The years of red flags

At this point, Legend Company's business is divided into two groups, one is responsible for technology research, and the other is responsible for market development. The atmosphere between the two groups is not good, but they adhere to the inherent business ethics. Fortunately, it does not affect the cooperation between each other.

In order to help Academician Ni's technology development, Jiang Hua specifically contacted research institutes across the country, including the WH Research Institute, which saved Academician Ni a lot of effort in his research.

Jiang Hua also hired a well-known international marketing company to help Lao Liu with marketing, but he didn't seem to appreciate it and promoted a deputy named Yang. He always felt that the two of them were plotting something.

Sure enough, not long after, Lao Liu used his status as the chairman of the group to forcefully pass a plan to entrust Legend Group's sales work to a specialized marketing company.

For Shao Bowen, this method is too common. It involves nothing more than transferring some benefits, transferring the original benefits of Legend Group to that marketing company.

Shao Bowen truthfully reported to Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua just smiled contemptuously and then ordered him to stand still. Since you are seeking your own death, I will simply let you die clearly.

Jiang Hua asked Shao Bowen to pay careful attention to all Lao Liu's movements and wait until the time is right to capture him in one fell swoop.

Back home, Lan Jieying coyly told Jiang Hua something.

"I invested 1000 million in a company."

"1000?"

Lan Jieying shook her head: "RMB, there is currently no company in China that allows me to invest 1000 million US dollars."

"Just spend it. I just lent 20 billion to your husband two days ago. Even if you spend 1000 million in one day, it will still be enough for you to squander for more than a year."

Lan Jieying said sheepishly: "Then I have never spent so much money at once before. I'm afraid you will think that I spend money indiscriminately."

"Do you know how much money you have? What is the difference between a few million and 1000 million?"

Lan Jieying shook her head: "I really don't know how much money I have."

"Let Shao Bowen report to you another day. It's best to find a professional accounting firm to help you take care of the accounts." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Which company are you investing in? You can invest 1000 million."

"Huayi." Lan Jieying said happily: "Before the Chinese New Year, Xiaoma and the others introduced me to the Wang brothers. They chatted with me and started working in advertising. In the future, they will also get involved in film and television culture. I think they It should have development potential, so I invested 1000 million."

Jiang Hua asked with a smile: "Is there still love between Xiao Ma and the others among these 1000 million?"

Lan Jieying asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

"This is your character. You will never be so cruel as to reject someone you know well." Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Just vote. I feel that this Huayi should reciprocate. She is backed by the capital's literary and art circles and has great connections." There are so many networks and connections, there will definitely be great development in the future, and the returns may be dozens or hundreds of times in the future.”

"So I made the right investment?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "Investment can never be profitable. The commercialization of the mainland's performing arts market is now in its infancy. A professional company will definitely be able to get a share of this market, and the opportunity will be quite lucrative."

Jiang Hua looked at Lan Jieying and said with a smile, "I didn't see it, but you have now become a big shot in the capital's literary and art circles."

"Now they all call me Sister Lan." Lan Jieying said a little shyly: "Many people are much older than me, and they also call me Sister Lan."

Jiang Hua laughed loudly: "After the marketization of the literary and art circles, they realized that capital is sometimes more important than talent. Now they are paying back Sister Lan for your money, but in the future they will call you Sister Lan for your power."

"Power? What kind of power?"

"You are rich and philanthropic. Through money, you can unite a large number of seniors in the entertainment industry in Beijing. As time goes by, these people will also become famous. You are their benefactor behind the scenes, and they are your subordinates. Minion, this is your power."

Lan Jieying sighed: "It feels like a big water pipe behind the underworld in Hong Kong." "That's pretty much what it means."

To be honest, although Lan Jieying is from Xiangjiang, she has been in the capital for many years. Now she is very familiar with the gossip in the capital. With her financial resources, it is more than enough to become a big boss in the Beijing circle.

After being praised by her husband, Lan Jieying was so excited that she wanted to invite her husband to watch the show in the evening.

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Is it a drama? You didn't act in it. I don't want to watch it."

"No, the performances at the Palace of Nationalities are all local folk arts."

Jiang Hua shook his head like a rattle: "Singing opera is still a big drum, so I'm even less interested."

"Let's take a look and support the development of national folk arts." Lan Jieying said softly: "Why do you have no sense of national pride at all?"

"I'm very proud, but I just can't understand it."

In the end, Jiang Hua was beaten to the National Palace by Lan Jieying. If the sound of the instruments on the stage was not very loud, he might have slept from the beginning to the end.

It was past eleven o'clock after the show, and I was driving home with my wife. On Chang'an Street, there were almost no pedestrians at this moment.

The shining headlights illuminated a solitary figure in front of him, and Jiang Hua screeched to a stop beside this person.

"Brother, did you miss a taxi?"

“I don’t have money to take a taxi.”

Jiang Hua glanced at his wife: "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

The man hesitated for a moment and finally sat in the back seat. Only then did Jiang Hua have time to look at the man. He was a young man in his 20s. He was quite stocky, but a little short. He looked like a certain person.

"Brother, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Guo."

"What are you doing?"

"Speaking of cross talk."

Jiang Hua nodded: "The cross talk market is not very prosperous these days. I have never thought of changing my career to something else."

"I've been learning this trade since I was a child for more than ten years. If you ask me to switch to another profession, I have to know how to do it."

Jiang Hua already knew who it was, the little black fat man, and he was at a low point in his life.

"Not long after it was opened, most people are only interested in making money. They can only turn on the TV at night and watch the cross talk at the party. Who do you think has time to carry a bird cage and listen to cross talk while shopping like in the late Qing Dynasty? , I don’t have that spare time, so if I have time, I might as well make more money.”

"But I love cross talk, and I can't bear to part with this profession."

Jiang Hua smiled: "Then you can only endure it slowly. When most people have solved the problem of food and clothing, and have some spare time in their pockets, and some spare money in their pockets, maybe someone will be willing to sit in the teahouse. Listen to cross talk.”

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