Chapter 60

This is a wonderful hot pot. ∽↗

Fatso no longer held back, bringing out all his skills. He was a completely different person from the timid, silly-smiling guy who first met Lei Huanxi.

"Tell me, what do you have? No capital, no connections. Once Xiantao Village is developed, your words won't be as important as a small clerk's." Fatso analyzed on the spot: "But you have the biggest and most core resource, the Fairy Stone. We need to focus on the Fairy Stone, think about how to gain the upper hand in negotiations with Zhu Guoxu..."

Zhu Jinyan coughed a few times: "Hey, Fatso, Zhu Guoxu's son and daughter are here."

"This will only benefit you, not harm you." Fatso didn't care at all: "Annie, you're a girl, and your father doesn't have high hopes for you. In the future, he'll give you a large sum of money, a few companies, and a generous dowry..."

Annie's face turned red...

Fatso continued: "As for you, Jinyan, your father's primary goal was to cure your illness. Now that this goal has been achieved, he will consider how to cultivate you and how to let you inherit the family business... Think about it, growing up under your father, every move you make has to follow his orders. But if you accomplish something on your own, your father will definitely look at you differently. Don't hesitate, first, try to get your father to entrust this project to you. If that doesn't work, fully support Brother Huanxi. If he succeeds, it's as if you succeeded, and your father will definitely trust you. Isn't that the logic?"

Zhu Jinyan nodded frequently.

He was like a flower in a greenhouse, never having experienced any storms. Fatso's analysis made him feel that every word and every sentence was right.

"So we four must be of one heart." Fatso spoke confidently: "I analyzed that the stones on Fairy Mountain can't all be so beautiful. Brother Huanxi, you must have some special methods. Rarity is valuable; once there are too many, they lose their value. So during this period, you need to collect as many of the best stones as possible... In the future, when they ask for them, you should release them bit by bit, like squeezing toothpaste... This is the selling point of Xiantao Village's development. With the selling point in your hands, what are you afraid of? You need to create the impression that the best stones on Fairy Mountain are all in your control..."

Fatso was no longer just a food lover but had completely transformed into a strategist.

Lei Huanxi, who was poor and had no financial or political power to compare with Zhu Guoxu, was designed by Fatso to be on equal footing with Zhu Guoxu in the development of Xiantao Village, and at the very least, to have significant influence.

He even planned in the shortest time how many stones to control, how often Lei Huanxi should bring out a high-quality stone, and how to gain the most advantageous position in future negotiations with Juncheng Group.

The right person.

Lei Huanxi suddenly thought of these words. Fatso was the most suitable person for him.

He was smart and had been doing business with his father since he was young, giving him much more experience in this area than Lei Huanxi, who had never done business.

The most critical point was that he could foresee things that others couldn't see or overlooked.

Finding the right person at the right time and place.

And that person was undoubtedly Fatso.

"Fatso, why are you so enthusiastic?" Annie asked.

That familiar, simple smile reappeared on Fatso's face: "To make money, such a good project will definitely make money. I don't have any other skills, so I can only rely on Juncheng Group to make a little money..."

In this state, not even a punctuation mark from Fatso could be trusted.

Whoever took him for a fool would be the biggest fool.

"Brother Huanxi, some things can be done in advance." Fatso clearly thought even further: "For example, what kind of identity will you use in future negotiations? Private identity? Inappropriate. Representative of Xiantao Village? You have a village committee. Last-minute preparations won't work."

Annie, coming from a business family, was the first to react: "You mean we should set up a company?"

"Exactly, set up a company. The size and registered capital don't matter; what matters is having an identity." Fatso was confident: "Brother Huanxi, leave this to me. Just lend me your ID for a couple of days."

This was something Lei Huanxi had never thought of, but Fatso had already planned it out for him.

"What will the company be called?" Annie was immediately interested: "I'll think of it, I'll think of it, how about... Aphrodite..."

"You're writing a novel. The company name should be simple and memorable."

Annie's suggestion was mercilessly rejected.

Zhu Jinyan blinked: "How about using Brother Huanxi's in-game name, Caiyuanzi Zhang Qing Co., Ltd.?"

"Get lost!" This was the unanimous response from the three of them.

"One flower, one grass, one world; a small space, a vast universe." Lei Huanxi finally spoke: "How about calling it Fangcun Company?"

"One flower, one grass, one world; a small space, a vast universe, Fangcun Company, Fangcun Company." Fatso muttered, then suddenly slapped the table: "Good, this name is good, let's call it Fangcun Company."

Lei Huanxi's first company was officially named "Fangcun."

Despite not even having a business license yet, Annie was enthusiastic and had already designed the positions for everyone.

Lei Huanxi was undoubtedly the "President and Chairman of the Board." Later, after a quiet reminder from Fatso, Annie realized that without a board, calling him that was inappropriate, so Brother Huanxi was demoted to General Manager.

Annie appointed herself as the General Manager's Assistant and Office Director.

Fatso? Fatso was definitely the Operations Director.

"What about me? What about me?" Zhu Jinyan was anxious when he heard that he wasn't involved.

"Jinyan." Annie patted her brother's shoulder earnestly: "You are a Zhu family member, and you will inherit the Zhu family's business, so don't get involved."

"Like you're not a Zhu family member." Zhu Jinyan muttered.

"Didn't you hear Fatso? I will eventually get married. Should I help my husband or you?" Annie said confidently: "If you really want a position, how about being the Undercover Director..."

Lei Huanxi was drinking water and, upon hearing this, spat it out.

Undercover Director? How did Annie come up with that?

Genius, truly a genius.

"Alright, joking aside, I'll take care of it after the fish competition tomorrow." Fatso started eating again, his stomach seemingly never full: "Speaking of the fish competition, Jiang Bin has been acting strangely lately, showing no signs of activity, as if he's confident he'll win."

"He?" Annie didn't care: "We have Brother Huanxi. One Brother Huanxi is worth two... But seriously, Brother Huanxi, will there be any problems tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure." Lei Huanxi didn't want to make promises: "We'll see when the time comes... But I warn you, don't cause any more trouble for me."

"I won't." Annie started to act coquettishly.

The focus of this meal wasn't just the plan to set up a company but Fatso's astonishing appetite.

Can you imagine what it's like for one person to finish dozens of dishes?

Fatso successfully did it... and he still looked like he hadn't had enough.

"Waiter, the bill." Annie called the waiter.

"This one's on me." Lei Huanxi had never treated them before and wanted to show his appreciation this time.

"No, Brother Huanxi, I said I'd treat..."

"Both of you, don't argue. Someone has already paid for you." The waiter unexpectedly said.

"Ah?" Everyone called out at the same time: "Who?"

"A man who claims to be a friend of Mr. Lei Huanxi." The waiter smiled: "He's very familiar with our boss, but out of respect for customer privacy, I can't tell you his name."

"Brother Huanxi, you're amazing, even someone is vying to pay for you." Annie looked admiringly.

Lei Huanxi was puzzled. When did he have such a friend?

As they left the private room, the hot pot restaurant owner was waiting outside. Seeing Lei Huanxi and the others come out, he offered a cigarette: "Honored guests, honored guests, was the food to your satisfaction?"

"Ah, we don't smoke, thank you." Lei Huanxi politely declined: "Boss, the food was great, but can you tell us who paid for us?"

The boss looked hesitant: "Little brother, don't put me in a difficult position. He's our most respected guest, and he repeatedly instructed me not to reveal his name."

"He Jijun?" For some reason, this name flashed through Lei Huanxi's mind, and he blurted it out.

The boss's face twitched: "Little brother, that's your guess, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

Lei Huanxi guessed right; it was He Jijun who paid for him. But what was even more strange was that the boss seemed very afraid of He Jijun.

What was there to be afraid of? Paying for a meal shouldn't be so mysterious. And when his name was mentioned, the boss of the hot pot restaurant looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Alright, I won't ask, I know nothing." Lei Huanxi replied, puzzled.

"Ah, thank you, thank you. Brother Jun said that all your future expenses here will be on his tab. Please come often, please come often."

This Brother Jun seemed really mysterious.

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