Reborn as the richest man in India

An hour later, Qiao Ge left Gao Haga's residence, returned to the company, called Ketu, took a taxi and rushed to the suburban warehouse.

Qiaogo was excited as he watched the large trucks filled with cotton drive into the factory. These were all his wealth.

"Qiao Ge, the one hundred thousand bales of cotton haven't moved yet." Lahu suddenly walked up to Qiao Ge and reminded him.

"Is there going to be a problem?" Gao Misha asked a little worried.

They now also know who the owner of the one hundred thousand bales of cotton is. Wydar Pandit is a big shot.

If he delays the shipment, what can Qiaogo do?

"Don't worry, if you don't come today, you will come tomorrow. Two uncles, do you have enough people? If not, you can help me recruit another group." Qiao Ge said.

"We have a lot of manpower, but the people over there are working hard, so there is no need to recruit more." Lahu said in a lowered voice and said, "Qiao Ge, you have to be careful about safety."

"Yes, there is so much cotton stored here, and there will be more in two days, but nothing can go wrong." Gao Misha also said a little worried.

They had never had such experience before. 200,000 packages were piled here. Even if they watched them while eating and sleeping, they still felt uneasy.

"Don't worry about this." Qiao Ge laughed and said, "Of course, I will ask Ketu to recruit some people to guard the warehouse."

Of course Qiaogo takes safety issues seriously.

But judging from the current situation, he felt that Pandit and the others would not do anything to his cotton, such as setting fire to it.

You know, Gao Haga and the others almost regard these cottons as their own. Qiao Ge doesn't believe that they are doing nothing. They probably sent people to keep an eye on them nearby.

When he came over, Qiao Ge had already asked Ketu if there was anyone suspicious around him.

Ketu didn't say why, but he mentioned that there were some strangers around.

If it were in the past, it wouldn't be too unexpected for a stranger to appear.

Because there are many factories here, people come and go, and it is normal to see strangers.

But now many factories here have been moved, attracted by the preferential policies of Pune and other inland cities, so the flow of people is not that big.

If some strangers really showed up, it would be a bit conspicuous.

Qiao Ge was certain that most of those people were sent by Gao Ha and the others.

Before his plan to transport cotton to West Bengal was exposed, I believe Gauhag and the others would still watch over the warehouse here for him.

It can be described as double insurance.

On the morning of January 21, Qiao Ge did not go to the company, but went to the city hall to see Fajia.

He first found Bosh. It was not so easy to see Fajia directly. He was not qualified yet. Although he had made an agreement with Fajia yesterday, he still needed to report.

When he was led by a staff member to the door of Bosh's office, he heard a fierce argument coming from inside.

One of them is naturally Bosh. As for the other one, Qiaogo has never heard of it.

Both of them were speaking English, and of course Qiaogo understood it.

The staff did not expect to encounter this scene and could only ask Qiaogo to wait outside. He had to wait until the argument inside subsided before he dared to go in and report to Bosh.

Qiao Ge expressed his understanding, walked away a few steps, and sat down on a chair nearby.

The soundproofing of the office was not very good, and the voices of Bosh and Bosh were quite loud, so Qiaogo could hear clearly.

"Foreigner." Qiao Ge listened for a while and smiled secretly.

He could tell that Bosh was comforting a Frenchman.

Within a few minutes, Bosh smiled and sent the somewhat excited Frenchman out of the office.

"Mr. Maupassant, don't worry, this matter will be solved for you immediately. Thakar, send Mr. Maupassant away." Bosh shouted.

Thakar immediately came over and left with Mr. Maupassant, a somewhat abusive Frenchman.

"Your Excellency, Director, who is the foreigner?" Qiao Ge asked.

"Oh, this guy is unlucky." Bosh sighed, "But I am also unlucky, why am I getting entangled with this guy?"

From Bosh's explanation, Qiaogo understood what was going on.

Before the Suez Canal was blocked, the Frenchman Maureen Maupassant transported several garment assembly lines to Mumbai and prepared to sell them to a local garment factory.

Unexpectedly, the clothing factory ran into operational problems and was unable to pay for the goods. This resulted in his machines being stranded at the port and unable to find a buyer for a while.

Therefore, Maupassant came to the city hall every now and then, hoping that the Bombay government would help coordinate.

The relationship between India and France has always been good, so for Maupassant, a foreigner, Bosh always greeted him with a smile and patiently comforted him. However, after almost two months, Maupassant became more and more impatient.

The clothing factory has gone bankrupt and has entered the liquidation stage. What can Bosh do?

There is no way the factory can pay.

Qiao Ge secretly thought that Maupassant and the clothing factory were unlucky.

Since the garment factory had done well in the past few years and made a lot of money, the boss became ambitious to expand his business and borrowed a lot of money from banks and private individuals to purchase land, build a new factory, and purchase new machinery.

As soon as the factory was built, a big order came in, for hundreds of thousands of pairs of jeans. But when their pants were almost completed, the foreign businessman who placed the order went bankrupt.

This made the garment factory dumbfounded. In order to win the big order, the deposit was only 20%. The denim fabric was imported from abroad, and the garment factory paid the money itself.

It was difficult to find big foreign buyers for pants for a while.

If it is other clothing, it can also be sold domestically at low prices.

But this batch of jeans is in European and American large sizes, which are too big for Indians.

Moreover, India’s current attitude towards jeans is relatively complicated, and not everyone can accept jeans.

The garment factory expanded too fast in the early stage, borrowed too much, and was already strapped for funds. Now something unexpected happened, and the pants could not be cashed in for a while. The capital chain was broken, and the factory went bankrupt.

It’s really a chain of links, and no one in the chain can escape.

"Qiaogo, don't you have idle funds? Do you want to acquire a clothing factory?" Bosh suddenly said.

"Director, don't be ridiculous, I don't understand the clothing industry." Qiao Ge was stunned for a moment and said, "Besides, that factory is estimated to cost more than 20 million now, and I can't afford it."

make clothes?

The money doesn't seem to come quickly, so Qiao Ge naturally doesn't want to think about it, mainly because he is not familiar with it.

Bosh laughed, that's what he said.

Bosh knew what Qiaogo was doing today, so he told him that Fajia hadn't gone to work yet and needed to wait a little longer.

So he asked the people below to make a cup of tea for Qiao Ge, and the two chatted for a while.

"So, your Excellency the Administrator was very happy yesterday?" Qiao Ge asked with a smile.

"Isn't this obvious?" Bosh put the Maupassant matter behind him and put it off as long as he could. He squinted and smiled, "We held a special press conference last night, and there will be news in today's newspapers soon. .”

Of course Qiao Ge knew that Fajia was in a good mood yesterday.

I just didn't expect that there was a press conference last night. I don't know if it has anything to do with Gopalan.

Because when I was chatting with Bosh just now, I mentioned Gopalan coming for an interview.

After a while, Thakar came in, holding several copies of today's latest newspapers.

He saw Qiao Ge sitting here, enjoying tea leisurely, while he was scolded by the French guy, and he felt irritated.

This kid is really getting more and more attention from the director.

He put down the newspaper and went out, out of sight.