Although An Xiaoying locked Ye Hong behind the door, she had no time to monitor him all the time.
When An Xiaoying was not paying attention, Ye Hong quietly slipped out of the back door of Yeshi.
In a cafe located at Dongjiekou, a thin man wearing a light-colored jacket was walking around uneasily.
He was Biffa who wrote to Ye Shi.
Biffa was already mentally prepared for the letter to disappear, but unexpectedly he received a call from someone who claimed to be the manager of the nightclub!
In his excitement, he even arrived at the coffee shop where he agreed to meet an hour in advance.
"Is this Mr. Biffa?"
A clear voice came from behind Biffa. He turned his head and saw a handsome little boy looking at him with a smile.
"You are the son of the nightclub manager, right?"
Biffa was stunned for a moment looking at Ye Hong's young appearance, and then his eyes searched behind Ye Hong.
"Stop looking, I am the manager of Night Food, Ye Hong."
Ye Hong looked at the man in front of him and saw that he was even more miserable than what he saw in the photo.
There were several patches on his leather jacket, and his beard, which had not been shaved for a long time, was messy and almost tangled with his bird's nest-like hair.
Only his eyes were extremely clean, full of agility and enthusiasm.
Hearing Ye Hong's words, Biffa couldn't help but be stunned. Apparently, he didn't expect that the legendary night food store manager was so young.
He shouldn't even be twenty years old, right
Thinking like this, Biffa's face couldn't help but darken.
He thought that Ye Hong was the kind of rich second generation who squandered his family's money. Generally, such people had little vision, and they probably didn't understand his business plan very well.
But Biffa quickly adjusted his mood and shared his "great idea" with Yehong from his position.
“Today, Yanguo’s e-commerce industry is mixed between good and bad”
"Many people have extremely bad experiences with online shopping."
"My goal is to build the largest online trading platform in Yan country, and the name is temporarily called [Di Mao]!
How about it? Isn’t it very down-to-earth? "
Looking at Bifa talking eloquently in front of him and looking at the materials in his hands, Ye Hong couldn't help but frown slightly.
He could finally see that this was a person on the edge of genius and madness.
Bifa had many ideas, but some of them were appalling, and even seemed a bit whimsical to Ye Hong.
If you invest in this kind of person, you will either make a lot of money or lose everything.
The investment amount required by Bifa was 100,000 Yanguo coins, and he promised to give Yehong 30% of the shares after the company was established.
With the current profitability of tens of thousands of dollars a day from night food, it is not difficult to come up with 100,000 yuan.
But Ye Hong didn't want his 100,000 yuan to be wasted.
"What should I do? Should I invest in this guy?"
Just as Ye Hong was thinking, a notification sound suddenly sounded in his head.
"Ding! Read the investment plan, investment ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."
"Ding! Entry-level investment capabilities are triggered. The investment plan is being scanned and the investment target is being scanned. The scan is completed."
"Ding! After identification, the return on investment is expected to be 10,000 times, and the investment risk rate is 10%. It is recommended that the host invests."
Ten thousand times!
What is 10,000 times 100,000 yuan? Ye Hong, who was proficient in advanced mathematics, immediately figured out the answer in his mind.
The corresponding risk rate is only 10%!
Only a fool would refuse this kind of investment business!
(End of chapter)