Shuttle To Get Rich Since 1985

PS: The status will be changed in the last two days, and the investment needs to be accelerated.

In the facade room, Yu Hongjun, Zhang Hong and others were at the same table. They also had the same beef, roast chicken, and stir-fried vegetables. Cui Cui's mouth was full of oil.

Zhang Hong stood up, and Yu Hongjun said, "Leave them alone, let them make trouble on their own."

"Brother Ma, this is my brother, He Gui."

"Brother, this is the cultural person in our compound, and now he is the editor, Brother Ma." After eating for a while, Yang Hai began to introduce people.

"Brother Ma, it's done." He Gui stood up, touched Ma Dudu, and said four words directly.

Ma Dudu was a little startled, and Yang Hai immediately explained: "My brother is honest, but he is talented. Do you know about foreign women? Just my brother, I can't give a fart in three days."

"Do it." Ma Dudu was relieved.

"This brother Wang is also a man of culture, and all his novels have been reported." Then there is Crazy Wang, who has never rubbed sand in his eyes all his life.

"Brother Wang, do it." He Gui stood up and touched Crazy Wang.

Crazy Wang can only say one dry word, and Feng Pants is not qualified to sit at this table, he is just a follower.

"My brother is capable. Do you know how much I earn a month in this place?" After a lap, Yang Hai drank too much.

The rest of the people pricked up their ears, and Yang Hai took a sip of beer: "It's 15,000 a month, and I share 15,000 by myself. After paying 20% ​​of the tax, there's still 12,000. It's all made by my brother. This brother is straightforward and has nothing to say."

Crazy Wang is also envious. Crazy Wang opened a roast duck restaurant and it collapsed. Of course, with his personality and friends, he can't open a restaurant.

Ma Dudu also looked at He Gui with admiration. With just these few people, there is actually a net profit of 30,000 yuan a month?

"Brother Hai, don't talk about it, we are all poor."

"That's right, Brother He, tell me, is there any other way to get rich?"

He Gui put down his chopsticks and said, "It's dangerous to get rich."

Yang Hai slapped He Gui angrily: "We won't do anything that breaks the law."

"I earn too much, I'm afraid of being robbed." He Gui spat out a few words.

Crazy Wang also became interested, and this was the first time he heard such words, and asked, "How much money do you have, are you afraid of being robbed?"

"It's not a problem to make a few million a year." He Gui remained the same, saying a few words.

The people on the table were all quiet, a few million, and Ma Dudu also put down his chopsticks.

"For English training, it is not the poor who are able to go abroad and want to go abroad. The number of people who go abroad is multiplied by the number of trainees, and there is also the relationship between you." He Gui said a few words lightly.

The people around didn't understand, but Ma Dudu, a man of culture, knew how crazy it was to go abroad now.

Seeing Ma Dudu's thinking, Yang Hai asked, "Old Ma, are you doing something wrong?"

"Yes, there are, but who will teach them?"

"A foreign teacher please, the wool comes from the sheep." He Gui said a few words.

Crazy Wang slapped the table, stood up and toasted: "Xiao He, come on, do one."

He Gui didn't say anything, just touched it, and the ton ton was done. Ma Dudu also stood up, and then ton ton again.

Everyone at the main table was in no mood to drink, so they ate vegetables. (In 1980, there were training courses in Shanghai, such as Qianjinlu amateur courses. TOEFL was the first test in 1981.)

"Ahem. My brother's Yangma son, it is said that his parents are members of the consulate." Yang Hai knows the virtues of these people, and if he encounters something that makes money, he can't wait to eat it all by himself.

He Gui shook his head: "I won't participate."

"..." Yang Hai looked at He Gui suspiciously.

He Gui pointed to his brain: "I don't want to participate."

Yang Hai shrugged his shoulders, since he didn't want to participate, forget it. Crazy Wang has a straightforward personality, and said: "Brother He, since you came up with an idea, I have to give you a share, otherwise it will appear that we people are not authentic."

"Hmm." Ma Dudu hummed.

Those who can come to join in the fun today are all engaged in business or other things, and those who are engaged in politics will not come. Here, the lunatic Madudu Wang is an educated person. Of course, the educated people of this generation need face, unlike the ones in later generations. That guy from Mi San not only plagiarized, but also a shit-stirring stick.

He Gui watched Yang Hai staring at him, so he nodded: "Okay, I will leave the foreign teacher to me. I have a company abroad."

leave!

Everyone at the table is quiet, foreign companies?

Yang Hai asked suspiciously: "Is it Kailinna?"

"Well, I designed some motorcycle parts and so on. Kailina helped me register the patent, and we are half of the company." After He Gui finished speaking, he ate a mouthful of beef, which tasted authentic.

Authentic beef cannot be boiled in water. After being marinated, it is steamed on high heat for ten hours. After it comes out, it is wrapped with a layer of spices while it is hot. After cooling, it is sliced.

Ma Dudu touched the chopsticks and put them down again: "The West has very strict requirements on patents, it depends on the value of the patents."

"I didn't ask about those things. This time, Kailina sent some documents." Of course, He Gui would not say the value. In fact, the motorcycle industry is still in a state of confusion. There are dozens of models with different appearances and others, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is cursing in their hearts, it is that **** who is so shameless.

After careful investigation, they could only pinch their noses to find loopholes, and then the major motorcycle companies sent lawyers' letters to Kailina's company, and at the same time began to test and manufacture engines according to the patent.

Sending the lawyer's letter is just for bargaining. He Gui is more conscientious. If he didn't copy the domestic one, he would have to eat the dividends of capitalism when he was reborn.

After eating a meal for several hours, when everyone else left, the people at the main table made an appointment and left one after another. Everyone wanted to go back and inquire about policies and other things.

In the embassy area not far away, Kailinna was anxiously waiting for a man and a woman.

"Baby, is this really written by a Chinese?" A woman in her forties put down her glasses and asked.

"Yes." Kailinna took out a piece of draft paper, which was filled with characters, and then wrote a lot of words around the characters.

The man and the woman looked at it, and the woman sighed, "Genius."

The man also nodded: "There are many interesting myths and legends in China. The Chinese believe that after death, people will continue to live in the underground world, and there is an underground government to manage them. I think the plot in the novel may be inspired by this. "

"So uncle, what do you mean..." Kailinna looked at the man excitedly.

"I'll give you a letter of recommendation, and you can go directly to the president of the Fine Arts Publishing House." The man replied straightforwardly.

Karina gave the two a hug, and then took out an investigation report: "Uncle, there is one more thing to trouble you."

After reading the investigation report, Kailina's uncle was stunned. Where am I, who am I, what is this report about, and when will our Lincoln family be involved in a monopoly... .