I Do Not Want to Inherit the Family Fortune

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Soon, Bentley came to Juxian Pavilion in Shangjiang City.

This is a famous restaurant in Shangjiang City. You can come here to eat if you are rich or expensive.

Moreover, Juxian Pavilion requires a membership appointment.

Those who spend less than one million a year are not eligible to become members of Juxian Pavilion.

At this time, at the gate of Juxian Pavilion, a famous entrepreneur from Shangjiang City stood.

Feng Ruixiang, Chairman of Guohua Trading Group.

Specializing in import and export business, and all are works of art.

As the chairman of the company, Feng Ruixiang is a rich man worth 3 billion!

It is also a famous collector hobbyist in China!

In the domestic collection industry, it has a very famous reputation.

At this time, Feng Ruixiang, with more than a dozen senior executives of the company, respectfully waited at the gate of Juxian Pavilion.

This scene really shocked many people who came to eat.

Then bursts of exclamation broke out.

"Isn't that the chairman of Guohua Trading Group Feng Ruixiang? Who is he waiting for? Such a big show."

"It's rare to see a billionaire like Feng Ruixiang actually waiting at the gate of Juxian Pavilion."

"What big man is coming? It's definitely not going to be in Shangjiang City, this is not a small start."

Sitting in a Bentley car, Chen Ping frowned when he saw a large group of brightly dressed elites standing at the gate of Juxian Pavilion. "Don't you say that low-key, why did you make such a big show?"

Qiao Fugui said with a smile: "Master, maybe Feng Dong wants to surprise you."

"Surprise, fart, I don't like it." Chen Ping said coldly: "Go to the parking lot, notify your friend, and meet alone."

"Good young master." Qiao Fugui nodded.

The car drove directly to the parking garage.

In front of the Juxian Pavilion, Feng Ruixiang has stood upright respectfully, silently waiting for today's big figures.

He cheeked his friend for help.

Standing next to him was his son, Feng Tao, with his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly dissatisfied and said: "Daddy, who are we waiting for, this shelf is too big, it's been 20 minutes."

Feng Ruixiang glared at Feng Tao, and whispered: "You can tell me honestly, if someone else comes and you make a mistake later, see how I can clean up you."

Feng Tao snorted softly, more dissatisfied.

He also invited several friends to dance together.

He blamed his dad for having to pull himself over and said that he saw a big investor.

I haven't seen a figure so far, but the ostentation has done a lot.

It was also at this time that Feng Ruixiang received a phone call, and then turned around in a heavy voice: "Well, everyone go in, people have arrived."

Arrived?

Many people are suspicious and more dissatisfied.

Feng Tao was so angry that he murmured and said: "I depend on! Who the hell, I waited for a long time, and the figure was not seen."

But he did not dare to say anything in front of his dad, so he was sulking and followed Feng Ruixiang into the hotel.

After receiving the call, Feng Ruixiang took his son and hurried to a box.

The moment he opened the door, Feng Tao saw the two people standing inside, his eyes falling on Chen Ping.

I rely on!

Who the **** is this, so cocky, is it a big investor today?

No, my dad wouldn’t be so confused.

Where is this like a rich man, this looks like a migrant worker on the street.

Feng Tao couldn't help but sneered twice, even more dissatisfied in his heart.

Because of this guy, he can't go to jump.

The moment Feng Ruixiang entered the door, he stretched out his hands straight and smiled toward Qiao Fugui who was on crutches.

"Dong Qiao, you are finally here."

Qiao Fugui nodded with a smile, held out a hand, and waited for the other party to hold it.

At this time, Feng Ruixiang's eyes naturally fell on the young man beside Qiao Fugui: "This is this?"

"This is my young master, Chen Shao, and this time's investor." Qiao Fugui introduced with a smile on his face.

Less... Master?

Master Qiao Fugui Qiao Dong!

Feng Ruixiang is anyway a chairman worth 3 billion yuan, and is also a well-known figure in Shangjiang City.

Although it is not comparable to Qiao Fugui, the richest man in Shangjiang City worth tens of billions, he has seen the world.

It is said that Qiao Fugui is a steward from a hidden giant, and that family owns most of the world's property.

Such a young master of the family, is it not a terrifying existence!

Must be treated with caution.

Thinking of this level, Feng Ruixiang even more sincerely reached out: "The despise Feng Ruixiang, with a clumsy eye, failed to recognize Chen Shao, but also hoped that Chen Shaohai Han."

Chen Ping just nodded slightly, shook his hand, and then said: "Feng Dong, I will have something to do in a moment, so I will make a long story short, listening to Lao Qiao, your company needs financing, how much, you say a few."

Feng Ruixiang glanced at Qiao Fugui, and found that the other party has been closing his eyes slightly to calm down, and then he respectfully said: "Chen Shao, our company is currently preparing to open up the art market at home and abroad, and now the sales in the United States and Italy channels are particularly good, budget Down, it needs one billion yuan of financing. You can rest assured that we will give 25% of the equity, and there will be a dividend at the end of the year.

One billion, that's not a small amount.

Even Feng Ruixiang himself, with a net worth of 3 billion yuan, dare not easily invest 1 billion yuan in investment.

"One billion..." Chen Ping murmured, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

This made Feng Ruixiang feel very uneasy in his heart. It was a billion dollars in financing at the beginning, which was indeed too much.

The entire Shangjiang City, except for Shengding Group's strength, is estimated to be unable to find a second person.

Then, the next sentence made Feng Ruixiang shocked for a long time.

Even the insignificant Feng Tao was dumbfounded upon entering the door!

"I invested 2 billion, but I need a 40% stake." Chen Ping smiled, as if it was just a number.

Two billion?

Not dreaming!

Feng Ruixiang only felt that he was taken care of by the Goddess of Luck at this moment, which was so unexpected!

The assets of his own company are only more than 3 billion yuan, and the other party immediately raised 2 billion yuan in financing!

terror! so horrible!

Is this the wealth of the hidden giants?

Feng Ruixiang is still acceptable with a 40% stake.

"Chen Shao, are you sure you want to invest two billion yuan?" Feng Ruixiang's excited words were unfavorable, but he quickly calmed down and asked.

"Is it too little? It's not enough for me to add more." Chen Ping said lightly.

Also... to add? !

Feng Ruixiang couldn't stand being shocked, and said busyly: "It won't stop, two billion is enough."

It must be enough.

With these two billion yuan, Feng Ruixiang has full confidence to win the American and Italian markets.

At that time, your own company can fully enter the 10 billion enterprise!

After all, Feng Ruixiang hurriedly let the secretary come in, still holding a delicate long box in his hand.

He took a scroll from the box and unfolded it with a smile: "Chen Shao, this painting is the real story of Tang Bohu. I have collected it for many years, and today it is a part of my heart, and I am honored to you."

As a famous collector in China, the paintings sent by Feng Ruixiang are naturally true!

On the market, Tang Bohu's authentic products are all priced at millions or even tens of millions.

However, for Feng Ruixiang, this painting is worthless than Chen Shao's investment.

Chen Ping only glanced and nodded, "Thank you Feng Dong."

Having said that, he casually sandwiched Tang Bohu's true story in a creak, and Qiao Fugui left the box one after the other.

Just out of the box, Chen Ping met a middle-aged man in a suit and came over with a smile on his face.

"Chen Shao, please stay. I am the owner of Juxian Pavilion, Ma Jinwen."

Both Chen Ping and Qiao Fugui stopped, looking at the middle-aged man in doubt.

Ma Jinwen was shocked when he saw Qiao Fugui behind Chen Ping!

really!

Feng Ruixiang Feng Dong was right, and the young man who could accompany the richest man in Shangjiang was naturally extraordinary.

"Chen Shao, Qiao Dong, I don't know if the two of you have come here. You are far away. This is the Platinum VIP membership card of Juxian Pavilion. If Chen Shao doesn't dislike it, please accept it." Ma Jinwen said.

He made up his mind to make Chen Ping tonight.

Chen Ping glanced lightly at Ma Jinwen, took the platinum VIP membership card, and said casually: "Thank you."

Then he stepped up and left.

The rest of the matter, let the old Joe solve it.

Qiao Fugui waited for the meeting and said to Ma Jinwen: "Boss Ma, my young master doesn't like Zhang Yang, and someone will ask..."

"Understand, understand! Qiao Dong, you can rest assured that no one will know Chen Shao's identity except me," Ma Jinwen immediately assured.

Looking back at Chen Ping, he did not choose to ride Qiao Fugui Bentley, but he went out of Juxian Pavilion and prepared to sweep a bicycle.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he accidentally bumped into Jiang Wan!

Oops, I met Jiang Wan here, how to explain?

"Chen Ping, why are you here?" Jiang Wanzheng appeared at the gate of Juxian Pavilion with a group of men and women in bright clothes.

She looked at Chen Ping in confusion, and the latter explained, frightened: "I'm here to deliver food."

Takeaway?

To the hotel?

Jiang Wanliu frowned slightly, his expression cold.

She was now angry when she saw Chen Ping's weak promise. Even more nervous, she was afraid that her colleague would see Chen Ping.

However, at this time, a discordant male voice sounded.

"Vice President Jiang, this is your husband who delivers food. I think it's quite general. Sure enough, it's the material for soft rice."