Chapter 391： : private service

"Lihui, tell Dad, Mr. Tang, do you want to set up a bank?"

Wu Changsong grasped the point, his eyes were shining brightly, his left hand supported the table, he turned his body slightly so that his back was facing Zhang Xiyuan, and said softly.

Of course, Wu Lihui understood what his father was thinking, and he was his own son anyway, so he said in a low voice, "Sir, I did ask Jack and I to draft a plan for establishing a bank, but Dad, I can't say much about it now. , I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult for you to participate in this business, as far as I know, it seems that the Boston consortium will also have shares in it, it’s too big, you can’t handle it.”

"Are your father and I so unbearable?" Wu Changsong felt embarrassed by his son's blunt words, and suppressed his smile resentfully. He also knew that Tang Dao really looked down on him with his wealth, but he couldn't help Curious, "Where is he going to drive?"

"Maybe in South Africa, maybe in Korea."

"Gorea?" Wu Lihui thought of that Bangzi, who is known as the largest country in the universe, and he has been to that place himself. In recent years, it has developed well, the four Asian tigers, but his eyes always feel that the other party's development is limited, after all The population is too small, the land is too small, and the sustainable development ability is not strong. Wu Lihui originally wanted to do some business in Korea, but he couldn't get in.

That place is Samsung territory.

There has always been a saying in Korea that birth, death and three stars are inevitable for Koreans.

Want to do banking there...

Isn't that the equivalent of being Superman in Mexico?

But of course, Wu Lihui wouldn't ask so many questions, so he just responded casually, "I'll discuss it with your Uncle Zhang." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Old Wu, what's the matter?" Zhang Xiyuan poked his head outside and came in and asked.

Wu Lihui repeated the conversation just now, "We only have less than half a million dollars left in our company account."

They almost emptied their old bottom. The exclusive sales right allowed them to sell their houses, cars and assets. Zhang Xiyuan's family members even had a big conflict with him, thinking that he was crazy. okay?

These properties are enough for their family to be rich, with millions of dollars and tens of millions of RMB.

But Zhang Xiyuan said, "I'm not old yet." Regardless of opposition, he sold the company!

The impulsiveness that others see is the stimulation that he actually wants more.

Zhang Xiyuan gritted his teeth, "Another three million loans!"

"His interest rate is too high." Wu Lihui said with a frown.

"We have no other way, we can only build up the pillar industry of basalt as soon as possible, or we will all starve to death."

Sure enough, a lunatic.

But people who can cooperate with madmen are also extreme.

Wu Lihui only hesitated for a while, then nodded in agreement.

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"I'm going to Goryeo."

Tang Dao was wearing sportswear and a baseball cap, took a sip of a sports drink in his hand, and said to General Hassan who was also dressed beside him.

They made an appointment to play golf together. Of course, Mogadishu did not. The previous gymnasiums were bombed during the civil war. Only a small golf course was painted inside the Savior Company.

That counts as entertainment, too.

"So anxious?"

Hassan, with a beard all over his face, turned his head to look at Tang Dao with surprise in his tone. Of course he knew what the other party was going to do. There was already a short meeting before. Tang Dao, Gibbs and Hassan three , intending to smuggle the consignment, which had been airlifted from France to Somalia, using an official Somali trading vessel.

The recipient is Gibbs.

There is no way to kick him out of this business. As for Hassan... More interests are bound to ensure the survival of the savior in Somalia. I hope he is smart, otherwise, Tang Dao's energy on him will be wasted.

War and violence are just one way, but Tang Dao enjoys peace.

"I want to see the market in Korea." Tang Dao said with a smile. It is true that such a batch of goods does not need him to do it himself, but he wants to see who the purchaser is and whether there is any cooperation in it The entry point, the French group didn't know what was going on, and directly rejected his request to meet, and said that Gibbs was their only agent.

What the hell!

Is this old black man with such a hard background?

Although Gibbs didn't show anything during the meeting, Tang Dao was still full of curiosity because he was as steady as an old dog.

"Korea is not safe, bring more people." Hassan said.

"What's wrong? Did something happen in Goryeo?" Tang Dao didn't expect the other party to say, is there a more dangerous place than Somalia? Maybe there will be in the future, those green lands are also very chaotic, and all kinds of monsters and monsters will go there.

Hassan shook his head, "I don't know, isn't this what you Chinese like to say most? Bring more people."

Tang Dao was full of question marks, but he looked at the other party and laughed.

"Thank you, General, for your concern. I will bring some people there, and then I will trouble you to help take care of my property here."

"You're too polite, hahaha."

Hassan hooked Tang Dao's shoulder, raised his chin slightly, "Come on, give me another one?"

"Of course, I'd love to."

Tang Dao accepted the challenge with a smile. Just as he was about to go over, he saw brother Ma running over, "Boss, call."

"Who?"

"Mr. Charlie."

Tang Dao nodded slightly, and said embarrassedly to General Hassan, "Please wait a moment, General." The latter shrugged his shoulders to express his indifference, walked towards the parasol next to him, and picked up the chilled red wine.

"Well, good afternoon, Charlie, my old chap."

"Good afternoon, Nicholas." Charlie said in a muffled voice, as if there was something unhappy in his heart, and he didn't hide it, so he said directly, "I heard that you are going to set up a bank and plan to invite people from the Boston Consortium." Those people join together?"

I didn't expect him to get the news so quickly.

"Yes, there is such a plan."

"My God! God, why didn't you tell me? Don't you think I can't participate?" Charlie said this very strangely, why did he inform you? But he is completely shameless. Tang Dao's ability to absorb money is too strong, especially the investment company established by the two parties. The several plans he named have very considerable returns, including a few stocks...

So when he heard that Tang Dao was going to set up a bank, he thought it must be a good way to make money.

"Uh, UU Kanshu man, this may not necessarily make money. Besides, what I want to do is not a public bank, but a private bank."

According to the service classification of the western banking industry, the first category is public banks, which do not limit the size of customer assets; the second category is VIP banks, with customer assets above US$100,000; the third category is private banks, which require customer assets to be at least US$1 million The above; the fourth category is family inheritance studios, which require clients to have assets of more than 80 million US dollars.

The last fourth category is almost existential and legendary.

That level is not something that the current Tang Dao can enter. What is more needed in family inheritance work is the background, not the upstart. Of course, if you have money, your temperament will also come up. All temperament is related to money and money. substance linked.

How can anyone regard money as dung?

That's because the **** really can't make money.

What Tang Dao wants to do is the third category, private banking, which is more similar to butler service.

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