Chapter 13 Leading Talents

Yin Zhaotang discovered that Grandpa Fat Cat seemed to have a generous personality and looked like a harmless fat guy, but in fact he was a very cunning and scheming person.

Seeing that he wanted to do something legitimate, he deliberately found an excuse to reject him.

It’s not that I can’t see that free magazines are profitable, but I feel that no matter how much money free magazines make, it is Yin Zhaotang’s business alone.

In order to keep Yin Zhaotang in the society and work for him, he would have to pay a fee to the society for any side business.

In this way, you can distinguish between priorities, big and small, and make more money.

Yin Zhaotang was naturally unhappy, but Fat Cat knew how to give others some leeway.

The Maybach worth more than half a million yuan was thrown away, which immediately revitalized Yin Zhaotang's funds for running the magazine and saved him one or two years of accumulating capital.

In the business world, time is money, especially for Yin Zhaotang. Every year earlier he makes his fortune, the more opportunities he can seize, and money will make money, and profit will make profit.

Five hundred thousand now is a big favor.

Yin Zhaotang weighed the pros and cons and couldn't get angry. He even admired Fat Cat's methods. It seemed that Jing Zhongyi was able to hold on to the Causeway Bay flag in the increasingly weakening situation. As the boss, Fat Cat made a great contribution!
"Thank you, Grandpa. I was able to get 500,000 yuan for 200,000 yuan. I, Atang, really did not choose the wrong sect in this life. I will manage the new place in Kowloon with all my heart and not let my fellow disciples laugh at me."

"When you make money, give it to Grandpa at 3% interest."

Three percent interest is equivalent to an annualized rate of 36%, which is already at the level of usury, but the advantage is that the period is relatively long, so there is enough time to make money.

Fat Cat raised his broad palm and signaled him to stop: "Don't talk about interest. The venue makes money. The first two years' share can be regarded as debt repayment. The subsequent club share will be included in the company's account."

"This 500,000 is my personal contribution. The company elders can't gossip about it. It doesn't matter if I lose money. I'll take my time."

Yin Zhaotang nodded slightly, raised his cup to offer tea, and said cheerfully: "Grandpa, let's use tea instead of wine. Drink it up!"

This condition is more favorable than you might think. Of course, if you borrow money from a big boss to start a business, don't think you don't have to pay it back. If you really lose all the money and your business hasn't taken off, you should be prepared to be chased for debt.

But as long as you can run your business well and keep your accounts nicely, no matter whether you can really make money or not, you can still pay it back slowly.

Because the big guys never invest in a stable, but in the young people in front of them. A company can go bankrupt, but if a person loses his value, he can only wait to die.

Yin Zhaotang asked Grandpa to borrow money because he saw that Jing Zhongyi wanted to tie him down, so he simply borrowed chickens to lay eggs and speed up the primitive accumulation. In the end, if he couldn't get rid of Jing Zhongyi, he could do both black and white and become a low-key underworld tycoon.

But forget it if Jing Zhongyi wants to use him as a turret!
He helped Jing Zhongyi develop, so it was only natural to use the Jing Zhongyi brand. The company had better contribute manpower and effort, otherwise they could just go their separate ways. Therefore, borrowing 200,000 Hong Kong dollars was an invitation for cooperation. Fat Cat was willing to pay 500,000, so now he could really try to cooperate with the company.

Fat Cat saw Yin Zhaotang put away the car keys and took all the money. His eyes were full of admiration for the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him: "Not bad, it seems you thought about how to answer before meeting me. It's good for people to know what they want."

"What were you thinking about when you were standing by the window with me watching the night view just now?" Zhuang Xiong, who was still standing by the table, raised his eyebrows unconsciously when he heard Uncle Mao's question. Grandpa hasn't asked anyone to watch the night view by the window together for many years.

The previous one, I remember, was the Tiger of Wan Chai, Chan Yiu Sun.

Fat Cat himself doesn't like it very much, and he uses old-fashioned methods to test newcomers. Because now there is a cross-harbour tunnel between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island, and New Territories people can take a minibus to Central to see the market for 1.5 yuan. If you take newcomers to see the street scene, what can they see?
I want to say a few more words today, firstly to end with this, and secondly, I have also noticed that Yin Zhaotang has a bit of a crooked mind, and is not the kind of scoundrel who is determined to make a living in the underworld, so I can use this topic to win him over.

Yin Zhaotang frowned. He had no interest in the old-fashioned test and simply told the truth: "I was counting people and looking at license plates. In seventeen minutes, sixty-eight people walked through Qingfeng Street. There were six couples, thirteen couples, forty-seven young people, only six elderly people, and the rest were children."

"Among the more than 50 cars that passed by, more than half were Japanese cars, and the rest were German luxury cars and taxis. There was a five-minute traffic jam. I think the buildings on Qingfeng Street may have to be replanned. If the road is widened and residential buildings are built, the housing prices may rise against the market trend."

From 1980 to 1984, the political situation was unclear and the property market was sluggish. The Hong Kong government took the opportunity to demolish old buildings and build new ones in some areas of Central, including the Tsing Fung Street area in Causeway Bay.

Many shopping malls and buildings built in the mid-to-late 84s completed the land acquisition process at this time, and waited until the Sino-British negotiations ended in and property prices recovered, and then they were sold at a rapidly rising price.

Fat Cat has been receiving frequent calls from the Lands Department recently and is well aware of the Hong Kong government's demolition and reconstruction plans in Central. But how could a jerk living in Kowloon get in on the situation?

"Babi!"

Fat Cat put down the cup he had picked up, gave a thumbs up, and said sincerely: "Judging the traffic on a street by counting the number of people and the license plates is the skill of the gang bosses. Judging the demolition and reconstruction plans of the Hong Kong government by observing the traffic jams. Either they have inside information or they are supernatural!"

"Ah Tang, the last person I admired was the one who called out the names of all the people passing by on the street, even their initials. Now he is one of the Five Tigers of Xinji, but he is still not as good as you."

Yin Zhaotang was almost embarrassed by Fat Cat's flattery. In fact, counting heads was just a small habit he had in his previous business, and it was a good way to pass the time.

The demolition and reconstruction plan can be regarded as shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target. No one who is reborn can miss the opportunity of the real estate market.

Seeing that the host had said everything and his fat face was obviously tired, he took the initiative to say goodbye: "Grandpa, it's getting late. Thank you for your hospitality. If you are any later, the Star Ferry will close."

"Why take the ferry? Drive your luxury car back to Kowloon. I'll sell it tomorrow, so it won't affect your enjoyment tonight." Fat Cat laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go. I'm a fat guy, not a Miss Hong Kong Island. Do you think I should keep you overnight? Even if you want to, I'll shoot you. Just come to the restaurant and drink tea with me when you have time."

Yin Zhaotang stood up and left the table, holding a take-away bag in his hand. He turned around and greeted Uncle Gensheng who was clearing the tableware: "Thank you, Uncle Gensheng. The thousand-layer egg tarts are really excellent."

"Come often when you have time."

Uncle Gensheng nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

When Yin Zhaotang walked away, the host Uncle Mao shrugged his shoulders and scolded Uncle Tonggensheng with a smile, "Damn, I thought he was a red stick talent, but I didn't expect that after more than 20 years of Jing Zhongyi, there is finally another leader!"

(End of this chapter)

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