Chapter 53

Sun Yusheng led Shui Junyi to an empty office, "Junyi, this will be our new base from now on. How do you think it is? It's not bad, right?" "The environment is quite decent, but the new business we are about to start is truly exciting..." Shui Junyi smiled faintly and said.

"Indeed..." Sun Yusheng nodded, "By the way, what do you think about us making a department motto? It would be the motto for our entire department." "How about 'Carrying the honor of CCTV, fairness, justice, and transparency...?'"

"Carrying the honor of CCTV? Let's change the second half to Jia Hongjian's 'Declare war on the monster named reality'!" Sun Yusheng waved his hand and decided on this motto for the "Focus Interview," which might influence countless people...

"Ha ha, but Chief Sun, what about the personnel? 'Oriental Time' can't be affected, and our News Commentary Department can't allocate too many people from there."

"Like when 'Oriental Time' was founded, we can find people from the relatives of our Director Yang. There's a guy named Bai Yansong in the People's Broadcasting Station. He was assigned there in 1989, and a few months ago, I heard that 'Oriental Time' was recruiting, and he kept coming to my house, begging to join 'Oriental Time.' But at the time, they wouldn't let him go, saying he was their future star... Ha ha... This time, I heard that our Director Yang will soon propose to elevate CCTV and the People's Broadcasting Station to vice-ministerial level. With this sweet deal, won't they let him go? If they don't, I'll ruin their plans. Anyone who says no will be cursed by the entire station, ha ha..."

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At the same time, in the meeting room of Shanghai Yanzhong Industrial. The new chairman from Shenzhen Baoan, who had just taken over, was presiding over the first high-level meeting after the acquisition. "As I said before, Shenzhen Baoan's acquisition of Yanzhong Industrial isn't because we have too much money to burn, and I'm sure the second-largest shareholder, Shanghai Jiahua, isn't either. So the theme of this high-level meeting is simple: how to quickly drive up the stock price of Yanzhong Industrial so that the parent company can raise more funds. This will be good for all shareholders and even all stockholders..."

"What do you mean, Chairman Shen?" Jia Gang raised his hand and asked.

"Great question," the young man, who seemed to have returned from studying abroad, said arrogantly, "My idea is that Yanzhong Industrial should quickly release the concept of a new product, even if the new product is no different from the old one. You have to hype it up and come up with a mysterious new concept, like light control, the next generation of intelligence, the latest top European and American technology—whatever sounds impressive. You need to make the stockholders rush to buy Yanzhong's stock and drive up the price!"

"Will that work?" Jia Gang frowned.

"Why not? We will also immediately evaluate Yanzhong Industrial and get rid of any products or production lines that don't meet profitability requirements. It's because of this mess that your performance has been so poor..."

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That afternoon, Su Ping and her son Jia Hongjian returned home with a travel bag full of RMB. Su Ping looked dazed, as if she had lost her soul. After entering the house, she even forgot to close the front door.

When they entered the living room, she suddenly dumped all the RMB from the travel bag onto the dining table and sat down, staring at the stacks of RMB. After a while, she picked up a stack of hundred-yuan bills and examined the colors and gloss of the four old men printed on the RMB in the sunlight, even checking the watermark...

"Mom... Are you like Fan Jin passing the imperial exam?" Jia Hongjian, who had closed the front door, was a bit shocked by his mother's behavior.

"Son... This is real hundred-yuan notes... It's real... We really have over 400,000 yuan? I earn less than 100 yuan a month, and after working hard for so many years, I only saved 40,000 yuan. In just a few days, it became 400,000 yuan?" Su Ping asked her son with a puzzled look.

Indeed, this is the effect of the financial gambling platform. The money that an ordinary person can't earn in many years can now be obtained through stock speculation in just a few days. In a few decades, a house in Shanghai, this international metropolis, will make ordinary people want to cry.

Seeing his mother's puzzled look, Jia Hongjian felt very heartbroken. He knew that his mother's worldview, life view, and values must have been greatly impacted, just like when he saw a BMW car in the dormitory building during his college days, feeling that the world he thought was right had changed.

"Actually, this is pretty good. Think about it, Mom. We have 400,000 yuan now. We don't have to worry about food and drink. You can go to work just for entertainment, as Marx said. If someone at school makes you angry, you can just go up and scold them without worrying about interpersonal relationships. If it gets bad, we can quit the next day! The tough ones are those who don't care about their lives. Even if the principal makes you angry, we can still spray him in the face!" Jia Hongjian tried to comfort his mother like he was soothing a little girl, hoping this would divert her attention from the collapse of her values.

Su Ping's eyes slowly shifted to her son's face, and she seemed to be gradually regaining her senses. "Oh, that's right! Why have I been working so hard for so many years? Why? Now that we have so much money, why should I worry so much? Yes! Son, you're right! I'll go to work just to pass the time! I'm not there to earn money! I'm there to pass the time! Who should I be afraid of?"

"Exactly, exactly. I'll buy you two Santana cars, one white for buying groceries and one black for commuting. I'll also find two maids to serve you like little wives, following you around. When we go out, if we drink soy milk, we'll drink one bowl and pour one bowl away! If we buy meat buns, we'll eat one and throw one away!"

"Go away! You little brat, the more you talk, the less serious you get. Is that how you live? You're just burning money! No, I have to save 300,000 yuan for you to get married in the future!" Su Ping, after regaining her senses, the housewife's instinct kicked in again.

"Are you both back? Is this the money we made from the stock market?" Jia Gang suddenly spoke as he entered the living room.

Indeed, Jia Gang, being the father, did not lose his composure like Su Ping when he saw so much money. He looked at his wife and son, then at the money on the table, and seemed to be more relaxed. "Wife, son, I have something to tell you. I want to quit my job..."

After hearing Jia Gang's explanation, Jia Hongjian understood what had happened. After the new overseas-returned chairman finished his grand plans, the 38-year-old Jia Gang did not burst out in anger like he did when he was young but suppressed his anger and considered quitting.

"Don't quit, who are you working for anyway?"

"Quit, let's do it on our own!"

The mother and son gave completely different answers. Jia Gang and Su Ping looked at their son in surprise, "Do it on your own?" they asked in unison.

"Right, who are you working for? Why not work for yourself?"

"Work for yourself? What will you do?" Jia Gang was surprised. "No one in our family has done business before. We have no experience, no connections, and no tricks."

"I'm here!" Jia Hongjian pointed to himself. "Don't worry, Dad, I can come up with a plan in a few days!"

He had prepared that plan long ago. It had been sleeping in Jia Hongjian's desk for a long time, and it was eager to be put into action!

Seeing his son's confident demeanor, Jia Gang felt for a moment that his son was like a hidden mastermind behind the scenes, as if he had already woven a vast web to trap him. "What am I thinking...?" He shook his head, dispelling the strange feeling. In his eyes, his son Jia Hongjian was a very inspired and talented person in business, a bit naive, a bit overly righteous, a bit mischievous, and a bit impulsive, but he would never be so scheming...

But after dinner, when he saw the plan his son handed him, Jia Gang felt a sense of being schemed against again. "You, this wasn't prepared long ago, was it?" He asked his son with some doubt.

"Why would I prepare it long ago? Wait for you to quit? Did I know you were going to quit?" Jia Hongjian pouted. As a reborn person, would ordinary people think of such things? Ordinary people can't predict the future, and this was Jia Hongjian's best excuse!

"You're right..." Jia Gang laughed self-deprecatingly, "Sigh... Isn't this the plan you told me about before, to work with Ma Junren?"

"Yes, but it's been modified. I just thought of how to modify the original plan these past few days, originally for your company, but since you're quitting, I thought, 'Why let the benefits go to others? Let's do it ourselves.'"

Hearing his son's words, Jia Gang carefully examined the differences and was immediately stunned— "You mean, after we auction off the exclusive sales rights in all provinces, cities, and autonomous regions and get the money from the distributors, we then give the money to Ma Junren?"

"Yes! This is a classic bait and switch. We can use Ma Junren's name to attract distributors, then use the distributors' money to attract Ma Junren, and we won't have to spend a penny to complete a big deal..." Jia Hongjian nodded, looking like a teachable student.

"This, this, this, this..." Jia Gang was almost at a loss for words. He felt that this plan was too bold, almost audacious! "What if Ma Junren doesn't agree? Why would he agree to you?"

"It's not why he should agree, Dad, but why he shouldn't." Jia Hongjian shook his head. "Think about it, you have a secret recipe, and someone wants to buy it. You don't want to sell, saying even 10 million yuan won't do it. Then someone comes and says, 'Let's work together. If we auction it for more than 10 million yuan, we'll give you 10 million yuan. If we can't auction it, you can take your secret recipe back and try to sell it to someone else. We'll handle the chaos. Would you be willing to try? If it succeeds, you get 10 million yuan, and if it fails, you lose nothing...'

"Then how do we deal with the distributors who want to rebel? After the auction, if we say, 'Let's all go home,' won't they beat us up?" Jia Gang asked, wide-eyed.

"Just write it clearly in the contract, stating that before the payment is transferred to our account, we have the right to cancel the auction results... We can phrase it to prevent unqualified distributors from cheating and not paying..." Jia Hongjian said matter-of-factly.

While he said this, the plan was actually just a smokescreen created by Jia Hongjian! It was for his father, who couldn't predict the future! The real trump card existed in Jia Hongjian's mind, which he could never reveal!

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