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Chapter 258 The simple and unpretentious life of the rich

What was lost on the playing cards was found on the mahjong table.

Early the next morning, a group of walking zombies wearing big sunglasses and black masks appeared on their faces, and they went back to their homes without souls.

With sleepy eyes, Han Qiao got into the car and poured out a large amount of money from his pocket. He counted it and found that there were more than two thousand. He suddenly frowned.

I also want to lose money, but my strength doesn’t allow it.

Neither the princess nor Naying explicitly refused to sing at the concert, but Pu Shu, who was the most difficult to get, unexpectedly agreed.

Quite a surprise.

"Xiaoqiao, take a look. This is a photo that Xiao Zhang took back from the White Statue Factory. The message there is that if possible, I hope you will go to the factory to see it in person."

Han Qiao rolled down the window, his hair blown by the wind flying around, his tired head sobered up, he took the photo and couldn't help but lose consciousness...

The photo is of Baixiang's factory. Judging from the time, it should be at work. You can see that there are many workers with handicapped legs and feet pushing wheelchairs and using crutches, as well as some elderly people...

It is said that about 30% of the workers in Baixiang are disabled...

Han Qiao is actually no stranger to white statues.

In his previous life, he was a keyboard politician. Baixiang was a shining example of domestic products. Whether it was an earthquake or an epidemic, Baixiang was always the most enthusiastic donor of materials. However, there was almost no news about the other instant noodle companies. What's more,

Lao Tan’s pickled cabbage-flavored instant noodles turned out to be made by an old lady with her feet. It’s such a hygienic condition that cockroaches have to move...

That's too much. Who are the people who eat instant noodles? Many times, they are the hardest workers. After a long day of exhaustion, they want to take a bite of hot instant noodles, but what they eat is athlete's foot.

…

How the hell did you do it?

Baixiang, on the other hand, is a breath of fresh air among the filth. Such a conscientious enterprise has been squeezed out by several instant noodle companies controlled by Japanese capital and has no room for survival.

The only thing he could do in his previous life was grab a few boxes of instant noodles on Pinxixi. Even so, Bai Xiang kept reminding him to "consume rationally".

Now, someone Han has the ability.

It's not that noble, just help if you can.

Looking at the photo, Han Qiao was silent for a moment and said, "Sister Ma, please make arrangements as soon as possible."

"Xiaoqiao..." Ma Jia looked hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"Kang Shuaifu has received the news of our rejection, but the person in charge there wants to meet with you?"

"The endorsement fee is easily negotiable. It is currently 20 million/2 years."

Ma Jia looked at Han Qiao: "I discussed the endorsement fee with Bai Xiang, and 10 million is probably the highest..."

"Then meet the person in charge of Kang Shuaifu, otherwise it would be a bit hurtful to refuse for no reason." Han Qiao thought about it. After all, Kang Shuaifu is the leading instant noodle company in China, with a big tree and deep roots. If you give him face like this, he refuses for no reason.

Your own "commercial value" is also damaged.

Decided.

Han Qiao closed his eyes to rest and looked at the sun outside the window. He suddenly thought of Liu Xiaoli. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and shamelessly sent a message: "Sister, how are you doing recently? I have a new drama that I want to invite Sissi to star in. No.

Do you know if you have time to come out and talk?"

Break Nokia.

No reply for a long time.

Liu Xiaoli must have forgotten to pay the phone bill.

……………………

The next day.

Times Star Sky Rooftop.

The rooftop has been renovated by the stars of the times, with small bridges, flowing water, and lush vegetation. It is a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle. Usually, just a few shareholders relax here.

The other area is a piece of grassland that was simply renovated into a golf course.

It was the first time for Han Qiao to come here. I walked around and complained in my heart that rich people are so idle. In this city of high-rise buildings and reinforced concrete, who knew there was such a paradise on the top floor.

However, standing on the rooftop and looking far into the distance, the wind is blowing, the white clouds are scattered in the sky, and Yanjing is endless as far as the eye can see, with row upon row of buildings occupying the entire field of vision.

This is indeed a charming city.

Half an hour later.

Han Qiao met the person in charge of Kang Shuaifu on the rooftop. He was a little surprised. The person in charge of Kang Shuaifu was a petite girl with a serious expression. Her custom-made suit was meticulous, and her lower body was straight trousers, ironed without a trace.

wrinkles…

Han Qiao always respected strong women. He stretched out his hand and smiled: "Hello, I am Han Qiao."

Unexpectedly, the woman bowed 90 degrees and said politely: "Hello, Mr. Han, I am Inoshita Matsue."

Japanese?

Han Qiao was a little surprised and looked at Ma Jia.

Ma Jia shook her head, indicating that she didn't know the situation.

The two sat down in the pavilion.

"Mr. Han, are you a little surprised?" Inoshita Matsue looked at Han Qiao and marveled at Han Qiao's youth. At this age, he was a popular actor in China. A smile appeared on his lips and he said calmly: "Actually, Kang Shuaifu invited Mr. Han to speak for him because I recommended him.

Yes, Mr. Han is a very good star, and Kang Shuaifu is also a very good company. I believe that Mr. Han will bring Kang Shuaifu to a new high."

"Miss Jingxia is so polite. Thank you very much for Kang Shuaifu's approval." Han Qiao didn't want to deal with the Japanese, so he smiled and said, "However, Kang Shuaifu and I have no fate."

"I'm a guest from afar, why not drink a cup of hot tea."

"Oh, could it be that Mr. Han is not satisfied with the endorsement fee?" Inoshita Matsue raised an eyebrow, took the tea cup, put it on a white porcelain plate, and rotated the cup with his fingers, looking a little surprised. The 20 million endorsement fee can be said to be

It was a huge sum of money. Judging from the information, Han Qiao had almost no reason to refuse. He said seriously: "If Mr. Han is willing, we can add another 5 million."

"Mr. Han, don't be too busy to refuse. Kang Shuaifu's current annual sales exceed 100 million. If Mr. Han becomes Kang Shuaifu's spokesperson, it will open up the market for you not only in China, but also in Southeast Asia."

"I believe this is also a good opportunity for Mr. Han." Inoshita Matsue took the tea bill and blew on the water, feeling a little bored. In the final analysis, there was not enough money, and it was no different this time.

25 million.

Han Qiao put down his tea cup and felt a little surprised. Logically speaking, with Kang Shuaifu's endorsement fee, he could hire a bigger name than him. There was no need to beat himself up. He shook his head and smiled: "Sorry."

Refused.

Even 25 million is not satisfactory.

Inoshita Matsue's smile disappeared, she put down her tea cup, and said calmly: "Is Mr. Han prepared to accept Baixiang's endorsement? To be honest, if Baixiang hadn't approached Mr. Han this time, the endorsement fee would not have been at this price."

"Miss Jingxia, this is a secret."

"Mr. Han, you are not as good as the young talent mentioned in the news. Kang Shuaifu is not comparable to Bai Xiang in terms of popularity, sales volume, or size. This is not a wise choice..."

Han Qiao shrugged: "I always only do what I like to do."

"Arrogant."

Ishita Matsue's face was a little dark. She didn't expect Han Qiao to be so naive. She picked up her bag, stood up, and said condescendingly: "I hope Mr. Han will not regret it."

As the door closed with a bang.

Han Qiao put down his teacup: "Sister, how come Kang Shuaifu is a Japanese coming here to talk? Also, from what she said, the reason why Kang Shuaifu asked me to represent him was to cut off Hu Bai's portrait. Let's go down and find out what he is.

what's the situation?"

"Okay." Ma Jia stood up, thought for a while, and persuaded: "Xiaoqiao, actually Kang Shuaifu is a good choice. The endorsement fee is 25 million. This is already a first-line celebrity. Moreover, with Kang Shuaifu

My husband’s popularity is also a good publicity channel for us.”

"Sister, do you think I lack publicity channels?" Han Qiao smiled. He is not an ordinary actor. To put it bluntly, he really can't survive, so he has no choice but to start a company honestly...

Become a big boss behind the scenes and maybe sleep with a few more female stars...

"You..." Ma Jia smiled and shook her head, speechless to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao drank the tea honestly. This was the best Dahongpao.

Getting ready to go downstairs.

Xia Wen walked up in white sneakers and saw Han Qiao, who was walking with long legs. He poured a cup of tea and drank it. His eyes were suspicious: "What's going on? I heard that you rejected Kang Shuaifu's 25 million endorsement.

, I have to accept the 10 million white statue..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his white and tender palm, placed it on Han Qiao's forehead, and said strangely: "I don't have a fever either."

Han Qiao patted Xia Wen's hand: "The white statue is a domestic product, and Kang Shuaifu is a Japanese-owned enterprise."

"Are you so noble?" Xia Wen squirted out the tea, looked at Han Qiao thoughtfully, and nodded his handsome chin: "Don't say it, it's really your style."

"Do whatever you want, I can't control you now."

Xia Wen twisted his waist and said, "Do you know how to play golf? Do you want to have some fun?"

"Okay."

Han Qiao is still quite curious about this kind of pretentious sport.

The grass on the rooftop is not big, and it is not as undulating as a golf course. However, it is green and has a hole in the ground with a flag in the distance.

Han Qiao took the ball and put it on the ground. It flew away with a bang. The white ball flew out of the arc. Han Qiao was so frightened that he quickly dropped his club and ran after the ball. Fortunately, the white ball landed on the wall, otherwise it would have been high in the air.

Thrown the object.

Xia Wen looked at it with his chest folded, laughed out loud, walked over, and said disgustedly: "Do you know how to play? How can you play like this? Look at me."

As he spoke, he squatted down, raised his hips, lowered his body, held the trunk of the tree with both hands, looked at the distance, and pushed it gently. The white ball rolled on the grass and landed in the hole.

"How about it, it's not bad." Xia Wen said with a smile with his eyes turning into crescent moons.

How could Han Qiao be interested in watching football?

I just took a look at the legs. The sportswear flatters the figure, and the sports beauty is full of energy.

Han Qiao pretended: "It's not bad. Hey, come here and teach me."

"How can I teach you?" Xia Wen didn't expect Han Qiao to stop being so tough this time.

"Aren't TV shows full of step-by-step instructions?"

"On TV, it's boys teaching girls."

"Then you can teach me or not."

Han Qiao did not look at Xia Wen.

After a while, a somewhat nervous figure came over, held Han Qiao's hand with his tender white hand, and said in a nervous voice: "That's it..."

The soft hair caresses the face, bringing a light fragrance...

The happiness of the rich.

Simple and unpretentious.

…………

The sun sets on the horizon, and the sky is filled with sunset.

Han Qiao secretly played ball until dusk. It was a rare free time for him these days. There were no dramas and no announcements. Although several girlfriends were away, Han Qiao felt that he was infinitely happy.

It’s just easy for the prostate.

Xia Wen was also a little tired. He tied up his hair and said, "Don't leave for a while. I've been teaching you for so long. Why don't you treat me to dinner?"

"OK."

Han Qiao moved his arms.

The two of them packed up and prepared to go down to the rooftop.

Ma Jia walked out of the stairs, holding the document in her hand: "Xiaoqiao, I've asked you to find out clearly."

"Mr. Xia is here too."

Han Qiao took the file and looked at it. The file was full of recent news, not much useful. He closed the file and said, "Sister, what's going on?"

"The Japanese person who came today is called Inoshita Matsue. He is from Japan's Honjima Group. Honjima Group is an internationally renowned investment company. Domestic companies such as Kangshuaifu, Uni-President, and Huafeng all have their shadows." Ma Jia was somewhat agitated.

Worry: "Baixiang is currently severely suppressed by several instant noodles controlled by the Main Island Group. The market share has dropped from the peak of 27% to only 15% now..."

"So, the island acted as a tactic to suppress Baixiang, and took advantage of Baixiang's downturn to buy shares in Baixiang at a low price..."

"right."

"After Hondo became a shareholder of Baixiang, all the four giants of instant noodles are owned by it."

Han Qiao understood.

To put it simply, the Hondao Group has a monopoly on the Huaxia instant noodle industry. As for the fighting between several companies, it doesn’t matter. The meat will rot in the pot.

"So, Bai Xiang is a fire pit now?" Xia Wen thought for a while and said in a cautious tone: "Han Qiao, now is not the time to be willful. Since Bai Xiang has been targeted, with other people's capital, he will definitely not give up."

The two looked at Han Qiao.

Baixiang rejected Japanese capital and indeed has always been tepid and somewhat marginalized.

but.

It's not like there's no chance.

The situation was so critical, even without Han Qiao, Bai Xiang still survived, but it was a bit miserable.

this time,

With his help, maybe we can really save the "Light of Domestic Products" and fill the regret in our heart.

but,

A simple spokesperson will definitely not have this effect, but will have to go through complex business operations. In this regard, Han Qiao was completely discredited. All he could do was to use his leading vision to let Bai Xiang fight his way out.

"Sister, tomorrow we will go to He Province to see the white statues."

When Ma Jia and Xia Wen heard this, they looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll book a flight ticket. I'll leave early tomorrow and come back in the evening. The College Student Film Festival will be held soon..."

"Okay." Han Qiao said with a smile: "Sister Ma, Mr. Xia, I'll treat you tonight. Let's go shopping in Houhai together."

PS: This kind of business is a bit naive, so I have to bite the bullet and write it. I didn’t want to write so much, but when I thought of Baixiang, I couldn’t help but write it in more detail. According to the outline, it should be the College Student Film Festival at this time. The strategy has been

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