Brilliant Years 1991

Chapter 71 I’m finally going to get the money!
"Uh... Mr. Kun, don't ask me to quote the price. You should make the offer. Is it still 1800 yuan per piece?"

It is easiest to do business with obvious signs, especially when you are riding on the general trend.

When the call was made, Jin Zhiqiang on the other end was indeed excited. Obviously, he had received the news of the internal meeting earlier than Wang Tingfang. He might be discussing with people around him how to get the most benefits next time. "If it's still this offer, isn't it a bit high?"

"To be honest with you, Mr. Jin, if I want to leave, I will definitely not just ask you, Mr. Jin, but also Mr. Su, Mr. Ming... and many other friends. As long as they are capable, I will ask them all. So, just give me the price! Let's not bargain for anything. This is a one-time deal!"

Cao Yukun laughed and said, "You can think about it carefully and give me a quote before 12 o'clock tomorrow morning... The highest bidder wins!"

"Don't... don't hang up! President Kun..."

On the other end of the phone, Jin Zhiqiang suddenly became nervous. "We've known each other for a while. Excuse me for asking, why do you want to sell it suddenly? Is the market bad?"

"I've made enough money! Make way for big funds like yours!"

These words were so frank that Jin Zhiqiang was speechless for a while.

After more than ten seconds, he asked, "Is this the first call to me?"

"Yes."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said directly: "You quote the price!"

"As long as it's not too outrageous, really, Mr. Kun, since you are so frank, I won't be polite with you. I want your batch of subscription certificates! You make an offer!"

Cao Yukun laughed and pondered for a moment, "60 million!"

"If you bid 60 million, these subscription certificates will be yours. Even if others offer a higher price... No, no one else will have the chance to bid!"

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated, and there was another silence of more than ten seconds. Then he said, "Okay!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed, "I really didn't expect that you would choose to take action at this time... It's unexpected, Mr. Kun! When did you receive the news?"

Cao Yukun also laughed, "Last month."

"last month?"

"I said I knew it years ago, do you believe me?"

"Uh...hahahaha, alright, alright! So...are you really planning to make a move? Are you just going to give up on this next wave of market trends?"

"I told you, I've made enough money!"

"Okay, I understand. Give me three days, no, two days. I need two days to prepare the money."

"can."

"The day after tomorrow, at 10 a.m., will you come to my company?"

"can."

"See you the day after tomorrow."

"See you the day after tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Yukun put down the mobile phone, walked to the window of the living room on the third floor, remained silent, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took deep puffs, looking at the small garden outside the window in the night.

He had been planning and planning since before the New Year, and during that time he was entangled, confused, and struggling, but in the end he managed to hold on to this business with his last breath. He accumulated strength, accumulated strength, and accumulated strength again. He moved carefully and put on various gestures... However, when it really came to the end, it was just that simple!
As long as the trend comes, it’s actually just a phone call.

"call……"

He exhaled a long puff of smoke.

He finally began to laugh slowly, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

Suddenly at some point, "Fuck!", he cursed at the window!
Sixty million...fuck!

At this time, if I don’t do something or make some noise, it seems that it is not enough to express my inner excitement, not enough to vent the depression I have felt in the past few months - Shit! I am finally going to get the money!

He put out his cigarette and went downstairs. A group of people were still watching TV series downstairs, including Du Xuehong. Cao Yukun called out to them, "Jiapeng, let's go, drive!"

Huang Jiapeng was staring at the TV with a silly smile the previous second, but when he heard that, he jumped up and said, "Hey!"

Huang Jiaying had been looking at Cao Yukun since he came downstairs. She quickly stood up and asked, "Why are you going out so late? It's past eight o'clock. Where are you going? Are you going to drink?" Cao Yukun waved his hand and said, "Strolling around!"

He greeted Huang Jiapeng and left. It was not until he got in the car that he said, "Let's go for a walk by the river!"

Huang Jiapeng agreed at first, but soon came to his senses and asked, "What? Are you going to jump into the river?"

Cao Yukun was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and slapped him on the back, "You're the one jumping into the river! I'm just about to get rich, why would I jump into the river? Drive!"

Only then did he chuckle and started the car.

In mid-April, the banks of the Huangpu River were filled with spring breeze and crowded with tourists during the day. However, when the car parked nearby, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. Nowadays, everyone is used to going to bed early and getting up early. Even in Shanghai, the nightlife is not rich for most people. So at this time, there were not many people walking along the river.

Compared with the hustle and bustle thirty years later, it is far from it.

However, when you look back, you can at least see the lights of thousands of homes behind you, and the lights and shadows of several tall buildings that have been erected in the Magic City at this time of year. But when you stand by the river and look to the other side, you can only see darkness.

In fact, Cao Yukun has read a lot of newspapers recently and knows that the Pudong development has been going on for almost two years.

When I had some free time a few days ago, I drove over there and saw that funds are slowly flowing in, and many projects have either been planned or are under construction.

But it’s not possible now, it’s still too early for it to truly prosper.

After walking along the river for a while, Cao Yukun suddenly turned to face the Huangpu River, clasped his hands, and with great effort, he shouted loudly, "Ah..."

Huang Jiapeng looked at him in surprise, a cigarette in his mouth.

He didn't know how long he kept shouting, until he felt he was going to suffocate if he didn't breathe. Cao Yukun finally stopped, but then he started laughing again.

Huang Jiapeng was confused from beginning to end.

Finally, as if he had vented all his emotions, Cao Yukun took another step forward.

So he hurried to catch up, as if he was really afraid that Cao Yukun would jump into the river - in fact, everyone could feel it, and he, as Cao Yukun's best friend and personal driver, felt it more obviously. In the past half month, Cao Yukun was obviously more anxious than before. Don't look at him looking so glorious on the surface, with every day he is either at this drinking party or that drinking party, eating and drinking carefree, but it can be felt that he is under a lot of pressure.

"Old Huang, what are your goals in life?"

"Goal? I...I also want to move out of my home like my sister. I don't want to be scolded by my mom anymore!"

"Well, that's a good goal!... When I finish this job and return to our county, what do you want to do?"

"Me? I'm not doing anything. I don't want to do anything. I'm driving for you! Didn't you say a few days ago that you would buy me a nice car in the future?"

Cao Yukun laughed, "I mean buy a more expensive car!"

"It's still the same!"

"You can't keep driving for me! Don't you have anything you want to do?"

"Why can't I just keep driving? It's so glorious! Oh, you mean I'm old... Then, I must get married and find a wife. My wife will give me children, and when I'm old, my children will grow up!"

"Makes sense!"

Cao Yukun stopped talking, took out a cigarette and lit it, then turned around and looked at the dark surface of the Huangpu River in front of him again. For a moment, he suddenly thought of Huang Jiaying, Li Xuegen, Hu Chengqun, Du Xuehong, and somehow also thought of Song Yuhuai, whom he had just met yesterday...

Thinking of Jin Zhiqiang, thinking of Sun Amin...

Oh, by the way, ever since the last time we met, took photos, and left behind the legend of the so-called Four Young Masters of Shanghai, I haven’t seen Mr. Su Jianshan for a long time. At that time, we said we wanted to have a private chat.

She's nowhere to be found. I wonder if she had a falling out with Jin Zhiqiang.

And...Wang Tingfang.

And in the evening, her eyes were full of sadness and disappointment!

Well, it's okay, there are ways to make up for it.

He threw away the cigarette, stomped it out, patted Huang Jiapeng, and said, "Let's go! Go home!"

(End of this chapter)