socalfunplaces Chapter 47: Contact with the Zaibatsu
Chapter 47: Contact with the Zaibatsu
In recent years, Huangtian Group, relying on its strong financial resources, has no longer been content with the traditional insurance industry and has begun to expand into various other sectors...
With a slight tilt of his head, Song Zhaowen could see three gleaming black Mercedes-Benz sedans (W126 S-Class) outside the factory.
Several bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses stood silently by the car, their expressions cool.
Surrounded by bodyguards, a slender beauty stood in the center, presumably Huang Lei, the only daughter of Huang Tian, the founder of the Huangtian Group.
This girl was wearing an expensive off-white Chanel-style suit. Although she wasn't stunningly beautiful, she certainly exuded an air of wealth and luxury.
Ye Rongtian accompanied Song Zhaowen downstairs to greet them.
"Boss, are we really not going to sell them ourselves? Are we going to give them the distribution rights? I'm still a little reluctant to do that."
Song Zhaowen patted Ye Rongtian on the shoulder: "Didn't we decide on this a few days ago? Money can never be earned enough. Let's go! Let's go meet this tycoon's princess."
Ye Rongtian is not yet the tycoon he will become in the future. His vision is a bit limited. He can't see that Song Zhaowen wants to use the "pissing beef balls" product to ride the fast track of Huangtian Group.
Of course, he made all the decisions about the company, so Song Zhaowen didn't need to explain things to him.
A few minutes later.
Song Zhaowen strode forward to greet her: "Miss Huang, it's an honor to have you here! I'm Song Zhaowen, the person in charge of this factory. The place is simple, please forgive me for not being able to greet you properly!"
Huang Lei also quickly glanced at Song Zhaowen.
She had done her homework before coming.
Song Zhaowen, a native of Tsz Wan Shan, dropped out of school after junior high and joined Cheng Hing. He started as a 49-year-old under Brother Cheng. After Brother Cheng died, he spent his days aimlessly in the boxing gym. But this is the same person who took a position more than a month ago.
Judging from his resume, he's just an ordinary gangster.
But this gangster actually developed a blockbuster product!
Of course, people might say that he got lucky and it was just a coincidence that he developed the "pissing beef ball".
But the two marketing campaigns that followed made people wonder if this was something a gangster who hadn't even finished junior high school could have come up with.
To be honest, Huang Lei had collaborated with several GG companies in the city. After reviewing the work of these companies' top planners, she was full of praise and exclaimed that it was unexpected. If Song Zhaowen were willing to work there, he could easily get a decent job with this plan.
All of these factors aroused Huang Lei's curiosity about Song Zhaowen.
On the way here, Huang Lei thought Song Zhaowen would be a member of the "Five Big Three Groups" (a group of three major gangsters), but when she met him, she realized that his appearance and temperament were more like a TVB star than a gangster.
For a moment, I was a little dazed.
"Miss Huang, Miss Huang?!"
"Um? I'm sorry."
It was only after Song Zhaowen reminded her twice that Huang Lei finally came to her senses.
Huang Lei blushed and coughed twice to cover her embarrassment, while thinking to herself, "Huang Lei, what's wrong with you today? We've seen plenty of handsome guys before, why are you acting so out of sorts?"
Seeing Song Zhaowen's outstretched hand, Huang Lei removed the lace glove from her palm.
Song Zhaowen's hands were dry and warm, briefly enveloping Huang Lei's slightly cool fingertips.
A gentle sense of power suddenly welled up in Huang Lei's heart. Before the negotiations even began, Song Zhaowen had already made a deep impression on Huang Lei based on their first impressions alone.
Song Zhaowen led the way, with Huang Lei following closely behind. Behind her was a middle-aged assistant, also dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase and with a serious expression. Several bodyguards followed closely behind.
Song Zhaowen was not surprised by this; it would be crazy for a second-generation chaebol not to have a few bodyguards by his side.
The door to the temporary office was pushed open, and a strong aroma of coffee wafted out.
Li Mei had already tidied the table and served two cups of hot tea. The moment she saw Huang Lei, a hint of self-consciousness flashed in her eyes. She then lowered her head and retreated to the corner, standing quietly.
"The place is simple, Miss Huang, please excuse the embarrassment." Song Zhaowen gestured for Huang Lei to sit on the only guest sofa, while he pulled over an office chair and sat down opposite her across the table piled with documents, looking relaxed. Ye Rongtian leaned against the door with his arms crossed, acting as Song Zhaowen's temporary assistant.
Huang Lei sat down gracefully, her legs together and slightly tilted, placing her small handbag on her lap. She got straight to the point: "Mr. Song is a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush. Huangtian Group has its eye on the market potential of 'Pissing Beef Balls' and the potential brand value it can bring in the future. I want to acquire you, if you agree..."
He turned around and glanced at his assistant behind him, who immediately understood and pulled out a check.
Huang Lei pushed the check in front of Song Zhaowen.
Ye Rongtian behind her exclaimed, "Thirty million!" As for Li Mei in the corner, she was already numb. To be honest, she had never even seen 100,000 Hong Kong dollars since she came to Hong Kong, let alone 30 million, which was a number she dared not even dream of.
Seeing Ye Rongtian's startled expression, Huang Lei smiled and said, "That's right, it's thirty million."
"Mr. Song, I have done my research. Your factory, equipment, and inventory are valued at just over nine million. Even if we add your brand premium and value it at five million, it's only fourteen million in total."
"But our Huangtian Group is very sincere! We are willing to acquire your factory at a premium."
"Mr. Song, you've tripled your revenue after just one month of starting your business with an investment of ten million. This is a rare opportunity, you must seize it!"
At that time, the Hong Kong dollar had not yet been over-issued and had considerable purchasing power.
Thirty million is equivalent to five hundred million in the 21st century.
It's enough for Song Zhaowen to buy a row of shops in the huge city center of Tsim Sha Tsui and still have money to spare.
It would immediately make Song Zhaowen financially independent.
Huang Lei looked at Song Zhaowen with confidence; no one could resist such a great temptation!
Song Zhaowen frowned as if he was thinking, while Huang Lei patiently waited for his reply.
Huang Lei didn't have to wait long; in just over ten seconds, Song Zhaowen had already made his decision.
He picked up the check... Huang Lei's lips curled into a knowing smile.
But the next second, Song Zhaowen pushed the check back.
"Sister Huang, I'm sorry, my factory is not for sale."
The check was returned swiftly and decisively, and the atmosphere in the office instantly froze.
Ye Rongtian saw this and was even more anxious than his own boss.
If he were to sell, and then take advantage of the stock market downturn to buy back in at a high price, it wouldn't be fair to say he's short-sighted. That's how Hong Kong businessmen operate: they start a company and then sell it for a high price. Nobody can settle down and focus on doing real business.
Huang Lei's confident, elegant, and composed smile froze on her face, as if frozen by frost.
For the first time, her usually calm and serene eyes stirred with genuine surprise as she stared directly at the man across the desk—a man with an unbuttoned shirt and a rough, unrefined air.