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Chapter 360 The Poor Uncle Has Only Five Suites Left

A corner of Dongyuan University, outside the door of No. 3 lecture hall, there are many pedestrians, and a huge banner hangs at the main entrance of the lecture hall, writing "Dongyuan University's first 'Science and Technology Innovation' Cup Entrepreneurship Competition".

This is an entrepreneurial plan jointly established by Dongyuan University and the "Technology Innovation Future" incubator, aiming to help outstanding students of Dongyuan University start campus businesses.

At the gate, many students were entering the arena with their student ID cards. Most of them did not intend to participate in the competition, but wanted to watch and learn.

At Dongwon University, as long as you want to see it, you can almost see all kinds of lectures, activities, 360 five days a year, and they are not the same.

In fact, compared with a few years ago, the current wave of entrepreneurship is not so enthusiastic. After all, the current economic downturn and the global economy are sluggish. Large companies and large groups have further controlled funds. It is not so easy to fly against the wind. .

But truly excellent ideas, or truly mature teams, are still the darlings of investors. After all, in this world, it is difficult to keep up with inflation if you put money in the bank.

In the lecture hall, Fu Zhongliang sat in the middle, surrounded by several core members of his investment team.

Next to it are dozens of investment managers or independent investors from various investment institutions.

Some were invited by Dongyuan University, some were invited by Kechuang Future, some were alumni of Dongyuan University, and some came here just because of their reputation.

At this moment, on the podium, a college student entrepreneur is holding his own PPT, and he is spitting.

In the audience, everyone was not very interested, especially Fu Zhongliang, who already felt a little bored.

In this era, it is no longer the time when an idea or a PPT can fool investors.

The reason why Fu Zhongliang took a fancy to Dongyuan University was actually because of Dongyuan University's background as a scientific research university. What he wanted was a team with technology and scientific research capabilities.

But up to now, most of the people standing on the stage still follow the previous Idea route.

This kind of start-up team without a moat and no exclusive core competitiveness often becomes popular for a year or two, and then the big group eats away their market. Others make wedding dresses.

After listening for a while, Fu Zhongliang got up and went to the bathroom.

Seeing that Fu Zhongliang was gone, the entrepreneurial college student above who was spitting and spitting suddenly lost his motivation, and began to perfunctory his motivation, and stepped down hastily after a few minutes.

In fact, most of the people who came to participate in the competition this time came for the cooperation between Kechuang Future and Dongyuan University.

As long as they pass this competition, Kechuang Future can provide free venues, as well as various other preferential and supporting conditions. This is actually the biggest expense for a start-up company.

After the college student entrepreneur stepped down, another boy who was a bit dark and strong came onto the stage.

The others, regardless of how the PPT was written, all wore suits that looked like they were working elites.

This boy is much more simple, a little nervous and dull.

The investors in the audience all looked over in wonder.

This person's temperament seems to be a bit out of tune with entrepreneurship, isn't it a good fit?

He opened his PPT, and the four characters "Qinchuan Musical Instrument" appeared on the big screen.

"Musical instruments?"

Is this planning to start a business?

This is also very rare, and industrial entrepreneurship is much more difficult than others.

And compared with other people's PPT, Qin Chuan's PPT is a bit too concise, and Qin Chuan standing on the stage is still a little nervous, and his speech is a bit stuttering.

Just when the investors in the audience were about to lose interest and were about to lower their heads to play with their mobile phones, Qin Chuan said: "Our initial development plan is to focus on retro musical instruments..."

The people in the audience immediately lost interest.

Vintage instruments?

Today's children all learn piano, drums, and guitars, but not many learn folk musical instruments, and retro musical instruments?
It's hype again, everything is retro in this era?
Half of the people lowered their heads to play with their phones.

"We have been authorized by the 'Gu Xiaobai Acoustic Center' to copy, improve, and sell various ancient musical instruments restored by the Baisheng Center team. The two parties share intellectual property rights and benefits, and jointly launch a new musical instrument brand 'Xiaobai' '..."

Having said that, the countless investors who had lowered their heads suddenly raised their heads and their eyes widened.

"what?"

Collaborate with Gu Xiaobai?

Sir, next time you are on stage, please stop talking so much, and just say, "I'm working with Xiaobai, so give me the money!"

Let's send the money up obediently, shall we?
Wait, Qin Chuan?Where did you hear this name?
Qin Chuan!This Qin Chuan is that Qin Chuan!
Gu Xiaobai's flute master!
It is said that Xiaobai's flute was made by him!
Most of the people present did not understand music or musical instruments.

But they know how much a person is worth, and they know how much the name Gu Xiaobai is worth.

Who makes the best money these days?

Fans!

Even if you don't sell anything, the fans are still crying and making noise, can you send the money up?

"Student Xiao Qin, why don't we chat later?" An investor didn't wait for him to finish his speech, and was about to cut off.

"Uh..." Qin Chuan looked at that person, and then at the PPT in front of him, not knowing whether to continue talking.

"Student Xiaoqin, our Boyi Investment specializes in various industrial investments..."

"Mr. Qin Chuan, we are the most experienced independent investment team in China..."

In the midst of the crowd's quarrel, a man suddenly said, "I'll vote you 500 million, without any conditions."

"Huh?" A group of investors suddenly turned their heads, wondering, how could someone play their cards so unreasonably?
With a "wow", all heads turned to the person standing at the door.

Wearing a security uniform, in his 40s, with a smile on his face and a kind look on his face.

Wait, a security guard?
"Uncle Qiang?" Qin Chuan knew Uncle Qiang. After all, he used to visit Gu Xiaobai's laboratory all day long, and Uncle Qiang often sat there.

Uncle Qiang was probably arranged to maintain order in the venue today.

But speaking of this, he should be called Qiang Dong. Not just anyone can arrange for him. He will come here, probably because he wants to come.

Probably because I was tired from sitting over there in the laboratory building.

"Don't look at them all looking very glamorous. In fact, I'm afraid I have to call the boss for a long time to invest hundreds of thousands." Uncle Qiang put his hands behind his back and smiled, "Besides, these investors are all black-hearted. Ruthless, you haven't developed yet, you want to intervene in management, and when you develop, they want to squeeze you away..."

As he said that, Uncle Qiang shook his head and said, "I'm just optimistic about you, young man. If you lose money, it will be regarded as a fire at my house and a house burned down. If you make money, you can give me dividends, or you don't want to." Dividends, you can return the money I invested, I will not say anything, just treat it as if I have misjudged the person..."

Qin Chuan was tongue-tied.

"Let's go, let's have a drink and chat." Uncle Qiang waved his hand to Qin Chuan with a smile and said.

Qin Chuan looked at the audience, then packed up his speech papers, turned around and ran away.

"Wait, did I miss something?" Fu Zhongliang washed his hands, slipped around again, and came back with a smile, and suddenly found that the silence in the hall was terrifying.

……

In the evening, when it was time to change shifts, Jiang Wei met Uncle Qiang in the locker room, and heard Uncle Qiang sigh: "Xiao Jiang...Your Uncle Qiang, I am poor again..."

Jiang Wei decided not to talk...

"I'm so poor that I only have five houses left..."

Jiang Wei cried.

Uncle Qiang, can you stop crying poor with me all the time!

(End of this chapter)