Chapter 166 The 166th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 166 The 166th Day of Not Running Away...

Wen Chan bought over a million subscription certificates in one go.

Because of this recent trend, it's become very difficult for Tongmeng to advertise. Even newspapers, which used to be extremely stingy, are now shaking their heads in disapproval.

At this time, when Lin Qingfeng came to visit and mentioned the subscription certificate, he expressed some disagreement.

He was unaware that Wen Chan and the others had purchased over a million more subscription certificates. His main disagreement stemmed from their differing opinions on Fatty and his group investing their money in those subscription certificates.

The fat man mumbled, "It's only a few tens of thousands of yuan, nothing serious."

Lin Qingfeng said, "You can't say that. Tens of thousands of yuan is still money. Besides, those subscription certificates are probably going to go down the drain now. I advise you to find a way to get them back as soon as possible. If you're willing to invest in my company, I can guarantee that you'll make at least double your profits within six months."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dan became somewhat interested and asked, "What kind of business has Mr. Lin been doing lately?"

"Selling appliances," Lin Qingfeng said, his face flushed with excitement, his nose glistening with oil as he rubbed his hands together. "You don't know, the home appliance business is so good now. TVs and refrigerators, transported from other places to Beijing, can easily earn several hundred yuan per unit. It's like picking up money off the ground."

Lin Qingfeng's eyes lit up as he spoke.

Zhao Dan thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's great. But since your business is so profitable, are your partners willing to help us make money together?"

Lin Qingfeng laughed and said, "How could he not be willing? My partner is the most generous person in the world. He wouldn't fuss over such a trivial matter. His business makes at least eight figures a year."

"Eight figures? You can make that much money selling home appliances?" the fat man exclaimed, leaning back in his chair with his double chin resting on it. "If we had known this would happen, we would have just gone into this business. Sister Wen, aren't there many home appliances in the US that we don't have in China? We could just buy some patents, open a factory in China, and become rich overnight."

Fatty's words really gave Wen Chan some food for thought.

Wen Chan said, "You reminded me too late. If you had said so earlier, we would have stopped investing in Sister Zhao's clothing brand and invested in home appliances instead."

Lin Qingfeng smiled and said, "It's not too late now, sister-in-law. If you have any money on hand, why not invest it with me? I'll tell you one thing: if you make a profit, it's yours; if you lose, it's mine."

Wen Chan picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and said politely, "I'd like to too, but unfortunately I don't have any money on hand, so never mind."

"You have no money? That's impossible, isn't it?" Lin Qingfeng shook his head, disbelieving.

Wen Chan said, "I really don't have any money. I spent it all on subscription certificates. If you don't believe me, just ask Xiao Jiang later."

She spoke with such certainty that Lin Qingfeng couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

Lin Qingfeng came to see Chen Bozheng today, but when he found that Chen Bozheng was not there, and Wen Chan and the others could not persuade him, he left quickly.

The fat man wanted him to stay for dinner, but he kept shaking his head.

Zhao Dan looked at Wen Chan: "This young man isn't working at that auto repair shop anymore?"

Wen Chan didn't care much about these things, but the fat man knew everything and said directly, "Yeah, Fengzi is now working independently with his benefactor. Is this appliance business really that profitable?"

The fat man felt something was off, fearing that Lin Qingfeng had been deceived. But the fact that Lin Qingfeng had made money was true. Putting aside everything else, Lin Qingfeng was quite the showman today, wearing a diamond-encrusted Rolex on his wrist.

Wen Chan said, "I don't know, but I don't understand why he would try to get us to invest if he's already made money. If he really wanted to get us to invest, shouldn't he have taken us to see his company or warehouse?"

Expecting them to invest money in him with just a few words is asking too much.

This is different from borrowing money from Chen Bozheng before. Borrowing money means repaying it, that's only right. As for the investment, he said he would cover the losses if there were any, but if there were really losses, would he have the nerve to ask the other party to compensate him?

Zhao Dan said, "I think he's getting a little too smug, which isn't a good thing."

Zhao Dan glanced at the fat man. "We've been doing business for so many years, and we've seen plenty of people make money, but it's even more common for them to lose it all. What's worse is when they make money and then go on a spending spree, indulging in alcohol, women, and money—that's real trouble. Fatty, if you have the chance, remind your friend that even if you have money, you can't get too cocky or arrogant. Save your money and don't think that just because you made a lot of money today, you'll definitely be able to make as much money as you are now in the future. You never know."

The fat man nodded. "Sister Zhao, I'll remember what you said."

Whether it's Chen Bozheng or Wen Chan, they haven't spent much money since they started earning it. Wen Chan is willing to buy herself some decent clothes, but Chen Bozheng is really not particular. Even though he has money now, his clothes and appearance are still pretty much the same as before.

They usually frequent small restaurants, only going to more expensive ones when they're treating someone.

Wen Chan invited Zhao Dan to stay for dinner and discussed with her the possibility of continuing renovations at the two stores in Beijing and further figuring out the competition. They wanted to clarify the process now to avoid making mistakes later and also to recruit some staff in preparation.

Zhao Dan and his wife were initially a little uneasy, but seeing Wen Chan act as usual, they felt much more at ease.

The fat man tried to persuade Lin Qingfeng, but it was obviously to no avail.

Lin Qingfeng said something else, and when the fat man came back, he was sulking, looking like a fathead fish.

End of February.

The People's Times published a news article about a high-ranking official's speech during his southern tour. Those few golden sentences, which reaffirmed the commitment to reform and opening up, successfully quelled the underlying panic that had been lingering throughout the country for the past month.

Whether it's state-owned enterprises, individual businesses, or ordinary people, they can finally rest assured.

The monk's mother was cursing at home, saying that she had bought a lot of rice and they wouldn't be able to finish it all.

Wen Chan heard her cursing when she went to work, and she still heard her cursing when she came back from get off work. She couldn't help but admire her; Monk's mother really had energy.

She looked at Chen Bozheng and asked, "When do you think Auntie will stop scolding me?"

Chen Bozheng made a thoughtful expression, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "This matter will probably be discussed for a lifetime."

Wen Chan burst out laughing.

She thought about it and realized it was true.

The monk's mother bought a lot; the monk's room was piled high with rice, flour, grains, and cotton cloth. I heard that even the cotton cloth was prepared for his grandchildren.

The monk was rich, and he gave a lot of his earnings to his mother, so he's probably suffered a significant loss now.

"Damn it, something terrible has happened!"

Grandpa Wang rushed into the courtyard from outside, his voice booming, "They said the cloth ration coupons are going to be abolished, and we can buy cloth without coupons anymore!"

This is even worse news.

Wen Chan could almost see the monk's mother's expression of collapse.

As March arrived, the atmosphere in Beijing became more relaxed, and newspapers and television were filled with various advertisements again.

Beijing TV finally lowered its guard and agreed to discuss the live broadcast and advertising arrangements with Wen Chan and the others.

But their appetite is truly enormous; they're asking for a million dollars in advertising fees.

Before Wen Chan could speak, Zhao Dan said, "Director Sun, we need to go back and discuss this matter. One million is too high."

Director Sun, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, tilted his head and looked at them: "Is it high? Don't you know how much advertising fees the Spring Festival Gala charges? You two competitions will need advertising in the early, middle and late stages, and it will also be broadcast live. How many people will our TV station have to spare to help? Asking you for one million is only because of Lao He's face."

"This is no small amount after all."

Mr. Ye said awkwardly, and handed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket to Director Sun.

Director Sun pushed the drawer open and said, "I have so many cigarettes here, I can't even smoke them all. No need."

Wen Chan glanced at the drawer and saw that it contained a wide variety of cigarette brands, including American and Japanese cigarettes.

She didn't say anything, but after getting into the car, she asked Boss Ye and Zhao Dan, "Does Director Sun mean he wants money?"

Boss Ye wasn't ignorant. He rubbed his teeth and said with a toothache, "Then according to the rules, we should at least give him 200,000 as a tribute."

"That's too greedy," Zhao Dan couldn't help but say.

Boss Ye said, "What can we do? They're the leaders. They can decide who gets the advertising fees. If we don't pay them, this opportunity might go to someone else."

Wen Chan didn't say much; this kind of thing was unavoidable.

But after they took the money and went over, Director Sun changed his tune again: "Hey, if you hadn't come earlier, we would have already sold all our advertising slots!"

Mr. Ye was stunned for a moment, then became anxious: "Director Sun, you must be joking with us. We just came to discuss this yesterday."

Director Sun rolled his eyes without any politeness. "Who told you not to make a decision quickly? Let me tell you, I'm not lying to you. That advertising time was sold to a liquor company. They paid two million. They had less work to do and more money than you."

The liquor company has developed rapidly in recent years and is known for its wealth.

It's not surprising that they're willing to spend so much money on advertising.

After all, the cost of liquor is lower than the cost of clothing.

Boss Ye and Zhao Dan are now in a real bind.

The group returned to Wenchan Company looking rather dejected. As soon as they got back, they heard Wen Qunshu making strange noises in his office.

Wen Chan pushed open the door, and Wen Qunshu's scream was almost as loud as a whistle.

He was holding a microphone, speaking to someone, calling out after each sentence.

"What are you doing?" Wen Chan asked, puzzled.

He Lan ran over, her face flushed with excitement: "President Wen, great news! Didn't you buy a subscription certificate? Shanghai held a lottery today, and Brother Wen won a lot of lots. You must have won quite a few too!"

oh.

Shanghai stocks.

Wen Chan and Zhao Dan have been so busy lately that they've almost forgotten about this.

Wen Qunshu shouted to Wen Chan, "Boss, come quick! Sister Jiang is calling for you! You're really in luck this time!"

Wen Chan handed the bag to He Lan, walked over and took the phone. On the other end of the line, Jiang Zihan kept reporting good news. This was the first time Shanghai had held a lottery for car license plates, and no one knew how high the odds of winning would be. But even so, the winning rate of the small batch of subscription certificates purchased by Jiang Zihan and others was enough to deduce that Wen Chan's batch was definitely not low.

Wen Chan nodded a few times and said to Jiang Zihan, "Then I'll continue to leave it to you. Buy all the stocks that you won in the lottery; they're sure to go up later."