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Chapter 171 0170 The Stupid Son of the Landlord's Family Has Made Something of Himself (Seeking Subscriptions)

"What? Fifty million?"

"Didn't you just take a position at Chen Jue's Cube Technology Company?"

Upon hearing the amount his son reported, Zheng Long's hand holding the chopsticks nearly had a stroke and trembled onto the table.

Although he had secretly known about the embarrassing things his 'good-for-nothing son' had been doing outside for a long time.

However, because his wife doted on and protected him, Zheng Long didn't really care about Zheng Bocheng and let him fool around outside.

Because in the eyes of Zheng Long, an older generation Wenzhou businessman, as long as his son didn't get involved in bad habits like HDD, went to work at his own factory on time every day, and brought his grandson home after work, he was already considered very well-behaved among his peers.

In contrast, there were many cases around him of those who hoped their sons would become dragons, but ended up squandering their family fortune by helping their children start businesses.

Therefore, Zheng Long learned from the lessons of some of his old friends, taking advantage of his prime to control the financial power of the family business, and tightly controlling the economic sources of his son's family.

In addition to the regular salary, he would give him a few million yuan of pocket money every year at most.

Previously, when he heard that Zheng Bocheng had invested 2 million yuan in Chen Jue's restaurant, Zheng Long had scoffed at and criticized his son several times, saying that the catering industry in the country was so depressed now.

Everywhere you looked, there were people starting catering businesses, but the probability of being eliminated and closing down exceeded 90%.

There were so many places to invest that 2 million yuan, why invest in this sunset industry?

Wasn't this just throwing money down the drain?

Moreover, when he learned that Zheng Bocheng was taking dividends and couldn't interfere with the operation and management of Chen Ji at all, Zheng Long's opinion became even stronger!

Zheng Long, who had started from scratch and struggled for half his life, knew the sinister nature of people in the business world.

Not interfering with the operation and watching others freely dispose of these funds was like going to a casino and giving the chips to others to gamble with!

If you win the bet, you may make a profit, but if you lose the bet, you won't have a single cent left.

More than ten years ago, it was popular in Wenzhou to pull relatives and friends into the factory as silent shareholders. At that time, the family workshop had good economic benefits, and private lending was very common.

Later, when the financial crisis hit, the capital chains of various companies broke, and a group of old Wenzhou enterprises were brought down by this kind of dividend stock.

What era is this, and you still dare to play like this? This is not just being stubborn, but being stupid!

With this money, it would be better to invest in a few leading stocks similar to the Big Four banks in the A-share market. At least they won't fall to ST delisting and be removed from the list, and there will be stable dividends every year.

Therefore, just for this 2 million yuan of pocket money, Zheng Long had criticized Zheng Bocheng a lot at the dinner table, saying that he was too naive and would rather believe his gang of friends than listen to his parents' advice.

Of course, Zheng Long didn't feel sorry for the 2 million yuan.

Instead, he planned to use this lesson to make his son remember, let him know the infighting in the business world, give up the idea of starting a business as soon as possible, and come back to take over his job after settling down.

Who would have thought that Chen Ji would become inexplicably popular not long after that 2 million yuan of pocket money was invested!

Moreover, it was so popular that the chain stores were opened all over Wenzhou, and there were queues almost every day.

It even boosted Wenzhou's cultural tourism industry and was repeatedly commended by the city leaders.

More importantly, Chen Ji's dividends to Zheng Bocheng alone were more than five million yuan every month.

He earned back the principal in the first month of investment!

Such an exaggerated return on investment made Zheng Long tactfully shut his mouth on the matter of investment.

Because his Zhongbo Machinery, although a small leading enterprise in Ruixian, had a turnover of more than one billion yuan a year. However, the profit from machining was very thin. After deducting material costs and labor expenses, there were only a few million yuan of profit left on the books every month at most.

This was still the result of Zheng Long's early investment in factory land, without paying rent.

On the other hand, his son Zheng Bocheng had just started trying to invest with a lot of money, and his profits were about to exceed his old man's.

As a result, Zheng Long felt a little embarrassed.

However, he was secretly happy in his heart: "Young people are still flexible!"

While happy that his son was getting the hang of it, he began to give long speeches at the dinner table where the whole family gathered every day, using his own success stories to teach his son, and telling him not to get carried away by small achievements.

After all, elders care about face, especially elders like Zheng Long who have succeeded in starting a business. Once they sit at the table, they dare to talk eloquently and know everything about the past and present after drinking a few sips of wine.

How could he have expected that Zheng Bocheng had just successfully invested in Chen Ji a few days ago, and then started a yacht sales business.

He went out every two or three days to pull the rich second generations in those circles to go out to sea on yachts and fool around. He was not at home at meal times every day. How could Zheng Long rest assured?

So, taking advantage of tonight's dinner, Zheng Long planned to have a good drink with his son and have a heart-to-heart talk between father and son at the dinner table.

As a result, a large table of dishes was cooked, and even the wine was just filled, but his son was about to go out to work overtime before he even picked up his chopsticks.

How could this not make Zheng Long explode and lose his temper?

Could any business be more important than eating with family?

However, when he learned that Zheng Bocheng had sold more than 20 yachts and had earned more than 40 million yuan in commissions alone, Zheng Long naturally let go of his hand pressing on the chopsticks on the table.

Because he found that his beloved son, whom he used to hold in the palm of his hand, had unknowingly reached the age of thirty.

"Like father, like son! From now on, who dares to say that my Bocheng is not promising?" Zheng Long took a sip of bayberry wine and showed a proud smile on his face.

Even his wife, Lin Yue'e, echoed him from the side, constantly pouring wine for Father Zheng: "Husband, Bocheng is really becoming more and more like you when you were young and just starting your business! This kind of drive is exactly the same as you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the couple smiled at each other, staring at Zheng Bocheng's leaving figure, their eyes full of the satisfaction of 'the stupid son of the landlord's family has made something of himself'.

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Chen Jue didn't know that a scandal he had with a female celebrity would actually turn out to be a blessing in disguise, causing the sales of Magic Cube Yachts to surge in China.

However, the disturbances on the Internet gradually faded away with the voyage of Magic Cube No. 002.

Three days later, Zarubino Port in the Far East.

The timber procurement team, who had experienced a high-speed ocean yacht trip, finally arrived at this natural ice-free port at noon this day.

The old merchant responsible for welcoming them had been waiting for a long time by the berth at the port dock with several Hongqi business cars.

Seeing Chen Jue leading a large group of people down, the old merchant's eyes flashed with the green light of US dollars, and he trot all the way up to greet them: "Welcome everyone to the Far East! I am Chen Shang, the general manager of Red Star Trading, and also Chen Jue's cousin. I will arrange the itinerary for everyone in the next few days to ensure you have a good time."

After speaking, a group of Russians wearing traditional Russian national costumes surrounded them, offering flower garlands and big loaves of bread to everyone while singing and dancing.

After all, this trip was a business tour, and this kind of reception scene had to be arranged.

The old merchant took the opportunity to quietly give Chen Jue a small OJBK gesture, indicating that his boss had arranged everything properly in the Far East.

As for Zhang Chengcheng's best friend and the timber brothers, they had been entertaining and having fun with Chen Jue on the yacht for the past few days, fishing and enjoying the scenery, having a great time.

After spending a few days together, they also learned a lot about the inside story of Red Star Trading from Chen Jue's drunken 'nonsense'.

They knew that this was a large multinational trading group, involved in industries ranging from grain to timber, steel, petroleum, etc., and had very rough ways in the Far East.

Not to mention the distant ones, the wood that they planned to purchase was flowing out of the hands of this big-nosed General Manager Chen.

So, after everyone got off the boat, before they had time to adapt to the switch from sea to land, Zhang Chengcheng and others hurriedly became polite: "Hello, General Manager Chen, we will have to trouble you to entertain us in the next few days!"

Everyone seemed to be in harmony as soon as they met.

As for Zhang Ruonan, the big star, she followed her best friend the whole time, looking at this scenic ice-free port.

It was now September, the intersection of summer and autumn. When the group left Modu, they were still wearing short sleeves.

However, the weather in the Far East began to turn cold, jumping from summer to late autumn.

Even some northern sections had already begun to snow for the first time this year, which also made the sea surface of Zarubino Port highly visible.

Standing on the dock and looking into the distance, the blue sky and the autumn sea reflected each other, and the dry and cold sea breeze blowing on people was a bit cool but very pleasant.

However, what interested Zhang Ruonan the most was that after the convoy took the group to inspect and pass through customs, they were taken to a cubic-shaped super-large warehouse.

The size and specifications of this closed warehouse were frighteningly large, even larger than those Wanda, Tianjie, and Wuyue comprehensive shopping malls in China.

As soon as a few electric gates of the warehouse were opened, the stacked logs were like magnets, nailing the knowledgeable timber merchants beside them to the spot.

"So thick! So big! So many materials!"

"Look at the annual rings of these cut surfaces, my goodness! They are as dense as toilet paper!"

"Young Master Chen didn't fool us, these are indeed top-quality ecological wood!"

"Old Zhao! You have the best nose among us, come and smell the bark, is there even a trace of pesticide smell on it?"

As soon as everyone saw these logs appear, they couldn't restrain their excitement and ran up to look around.

The timber merchant called Old Zhao couldn't contain his excitement. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Mr. Shang… Mr. Shang, approximately how much material is here?"

Having spent half his life in the timber business, Old Zhao had only seen this scale of logs at the international timber city in Manzhouli.

If this entire warehouse was Red Star Trading's exclusive inventory, then their connections were truly extraordinary!

Old Shang chuckled upon hearing this and held up three fingers. "Not much, this warehouse only has about 300,000 cubic meters, planning to ship it to Yangshan Port by sea. If you can handle it all, my logging yard has even more new stock than this."

As soon as these words came out, the scalps of the dozen or so timber merchants present couldn't help but tingle with shock.

"300,000 cubic meters? And all of it is this grade of ecological wood!"

"My god! Doesn't that mean this warehouse is worth at least 3 or 4 billion?"

"This is too extravagant! I've been dealing with wood my whole life, and now I've finally met a true master in the industry."

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