Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1157 Sorrow
Dugu Jian, also known as Dugu Gongzi, is in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, has a gentle face, and is a bit thin. He gives people a very gloomy feeling, and people can't help but associate him with a gentlemanly villain.
Dugu Jian is an extremely low-key person. People outside the circle don’t even know of his existence. He knows well the truth that one should be low-key.
There are more than a dozen companies under his name, and their titles are either cultural or advertising. The company names are usually very domineering, with many words such as strong, trend, vertical and horizontal, and looking down on the world. However, the registered capital of each company is often not high, mostly 500,000, and the lifespan of the company will not be too long, and it will be cancelled in as short as one year and as long as two to three years.
He lives on relationships. First comes business, then comes the company. Once a business is completed, the company's mission is immediately completed. In his words, there is no need to give benefits to employees. We don't make money from them. Anyone can do it.
This may sound painful, but it is the truth. Dugu Jian's company's business is very special, and employees really cannot play a big role.
Dugu Jian lives near the Lama Temple, and his company is also concentrated in the Lama Temple area. He usually does not go to the company, and his agent usually comes forward to do so. When he does not go out, he stays in the living room at home and listens to Tchaikovsky's "Pathetique".
After the call was connected, Xu Yunlei heard the symphony coming from the other end of the phone, as well as Dugu Jian's low, slightly suppressed voice, "Why did you call me?"
Xu Yunlei: "I don't want to call you either. I have something important to tell you."
Hearing this, Dugu Jian picked up the remote control on the sofa and pressed the mute button. "What's the matter?"
Xu Yunlei said succinctly: "Shuanglou Group Lou Fu's younger brother Lou Hua found a company in Hengdian and wanted to buy 45% of the company's shares for one yuan. The name of the company is Never Decrypted."
Dugu Jian recalled briefly, "I don't know about this."
"The boss of the company is Brother Nan."
Dugu Jian had something in mind, but he still confirmed: "Which Nan brother?"
"Nan Yi."
"Damn it." Dugu Jian couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Brother Nan asked me to tell you something. What do you want to do?"
Dugu Jian was silent for a long time before he said, "Yun Lei, please reply to Nan Yi. I will give him an explanation."
"Let's have a meal together when you have time. Don't stay at home hatching chicks all the time."
"good."
…
"Uncle Nan."
After finishing the call, Nan Yi went to the restroom. When he was washing his hands in front of the sink, a person came out from the women's restroom. When he saw him, he immediately called for help.
Nan Yi glanced at the mirror, shook his hands, picked up a wet towel from the table and wiped his hands. After wiping them clean, he put the towel down and looked at the person who came. "You came here by yourself?"
Zuo Mei stood quietly for a while . Seeing Nan Yi paying attention to her, she stepped forward, took Nan Yi's arm, and said with a smile: "Uncle Nan, I thought you were in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to me."
"Let go, have you washed your hands?"
" I didn't go to the bathroom."
"oh."
Nan Yi led his men out of the toilet and came to a secluded place. He pulled Zuo Mei's hand away and pressed her head against the wall. "School has already started. Tell me, why are you in Beijing?"
With her left cheek pressed against the wall, Zuo Mei said pitifully, "Uncle Nan, it hurts."
"Answer the question first."
"I'm here for an internship."
"Nonsense, who are you trying to fool? You're a rookie who hasn't even finished his senior year, who would dare to ask you to treat a disease?" Nan Yi poked Zuo Mei's forehead with his finger, "Tell me, why are you here?"
"Zuo Lan is back."
"Call me sister." Nan Yi poked her forehead again.
"We are twins, she is just a few minutes ahead of me."
"She's still your sister even if she was here a second earlier. It's your fault for not living up to expectations. Tell me, how come she came back?" Nan Yi said, releasing his hand that was pressing on Zuo Mei's forehead.
Zuo Mei straightened her messy hair and muttered, "Uncle Nan, I'm a girl."
"Well, there have been more than one girls who have ridden on my shoulders and peed."
When Zuo Lan and Zuo Mei were still young, whenever Nan Yi went to visit Zuo Can and Xu Xiaofang, he would carry one on each shoulder and take the sisters out for a walk. At least three times, the sisters welcomed him, Uncle Nan, with their hot urine.
Zuo Mei blushed and said shyly, "Uncle Nan, let's not talk about our childhood."
"Okay." Nan Yi nodded , "Let's talk about Zuo Lan."
"She came to Beijing to perform."
"It's just a performance, but you even lied to me about an internship. Zuo Lan is a good girl, she is qualified to make her debut."
Zuo Lan has been learning piano since elementary school. She has talent and interest, so she has persisted in her studies. She is now studying for a master's degree in piano at the Curtis Institute of Music.
"What? She was just brought here by her teacher." Zuo Mei said with a little disdain.
"Come on, keep your little conflict at home and don't show it in front of an outsider like me. Where is she? Is she here?"
"Tomorrow."
Nan Yi grabbed Zuo Mei's ear and said, "Tomorrow, you come to this place to eat, do you make money? You sneaked into Beijing and didn't call me. You have no manners at all. I will call your mother later. You are a rebel."
“It hurts… Stop hitting me, ah, it hurts…”
Nan Yi used a little force and Zuo Mei's ears turned red.
"It's ok if it hurts. Only when it hurts can you remember it." Nan Yi released his hand, rubbed it a few times, and patted Zuo Mei on the shoulder again, "Where do you live?"
Zuo Mei glanced at Nan Yi timidly and whispered, "International Trade."
"hiss!"
Nan Yi took a deep breath and almost couldn't help pulling Zuo Mei's ear again. He suppressed the anger rising in his abdomen and said softly, "Girl, business is not good now. Your mother has a hard time making money. She works hard all day and can only earn 60,000 or 70,000 yuan. You have to save money. Check out the room in Guomao tomorrow morning and move to Katyusha."
Katyusha, the economy hotel brand under Zhenbian, is a business plan that was perfectly executed based on the primary plan conceived by Nanyi many years ago. It is divided into two parts: self-operated and franchised.
Self-operated ones buy, build or rent buildings around universities across the country. Their main customer group is college couples, and they always have special offers for double-bed rooms with 95 or 85 square meters. Franchises are mainly located around bus stations and train stations. Franchisees provide the funds and venue for decoration, and Katyusha is responsible for decoration and operation. Alternatively, franchisees only provide the venue and the commission will be relatively lower.
Because of its positioning, Katyusha's profit margin is not low, but the profit is not very high. The average net profit of a store is only 300,000 or 400,000 yuan a year. It is still in the payback period and it will take at least five or six years to recover the cost.
However, the original intention of supporting the pillow brand and hoarding houses was well executed. After recovering the costs, the business will be operated for a few years, and then the products will be sold in packages or listed for cash. Hundreds of billions will be easy to make, and it will only take a few hundred.
"Uncle Nan, Katyusha's conditions..." Seeing Nan Yi frown, Zuo Mei immediately changed her words and said, "Yes, I will check out as soon as I get up tomorrow."
Nan Yi said earnestly, "A military doctor is also a soldier, and a soldier should act like a soldier. Your father is Zuo Can, the squad leader of the first squad of the sharp knife platoon of the first company of the division reconnaissance battalion. Even though he has a broken arm, his back is still straight. Bullets and shells couldn't bend him, and life didn't crush him. Don't let him bow down for you."
After saying that, Nan Yi turned around and left. At the end, a sentence was still floating in the air, "You and Zuo Lan will have dinner at my house tomorrow. You must come."
Looking at Nan Yi's back, Zuo Mei muttered, "My dad has been the director for a long time."
Zuo Can is still working as the director of his public toilets. The golden age of contracting public toilets has passed, and his income now is not as much as before. He is the director of five or six public toilets, and can barely afford to buy an apartment for his family in a year, and that's a small one at that.
Nan Yi returned to the private room and saw a woman wearing all branded clothes from head to toe. The total cost of the clothes should be no less than 150,000. He had not paid attention to the market of luxury goods for a long time and was a little unsure about the prices. If he had not accompanied Jiang Xuanyan to several stores before the New Year, he would have been out of touch with luxury goods.
Nan Yi, who returned to the private room, naturally attracted the attention of Niu He and the woman. When Niu He saw him, he immediately introduced him: "Nan Sheng, this is the editor-in-chief Meng Chumeng of "Yupi" magazine."
"Hello, Master Nan." Meng Chu opened his scarlet lips and said politely, "So Master Nan and Boss Niu are friends. What a coincidence."
Nan Yi sat back down at his seat, leaned forward and shook hands with Meng Chu, "Editor-in-Chief Meng, I've heard of you for a long time. It's true that hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person. People say that Editor-in-Chief Meng is a little pretty, but that rumor is not true. She's not a little pretty, she's clearly stunningly beautiful."
Nan Yi's words made Meng Chu tremble, and she chuckled, "Nan Ye is really good at joking. I'm not that pretty."
"I'm not kidding. I'm telling the truth. Editor-in-Chief Meng, you are just beautiful."
