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He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "Besides the karst cave scenic area and the health product business, Shuke currently has no other stable sources of cash flow. The real estate project has only just started laying the foundation, and it will take at least two years to recoup the investment after completion. The new energy project—the one with BYD—requires a large investment. Both of these areas are very expensive, and without a stable source of income to support them, it will be very difficult if the cash flow gets strained."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, his right hand resting on his knee, his fingers slowly tapping. He hadn't really thought about the problem the other person was asking in a systematic way.

During this period, all my energy was focused on the contract with BYD, from negotiation to signing and subsequent production line planning, which occupied almost all my attention.

The risk that Ouyang Qian pointed out was precisely what he overlooked.

"So what's your plan?"

"There's one." Ouyang Qian turned a page on the tablet, her tone confident. "President Lin, take a look at this first."

This page contains a set of real photos of a large exhibition hall in the eastern suburbs of Hohai City.

Judging from the photos, the exhibition hall occupies a considerable area. The main building is a steel frame with a glass curtain wall, with a floor height of about ten meters. The interior space is open and unobstructed by columns.

There is a large parking lot outside that can accommodate hundreds of cars. The main gate of the exhibition hall in the photo is locked, and a rental notice with a landline number is pasted on the glass curtain wall.

"I visited this exhibition hall in person last week," Ouyang Qian said, pointing to the photos. "The building has a floor area of ​​about 12,000 square meters, a ceiling height of 12 meters, and can be divided into two floors. The power distribution and fire protection systems were updated three years ago, and the parking lot can accommodate 400 cars. It is located 500 meters south of the intersection of East Ring Road and Changjiang Avenue in the eastern suburbs, a five-minute drive from the highway entrance."

Who is the homeowner?

"Hehai City Investment Company. This place has been vacant since the new exhibition hall moved to the development zone, and they have a strong desire to lease it out. The rent is 2.2 million yuan per year, and the selling price needs to be negotiated separately. I estimate that if paid in full upfront, it can be reduced to 2 million yuan."

Lin Feng quickly did the math in his head. The six million for three years' rent, plus renovations, equipment, and business development, would bring the total investment to around nine million.

"To build the largest new energy vehicle sales center in Jiangbei Province." Ouyang Qian turned to the next page on her tablet, which showed a hand-drawn layout sketch with different colored pens marking the functions of each area.

Showroom area, test drive area, after-sales service area, financial insurance area, customer lounge...

"Currently, there is strong policy support for new energy vehicles, and consumers are increasingly accepting electric vehicles. However, the sales network for new energy vehicles in Hehai City and even the entire Jiangbei Province is very fragmented. Brands such as BYD, Tesla, NIO, XPeng, and Li Auto operate independently, scattered in different corners of the city, without forming a large-scale, centralized display and sales platform."

She paused for a moment to give Lin Feng time to process what she was saying, and then continued, "If we can take over this exhibition hall, focus on the sales of one or two brands, and then attract other brands to join us, we can create a one-stop automotive sales complex that integrates display, test drives, sales, after-sales service, and financial insurance—it's entirely possible to make it the largest new energy vehicle trading center on the north bank of the Yangtze River."

"Shuke himself has never sold a car," Lin Feng said, looking at her.

"I know," Ouyang Qian didn't shy away from the question. "But Shuke has the policy support qualifications for the new energy industry, so operating under our name will give us a policy advantage. As for the operations team, we can poach people. I've been surveying dealers of several new energy brands in Hohai these past few days, including BYD, XPeng, and GAC Aion, and they all reported that the current scattered locations are indeed not conducive to attracting customers. If there were large, centralized stores, their willingness to set up shop would be very high."

She flipped the tablet to the last page, which contained a rough estimate of return on investment.

The estimated figures for each item—investment, rent, renovation, staff, expected customer traffic, conversion rate, and payback period—are listed. Although these are not the final figures, the framework is already quite complete.

"How long do you estimate the payback period to be?" Lin Feng picked up the tablet and carefully looked at the table.

"Conservatively speaking, it will take a year and a half, and optimistically, less than a year," said Ouyang Qian. "But if the policy subsidies can be maintained, coupled with the brand's store opening rebates, the actual cycle may be even shorter. The biggest variable here is customer traffic, and the key to customer traffic is whether the major brands can be recruited all at once. If BYD, Tesla, and NIO can all move in at the same time, the effect will be different."

Lin Feng flipped the tablet back to the front and looked at the photos of the exhibition hall again. He looked at them for about two minutes, then stood up.

Where is that exhibition hall?

"Eastern suburbs, 500 meters south of the intersection of East Ring Road and Changjiang Avenue." Ouyang Qian also stood up. "It takes about 20 minutes to drive there."

"I'll go take a look now."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qian put the tablet back in the drawer, stood up, walked to her desk, picked up her car keys, and then took off her glasses and placed them on the table.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Lin, I'm going to change my clothes."

I walked to the hidden sliding door next to the bookshelf, opened it, and went inside. The door wasn't completely closed; there was a gap about the width of a hand.

The faint metallic sound of clothes hangers clattering came from the cubicle, followed by the sound of shirt buttons being undone one by one, and then the rustling sound of clothes slipping off.

Lin Feng walked to the window and continued to look at the skyline of the old city.

The glass curtain wall of the office building across the street was still reflecting the afternoon sunlight, the light a little softer than before. I heard a slight zipper zipper coming from the cubicle, followed by the rustling of fabric against skin.

I lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it.

About seven or eight minutes later, the sliding door was pushed open.

"Let's go, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng turned around, his gaze fixed on her.

She changed out of her dark gray shirt and black suit pants and put on a light blue spaghetti strap dress. There was no trace of bra straps above her collarbone; she was either wearing nipple covers or a strapless bra. In any case, her entire shoulder and collarbone area was cleanly exposed to the air.

The dress has a flat, strapless neckline that sits just above the chest, and the light blue fabric creates an extremely full curve.

Without the restraint of the shoulder straps, the fullness was even stronger than when I was wearing a shirt. With each step, my chest swayed gently, much more than before.

The skirt hem reached mid-calf, with a side slit that occasionally parted when she walked, revealing a small section of her thigh. She changed into a pair of flat, beige pointed-toe shoes, and wasn't wearing stockings, leaving her ankles bare.

Ouyang Qian let her hair down, her low ponytail falling loose over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, partially obscuring her collarbone.