Reborn as a landlord in Shanghai

Chapter 56 Traffic Accidents

"You said if we give you the money, you'll eventually give it to us according to the profit-sharing ratio. How are we supposed to view this account? Is this profit-sharing ratio actually correct? Of course, you can say that we want to trust you, but trusting you is based on a certain degree. How can we trust you?"

"So I think if you really want us to invest, the best approach is to establish a company, set up a separate company, and get shares according to the proportion of investment. Then, we can use this company's name to invest in food and beverage companies. Our company can hire a third-party accountant to work in the food and beverage companies. As long as there are dividends, no matter how small or large they are, we will accept them." Mao Xiaoyu explained her idea.

"You mean we should first set up a new company, and then use the new company to invest in a food and beverage company?" Old Ma asked uncertainly.

"Yes, this newly established company is just a shell company. Its main business is investing in food and beverage companies. We use the name of this new company to hire a third-party financial company to audit the accounts of the food and beverage companies. As long as there are dividends, no matter how much or how little, we will accept them," Mao Xiaoyu explained again.

"But I've never run a company before," Old Ma said, somewhat conflicted.

"It's okay if you haven't started a company before. Everyone has a first time. Actually, starting a company is very simple. Besides, if you're going to take on a contract, you'll definitely need to start a company. And the advantage of starting a company is that you can establish a limited liability company."

"That way, some of the responsibility lies with the company. If something serious happens to the food and beverage company in the end, we have this limited liability company, so we don't have to bear too much responsibility ourselves. This avoids the situation where, due to private investment, the police come knocking on our door and we end up losing everything," Mao Xiaoyu said.

Old Ma frowned and pondered when he heard Mao Xiaoyu's words.

"The main thing is to avoid danger as much as possible, and food safety is of paramount importance. The same applies to our investments; nobody wants their money to go down the drain. We will continue to invest in food. Both aspects are very important, so we must try our best to avoid danger," Mao Xiaoyu reiterated.

"Actually, I don't really understand what you're talking about, Xiao Mao." Old Ma scratched his head, looking embarrassed, after hearing Mao Xiaoyu reiterate her words.

"Brother Ma, as Sister Liu's husband, we are also friends. There are some things I want to say. You used to be a chef, so you didn't need to know anything about the company. But now you're not a chef anymore, you're the boss. There are some things about the company that you have to learn. Your identity has changed, so you can't be as careless as a chef."

"Of course, whether you listen to me or not is up to you. After all, I'm just a nobody, but I'm doing this for your own good, and to prevent too many conflicts in the future. We really have a good impression of Sister Liu, and we don't want to become enemies over money, right?" Mao Xiaoyu said frankly.

Whether or not Mao Xiaoyu invests in the cafeteria is irrelevant to her. After all, even if she does invest, she doesn't know when she'll get her money back. And even if she does invest in herself this time, she won't invest much. At most, she'll invest one share as a token gesture.

This investment was made out of respect for Sister Liu, since Mao Xiaoyu would be dealing with her again, and she trusted Sister Liu's character.

Of course, even if you only invest one share, Lao Ma needs to change his mind. If Lao Ma continues to act the same way as before, demanding that you hand over your money to him for investment and wait for dividends later...

For Mao Xiaoyu, that would be pointless. After all, Mao Xiaoyu's money didn't come for free, and there was no need to use her own money to test other people's character.

When Lao Ma heard Mao Xiaoyu say this, he felt a little embarrassed to be spoken to like that by a teenager. However, he could also tell that Mao Xiaoyu's words came from the bottom of her heart. So even though he felt embarrassed, he was too embarrassed to get angry. Instead, he nodded and said, "I will study it some more and see how to do it."

"No problem, I'm sure Brother Ma will adapt to life as a boss soon." Mao Xiaoyu didn't dare to say more, after all, the other man was much older than her, and saying too much would make him look bad, so she just gave him a compliment.

"I see you're quite the talker, Xiao Mao, and you know so much. It seems you're also someone who wants to be a boss," Sister Liu chimed in to lighten the mood.

"Of course, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is never a good soldier. I can't stay here forever just to rescue people. When I have money in the future, I want to be a boss too, so I need to learn some things." Mao Xiaoyu said, pretending to be full of vigor.

Everyone laughed when they heard Mao Xiaoyu's words, though of course, everyone had different reasons for laughing.

During the ensuing meal and drinks, Lao Ma asked Mao Xiaoyu a lot of questions about various companies, and Mao Xiaoyu shared what she knew.

After much drinking and chatting, dinner finally ended around 9 p.m. As for the investment, now we have to wait for Lao Ma's message. After all, if it's the kind of investment Lao Ma suggested, neither Lao Zhang, Lao Guan, nor Mao Xiaoyu would invest.

After all, there is no guarantee at all, and the three of them don't work in the canteen. Who knows when they will be able to get their share of the profits and recoup their investment!

No one would invest in such a foolish investment; after all, nobody's stupid.

And so, Mao Xiaoyu, Lao Guan, and Lao Zhang left Sister Liu's house. After they left, Lao Zhang and Lao Guan strolled away, leaving Mao Xiaoyu alone on the road.

Seeing that everyone had left, Mao Xiaoyu prepared to take a taxi, but the problem was that she didn't see any taxis on this road. Mao Xiaoyu could only walk forward and try to find a main road to see if there were any taxis.

"I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice. — I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice. —"

Mao Xiaoyu was already three-tenths drunk today. Coupled with the light rain in the evening, the occasional encounter with electric bike riders or pedestrians passing by, and the music store on the roadside playing the hottest songs, the hazy environment made Mao Xiaoyu feel much calmer.

I've been reborn for over two months now, and every day the moment I open my eyes, all I think about is making money. Now that I've calmed down, I realize that I'm actually a bit tired.

How about we buy a computer tomorrow?

A strange idea suddenly popped into Mao Xiaoyu's head.

In her previous life, Mao Xiaoyu was not addicted to the internet because she preferred playing video games when she was a teenager in her hometown. After graduating from junior high school, she worked as a hairdresser in her parents' shop until her early twenties, when she had already passed the age of internet addiction.

When he reached his thirties and mobile games became popular, Mao Xiaoyu was approaching middle age. He enjoyed fishing and reading more, but of course, going to bars and meeting girls was also a must.

So when it comes to games, all I know are the names of a few famous games from the future. As for how to play them or how to make money from them, I have no idea.

Don't say that people in their thirties or forties can't even play games; that's ridiculous. Honestly, it's normal for five out of ten people not to know how to play games. After all, people who like playing games tend to play with other people who like playing games, and people who don't like playing games usually end up with other people who don't like playing games.

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Honor of Kings boasts 700-800 million players, but many of those players have five or six accounts. Only about 100 million people actually play Honor of Kings consistently. Considering that there are 600-700 million people in China aged 15 to 45, this shows that most people don't actually enjoy playing games.

But now Mao Xiaoyu wants to buy a computer to relax.

Thinking of this, Mao Xiaoyu chuckled softly, feeling like she wanted to reclaim her lost youth.

Just as Mao Xiaoyu was lamenting her lost youth, she had no idea that an electric scooter was wobbling toward her.

Hey friend, move aside!

Not far away, pedestrians saw the car heading towards Mao Xiaoyu and couldn't help but shout.

Mao Xiaoyu looked up and shouted at the pedestrians not far away. Although she knew what he was shouting, she didn't know what was going on. After all, she had been drinking and her reaction was a little slow. While she was still wondering, she suddenly felt a force behind her that flipped her over.

Fortunately, the electric bike wasn't going fast. Although it knocked Mao Xiaoyu over, the bike also fell over due to inertia, and Mao Xiaoyu landed right on top of the rider, causing the rider to scream.

Hearing the cyclist below screaming, Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly tried to find a foothold to get up, but in the midst of this frantic effort, she accidentally felt her hand touch something soft.

Oh no, I think I touched the wrong place!

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After drinking, one's senses are always dulled. Only after she finished touching him did Mao Xiaoyu realize she had touched the wrong place, which startled her, and she quickly removed her hand.

However, she had no choice but to get up. Mao Xiaoyu scrambled to her feet in a very disheveled manner.

After Mao Xiaoyu stood up, she felt a little discomfort in her back, realizing that it was where she had been hit and that it was probably bruised. Mao Xiaoyu touched it with her hand and, thankfully, there was no blood.

However, Mao Xiaoyu had many scratches and bloodstains on her limbs, which must have been caused by hitting the electric scooter or scraping the ground after being hit.

Are you alright?

After getting up, Mao Xiaoyu heard the cyclist still shouting. Considering it was summer and the other person must have had many injuries, she couldn't help but go over to help him up while asking him for his help.

And so, in another flurry of activity, they finally managed to help the little girl up. Seeing that there was a bit of blood on the little girl's hands and feet, even though it was the other person who bumped into her, Mao Xiaoyu still apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

At this moment, the gossipy nature of the Chinese people also drew a crowd of passersby.

"Oh dear, this is terrible! The young man wasn't watching where he was going and hit the little girl, making her cry like this." An old woman came to the scene and started discussing it.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see the little girl was wearing a helmet? It's obviously a little girl riding an electric scooter that hit the man." —

An old woman on the side quickly retorted.

"Yes, yes, you can see the girl riding the electric scooter suddenly crashing into the guy from behind, sending him flying. The guy was kind; he got up and even showed concern for the little girl," another pedestrian chimed in.

"This little girl wasn't looking where she was going. How could she hit someone on such a big road? I really don't know what to say," a pedestrian complained.

"Quickly, call the police! This kind of thing should be handled by the police!" another old woman said, not wanting to miss out on the trouble.

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Listening to the chattering crowd around her and looking at the girl in front of her who was wearing a helmet and crying, Mao Xiaoyu didn't know what to do.

After all, it was himself who got hit!

You didn't cry when your back ached and your arms hurt, but you, who hit someone, are crying and wailing here. What are you supposed to do?

Mao Xiaoyu was speechless. It was not good to leave at this time, nor was it good to stay.

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The scene became incredibly awkward!

Fortunately, the police response rate in Shanghai is quite fast. The accident happened here, and the police arrived within minutes, which made Mao Xiaoyu breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, the little girl has been crying for so long, and Mao Xiaoyu can't comfort her properly, nor can she not comfort her. Standing here, she's being pointed at and talked about, which makes her feel quite embarrassed.

Now that the police are here, things are at least much easier for me.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" The two police officers pushed through the crowd and approached Mao Xiaoyu and the little girl on the bicycle, asking.

"Officer, here's what happened. I went to my friend's place for drinks. After I finished drinking, I was looking for a taxi to go home. But there were no taxis coming in from here, so I walked along this road, intending to find one on the main road. But then, for no apparent reason, I was hit by an electric scooter from behind. Oh, and the one who hit me was this little girl. She's been crying, and I don't know how to comfort her." Mao Xiaoyu quickly recounted the general events that had transpired.

After listening to Mao Xiaoyu's account, the two police officers looked at the little girl. Although they couldn't see her face because she was wearing a helmet, the girl looked very young. So the officers asked softly, "Little girl, don't be afraid. Could you take off your helmet and talk to us properly?"

Hearing this, the little girl had stopped crying when the police arrived. Now, after hearing what the police said, she hesitated for a moment before taking off her helmet, and Mao Xiaoyu finally saw the little girl's face.

Oh my god, could it be her?

This little girl's face looks a bit like a future celebrity!