Chapter 7

Soon, the Bentley came to Juxian Pavilion in Shangjiang City.

This is a famous restaurant in Shangjiang City, and those who can come here to eat are either rich or expensive.

Moreover, Juxian Pavilion requires a membership reservation.

Those who spend no more than one million a year are not eligible to become members of Juxian Pavilion.

At this time, at the entrance of Juxian Pavilion, there was a well-known entrepreneur in Shangjiang City.

Chairman of Guohua Trading Group, Feng Ruixiang.

Specializing in import and export business, and they are all works of art.

As the chairman of the company, Feng Ruixiang is even worth three billion!

He is also a well-known domestic collector!

In the domestic collection circle, it has a great reputation.

At this time, Feng Ruixiang, along with more than a dozen senior executives of the company, waited respectfully at the entrance of Juxian Pavilion.

This scene really shocked many people who came to eat.

Immediately bursts of exclamation erupted.

"Isn't that Feng Ruixiang, the chairman of Guohua Trading Group? Who is he waiting for? Such a grand occasion."

"It's rare to see a billionaire like Feng Ruixiang waiting respectfully at the gate of Juxian Pavilion."

"What important person is here? It definitely won't be from Shangjiang City. This is not a small matter."

Sitting in the Bentley, Chen Ping frowned when he saw a large group of well-dressed elites standing at the entrance of Juxian Pavilion, "Didn't you say you kept a low profile? Why did you make such a big show?"

Qiao Fugui smiled shyly and said, "Young master, perhaps Feng Dong wanted to surprise you."

"Surprise fart, I don't like it." Chen Ping said coldly: "Go to the parking lot and tell your friend to meet alone."

"Good young master." Qiao Fugui nodded.

The car drove directly to the parking garage.

In front of the gate of Juxian Pavilion, Feng Ruixiang stood upright all the time respectfully, silently waiting for today's big shot.

He had the cheek to beg his friends for help.

Standing beside him was his son, Feng Tao, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Dad, who are we waiting for? This air is too big, it's been twenty minutes."

Feng Ruixiang glared at Feng Tao sideways, and said in a low voice: "Be more honest, if you make a mistake when someone comes later, let me see how I will deal with you."

Feng Tao snorted bitterly, feeling even more dissatisfied.

He also invited several friends to play disco together.

It's all my father's fault, he had to drag me over, saying he was meeting a big investor.

So far, no one has been seen, but there has been a lot of ostentation.

It was also at this time that Feng Ruixiang received a call, then turned around heavily and said, "Okay, everyone, go in, everyone has arrived."

arrive?

Many people are suspicious, and more are dissatisfied.

Feng Tao was very angry now, and muttered and cursed: "Damn it! Who is it? I waited for a long time, but I didn't see anyone."

But he didn't dare to say anything in front of his father, so he could only sulk and follow Feng Ruixiang into the restaurant.

After Feng Ruixiang received the call, he took his son and hurried to a box.

The moment he opened the door, Feng Tao saw two people standing inside, and his eyes fell on Chen Ping.

I rely on!

Who the hell is this, such a dick, is he a big investor today?

No way, my father wouldn't be so confused.

This doesn't look like a rich man, it looks like a migrant worker on the street.

Feng Tao couldn't help sneering twice, feeling even more dissatisfied.

Because of this guy, I couldn't go to disco.

And the moment Feng Ruixiang entered the door, he directly stretched out his hands and walked towards Qiao Fugui who was leaning on crutches with a smile on his face.

"Qiao Dong, you are finally here."

Qiao Fugui nodded with a smile, stretched out a hand, and waited for the other party to shake it.

At this time, Feng Ruixiang's eyes naturally fell on the young man beside Qiao Fugui: "Who is this?"

"This is my young master, Young Master Chen, who is also the investor this time." Qiao Fugui introduced with a smile on his face.

Young...Master?

Qiao Fugui, Qiao Dong's young master!

After all, Feng Ruixiang is the chairman worth 3 billion, and he is also a well-known figure in Shangjiang City.

Although he can't compare to Qiao Fugui, the richest man in Shangjiang City who is worth tens of billions, he has seen the world anyway.

It is said that Qiao Fugui is the steward of a hidden wealthy family, and that family even controls more than half of the world's property.

The young master of such a family, isn't that a terrifying existence!

It must be treated with caution.

Thinking of this level, Feng Ruixiang stretched out his hand in trepidation and said: "My humble servant Feng Ruixiang, with poor eyesight, failed to recognize Young Master Chen, and hoped that Young Master Chen would be Han."

Chen Ping just nodded lightly, shook hands with him, and then said: "Feng Dong, I have something to do later, so I will make a long story short. I heard from Lao Qiao that your company needs financing. How much, you can tell me how much."

Feng Ruixiang glanced at Qiao Fugui, and found that the other party had been slightly closing his eyes to rest his mind. Then he said respectfully: "Young Master Chen, our company is currently planning to open up the art market at home and abroad. Now the sales channels in the United States and Italy are particularly good. Budget It will require a financing of one billion yuan. Don’t worry, we will give out 25% of the equity, and there will be dividends at the end of the year.”

One billion, that's not a small amount.

Even Feng Ruixiang himself, with a net worth of three billion, would not dare to invest one billion easily.

"One billion..." Chen Ping murmured, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

This made Feng Ruixiang very uneasy. The financing of one billion yuan was indeed a bit too much when he opened his mouth.

In the entire Shangjiang City, apart from Shengding Group with this strength, it is estimated that there is no other person to be found.

Then, the next sentence shocked Feng Ruixiang for a long time.

Even Feng Tao, who looked down on him as soon as he entered the door, was dumbfounded!

"I invested two billion, but I need 40% of the shares." Chen Ping laughed, as if he was just talking about a number.

Two billion?

It's not a dream!

Feng Ruixiang only felt that he was favored by the goddess of luck at this moment, what a surprise!

My company's assets are only more than 300 million yuan, and the other party took out 200 million yuan in financing at once!

fear! horrible!

Is this the financial power of the hidden giants?

A 40% stake is still acceptable to Feng Ruixiang.

"Young Master Chen, are you sure you want to invest 200 million?" Feng Ruixiang asked after calming down even though he was too excited to speak.

"Do you think it's too little? If it's not enough, I'll add more." Chen Ping said flatly.

Also... more? !

Feng Ruixiang was so shocked that he couldn't stand anymore, he hurriedly said: "No, no, no, two billion is enough."

It must be enough.

With this two billion, Feng Ruixiang has full confidence to win the US and Italian markets.

At that time, my company can completely enter the tens of billions of enterprises!

After all, Feng Ruixiang hurriedly let the secretary in, holding a delicate long box in his hand.

He took out a scroll from the box, unfolded it and said with a smile: "Young Master Chen, this painting is the authentic work of Tang Bohu. I have kept it for many years, and today it is my heart, and I honor it to you."

As a well-known domestic collector, the paintings sent by Feng Ruixiang are naturally true!

On the market, Tang Bohu's authentic works are priced at millions or even tens of millions.

However, to Feng Ruixiang, this painting is nothing compared to Chen Shao's investment.

Chen Ping only glanced at it, nodded and said, "Then thank you Feng Dong."

After finishing speaking, he casually sandwiched Tang Bohu's original work in the creaking nest, and left the box with Qiao Fugui one after the other.

As soon as he got out of the box, Chen Ping met a middle-aged man in a suit and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Young Master Chen, please stop. I am the boss of Juxian Pavilion, Ma Jinwen."

Both Chen Ping and Qiao Fugui stopped, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of them with some doubts.

Ma Jinwen was shocked when he saw Qiao Fugui behind Chen Ping!

really!

Feng Ruixiang and Feng Dong are right, a young man who can be accompanied by the richest man in Shangjiang City is naturally extraordinary.

"Young Master Chen, Qiao Dong, I don't know if the two of you are here, so I'm sorry to welcome you. This is the platinum VIP membership card of Juxian Pavilion. If Young Master Chen doesn't mind it, please accept it." Ma Jinwen said.

He made up his mind to make friends with Chen Ping tonight.

Chen Ping glanced at Ma Jinwen indifferently, took the platinum VIP membership card, and casually said, "Thank you."

Then, he walked away directly.

Let Old Joe take care of the rest.

Qiao Fugui waited for a while, and said to Ma Jinwen: "Boss Ma, my young master doesn't like publicity, if someone asks..."

"Understood, understood! Qiao Dong, don't worry, apart from me, no one else will know the identity of Young Master Chen." Ma Jinwen immediately assured.

Looking back at Chen Ping, he didn't choose to ride in Qiao Fugui's Bentley, but left Juxian Pavilion by himself, ready to sweep a bicycle.

As a result, just as he was leaving the house, he bumped into Jiang Wan by coincidence!

Too bad, I met Jiang Wan here, how should I explain it?

"Chen Ping, why are you here?" Jiang Wan was leading a group of well-dressed men and women to the door of Juxian Pavilion.

She looked at Chen Ping in confusion, and the latter hurriedly explained in fright: "I'm here to deliver food."

Delivery?

To the hotel?

Jiang Wanliu Yemei frowned slightly, with a cold expression.

Now she is angry when she sees Chen Ping's weak and weak appearance. What's more, she is afraid that her colleagues will see Chen Ping.

However, at this time, a discordant male voice sounded.

"Vice President Jiang, this is your husband who delivers food. I think it's quite ordinary. He really is a soft food."