much does it cost?"
Li Shenggang didn't understand why Huang Xuan asked, and his mind was spinning quickly: Could it be that he has had too many dinners recently and his boss is unhappy? Or should you remind yourself from the side and not get too close to those bosses
He was born in a small town, his parents were both small townspeople, and he got to where he is today thanks to his intelligence and good at observing people's words. Therefore, whenever Huang Xuan spoke, Li Shenggang would extend his imagination in countless directions.
After a moment of silence, Li Shenggang pushed forward: "It is said that the best abalone maker is a Hong Kong man named Yang Guanyi. His Fulin Hotel is also recognized as the best hotel for making abalone. It is said that the best "Ah Yi Abalone" "It can be hundreds of thousands." He used two words, and he didn't dare to say that he had been there before.
Huang Xuan didn't care about the little money Li Shenggang ate. He just chose an excuse. While opening Yang Guanyi's information, he said: "I have a batch of abalones in hand that I want to sell. What do you think?" ?”
Hearing that they were doing business, Li Shenggang wiped off the sweat on his head and said, "Or sell it to Fulin Hotel. I heard some time ago that they lost 15 three-headed top-quality abalone. It is said to be the treasure of the main palace. Several There is no need for millions. They consume so much in a day, so they must have raw materials.”
"Contact them." Huang Xuan knew that this hotel would not be able to absorb the goods he had, but he always had to open a gap first, and said: "Just call me back in the next two days."
"Sure." After starting to do the work, Li Shenggang agreed quite easily. He was no longer worried about himself at this time, so he asked in detail: "What kind of abalone is it? How many heads are there?"
"Three-headed abalone and four-headed abalone." Huang Xuan thought about it and replied, "How much do you think it is worth."
"Wow." Li Shenggang felt his scalp jump and exclaimed: "Three-headed abalone?"
"Um."
"This..." At this time, Li Shenggang felt that he should show his "foodie" spirit, and said after careful consideration: "You know, I ate three heads of fresh abalone in Guangzhou once, and the Aomori abalone in Japan cost 8,800 per person. Yuan, the exchange rate between fresh abalone and dried abalone is 10:1, so the dried abalone should be 10 times as big as the three fresh abalones. According to the restaurant, if the price is twice as large, double the price, then the dried abalone should be 8800 Multiply it by two, multiply it by two, and multiply it by two again, and the difference is still 0%." He calculated as he spoke, and Huang Xuan already got the answer on the energy screen: "More than 70,000?"
"The 0% price difference is more." Li Shenggang smacked his lips and said, "The minimum is 140,000. If Ah Yi sells it, there is no problem in selling it for 00,000."
This was lower than Huang Xuan's estimate, but he just said: "Then I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry."
Li Shenggang hung up the phone triumphantly. He was not a professional manager. In fact, he was just a small accountant at a construction site. He graduated from a vocational technical secondary school, worked repeatedly, and had no fixed place to live. This kind of life emphasizes reality, so for For Huang Xuan to do a practical thing, it is far more reliable for him than a branch manager with an unknown income.
Huang Xuan could only say that he had a little bit of contact with Li Shenggang, or this kind of person, and shrugged casually. Huang Xuan asked Lorraine: "How many three-headed abalone do we have?"
"Ten thousand of them, including 8,000 abalone."
Huang Xuan pursed his lips and spread his hands, saying: "I remember that in the information you gave me, the price of each three-headed abalone should be more than 500,000 yuan?"
"Of course, this is a net abalone made by a famous Japanese master. It is the best."
"But no one knows." Huang Xuan knew very well how serious this problem was. He thought for a long time and finally gave up. There must be a road to the mountain. What's more, no matter whether he can sell these abalones, his cash flow will not be any question. The main focus now is still on BD, and the rest can be postponed for a while. Only by successfully digesting more than 10 billion US dollars, will he have enough funds, experience, factories, and talents to carry out the project according to his own plans. Imagine designing a new industrial base for the purpose of plane travel.
In Huang Xuan's view, this is obviously more important than another billion US dollars.
…
The Huang clan meeting lasted for 10 days. Zhang Xinyi returned home every day tired, but in good spirits. Huang Xuan guessed that with her mother's cleverness and at the expense of her grandfather's resignation, she would be able to sign a lot of favorable terms.
Cheaper and more equity in Southwestern Bell, for example.
As expected, Huang Hengzhan became the new patriarch of the Huang family. At this time, Yifang's desire for funds has almost reached its extreme. They want to appease more small families, take back the stocks of some companies, and end the previous term. The remaining contract issues require real money.
Huang Sugui's original largest fund-raising tool, Fusheng Securities, has become a liability due to a failed transaction. In fact, this has caused the entire Yifang to be short of funds in the past few months, with more than 1 billion US dollars. If the chain is broken, even Huang Sugui will not be able to subsidize it for a while.
Zhang Xinyi was willing to provide up to 1 billion U.S. dollars in cash, which almost made everyone think it was a timely help. Huang Sugui simply couldn't bear the temptation. Not only did he agree to use Huang Xuan's cash frozen in the foundation to pay the bill, but he also resold 5% of the Southwestern Bell stock on hand to Huang Xuan for only 50 million U.S. dollars, a discount of nearly 40 million.
He couldn't even hide his thirst for funds.
Or maybe it's because these two billion dollars are enough to get him out of his temporary predicament.
Huang Xuan doesn't have any special feelings about pulling Yifang out of financial constraints. On the one hand, he is more eager for Southwestern Bell's equity. If he doesn't buy it now, someone will rush to buy it in a month. On the other hand, Yifang is still part of the Huang family after all. If you hit the date and hurt the tree, you will have to eat it. , it is also up to him to speak. (To be continued)