Fifty million a day, trapped in the county town, can't spend it all.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Who is it?" A hoarse male voice came from the phone, and you could tell from the voice that he had been smoking too much lately.

"Are you Mr. Shuai Deheng? Hello, my surname is Zhang, and I am the owner of Dawn Investment Co., Ltd."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was thinking about what business dealings they had with this Dawn Investment Company.

"I'm sorry, I don't recall having any business dealings with your company. May I ask why you're looking for me...?"

"We didn't have much business dealings before, but now I'm talking to Mr. Shuai to discuss business matters."

Shuai Deheng was wary. After a moment of silence, he asked, "How did you get my number?"

Zhang Yang smiled. It seemed that Manager Song had made some foresight. So, following Manager Song's advice, he said, "It was given by the county."

Shuai Deheng was speechless. Although he had caused trouble for the county, he was still somewhat resentful that they hadn't even notified him beforehand and had just sold him off like that.

Putting all that aside, haven't you made any contributions to the county? How many jobs did building such a large building create for the county? When your business was doing well, how much tax did you pay to the county?

Now that his cash flow has dried up, he has to sell himself.

This is like forgetting the trap after catching the fish!

Shuai Deheng seemed to have aged many years in an instant, and his voice became even more hoarse: "What do you need me for?"

"I'm here to help Boss Shuai get out of trouble!"

Shuai Deheng was silent for a moment, then his breathing became rapid: "You just said... you're from an investment company? You're going to invest in my company? Did the county ask you to invest in me?"

He excitedly fired off several questions in quick succession, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

"It wasn't the county that sent me; I got your phone number from the county."

Zhang Yang's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the flame that had just ignited in Shuai Deheng's heart.

He deflated instantly, his tone returning to its previous tone: "So, you want to invest in me?"

Zhang Yang was very direct: "Mr. Shuai, you've misunderstood. I want to acquire Moore Department Store."

A long sigh came from the other end of the phone: "Tell me, how much are you willing to pay for the acquisition?"

"Let's talk about this in person. You can set a time and place." Zhang Yang's tone was very calm. At this point, the matter was basically half settled.

As long as the final price is within a reasonable range, Zhang Yang will not hesitate to buy it. The reason is simple: he is desperately thirsting for money in his bank account.

If the money isn't allowed to circulate, how can he even talk about completing the task?

"Tomorrow at the Huakai Fugui Teahouse in the Old Town. I'll send you the specific private room and time later."

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. This matter had been weighing on his mind for several days. When he first saw Moore Department Store, he had an idea: he wanted to make it the number one landmark of Mu County.

He directly copied Pang Donglai, benchmarking everything against Pang Donglai. Unlike those capitalists who only learn the form and ignore the substance.

He wanted Pang Donglai's service, and he offered Pang Donglai's salary standards, even more than that!

Pang Donglai's business model is already a mature case. If someone can't even copy it properly, then it proves that the person doing it is a ruthless and exploitative individual.

......

The following morning.

Zhang Yang's phone still showed a bank deposit notification: 50,032,800 yuan was transferred into your savings card ending in XXX7.

Clicking delete reveals another message below it from an unmarked number: 10 PM, Qingfeng Yajing Private Room.

With just eight words, Zhang Yang knew that Shuai Deheng had been chosen.

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he inquired about the factory's progress in the group chat. Apart from the fact that the recruitment process wasn't quite finalized yet, the other office supplies and equipment had already been ordered.

Zhang Yang was quite satisfied with Chen Rou and Sun Xiaomin's speed in handling the matter.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang took out the evaluation information about Moore Department Store that he had written in his memo and started reading it.

Moore Department Store has a total area and building area of ​​approximately 2 square meters. Its commercial value is now almost zero, with a market value estimated at 3000 million to 3500 million. However, Shuai Deheng still owes a lot of money to suppliers. Considering its urgent need to get rid of debt, plus the depreciation rate of commercial real estate.

Zhang Yang's target price is between 2500 million and 2800 million.

Moore Department Store is now a wounded behemoth, bleeding every day. The longer it drags on, the more it bleeds. As its owner, Shuai Deheng will suffer the most in the end. The price I offered will not only get him out of this quagmire, but after settling the outstanding debts, he should even have some left over.

Therefore, Zhang Yang concluded that Shuai Deheng would definitely agree.

Moreover, even if we take a step back and assume he's not short of money, based on market value, there are only a handful of places in this small county of Mou that could be taken over in one go. But that's not the most important thing. The key is that everyone knows this place is a mess, so who would be willing to be the one to take over?

At 10 a.m., Zhang Yang took a taxi to the Huakai Fugui Teahouse in the old town. It was a special car provided by the Investment Promotion Bureau. Zhang Yang arranged for Chen Rou to go with him to run some business.

After getting off the car, he entered the room, gave the name of the private room, and followed the waiter through an alley before going up to the second floor.

A detached bamboo house came into view.

It seems that this tranquil and elegant private room truly lives up to its name. This is the first time Zhang Yang has ever seen such an antique bamboo building constructed on reinforced concrete.

The key point is that it was built on the second floor.

Looking around, Zhang Yang saw that all the furnishings were made of bamboo weaving. He walked straight to the door, lifted the curtain, and went inside.

As soon as you enter, a fragrant aroma of incense mixed with tea wafts over you.

The entire room was furnished with antique-style mahogany furniture.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Zhang." A man sitting at the tea table greeted Zhang Yang as he entered.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang looked over and saw that Shuai Deheng was dressed casually and looked to be no more than fifty years old. He was neatly dressed, but there was a thick layer of dark circles under his eyes.

Although he still looked quite energetic, Zhang Yang knew that the man in front of him was almost unable to straighten his back from being weighed down.

"Mr. Handsome." Zhang Yang walked over and extended his hand.

The two shook hands, and Zhang Yang then sat down.

Shuai Deheng picked up the purple clay teapot, slowly poured two cups of tea, and pushed one of them in front of Zhang Yang.

"Good tea." Zhang Yang picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Mr. Zhang looks quite young, he's really promising at such a young age," Shuai Deheng said.

Zhang Yang waved his hand: "You flatter me, Mr. Shuai. Compared to you seniors, I am hardly worthy of being called young and promising."

"I've investigated you. Not only are you now trying to acquire my Moore Department Store, but before that, you also bought the old aluminum alloy factory."

Zhang Yang touched his nose and stared straight at him.

Shuai Deheng smiled, took a cigarette from the pack on the table and handed it to Zhang Yang: "I believe you have the ability. I wonder how much you plan to offer for my Moore Department Store, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yang lit a cigarette, took a puff, and asked, "How much does Mr. Shuai want to sell it for?"

4000.

"Are you kidding me?"

"So, how much are you willing to offer?"

Zhang Yang didn't answer immediately.

He picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

Shuai Deheng stared intently at him, his nostrils twitching slightly.

"2500 million." Zhang Yang put down his cup and casually uttered the price.

"impossible."

Shuai Deheng's voice rose half an octave, but Zhang Yang noticed that his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on his teacup. "You should be able to estimate how much that building cost from scratch. 2500 million? I don't think you're being sincere, Mr. Zhang."

"All your construction costs, plus the supporting equipment, totaled about 6000 million," Zhang Yang licked his lips and grinned, "but that was two years ago."

"The depreciation fee alone will be a large sum; based on the current market value, it's at most around 3000 million."

"So you're only giving 2500 million?"

Zhang Yang gestured for him to calm down, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice by half an octave: "Mr. Shuai, you've been through thick and thin for decades. Do I need to teach you the meaning of 'high price but no market'?"

Shuai Deheng was speechless for a moment. Seeing this, Zhang Yang continued:

"Even if it's worth 100 million, if no one takes it, it's a liability."

Rather than assets.

Speaking of debt, Mr. Shuai, who in the entire Mu County doesn't know that you're currently in arrears with employee wages? In addition, maintaining the normal operation of Moore Department Store every month is also a considerable expense.

Moore Department Store is not generating positive profits; instead, it's accumulating more and more debt. How long do you think you can hold on in this situation?

Shuai Deheng's pupils dilated in shock; every word Zhang Yang spoke was the truth.

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the sky outside, lost in thought for a moment.

"What you said is all correct, but 2500 million is too low."

"How much do you want?"

"Minimum 3000 million."

"Just 2500."

Shuai Deheng turned around and looked at Zhang Yang, his expression very complicated.

"My building is worth nearly 6000 million, and you only give me 2500?"

"Mr. Shuai, you should think about why the county gave me your phone number."

Zhang Yang said without changing his expression:

"If you don't sell to me now, you should know better than me what will happen to you later."

Unpaid wages, debts, and bank interest—if these accumulate to a certain point, you'll eventually be sued in court, the bank will foreclose on your property, and in the eyes of those in power, you'll be seen as someone who has caused a scandal and tarnished the reputation of the entire Mu County.

Shuai Deheng sat back down at the table, lit another cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Minimum 2800 million, otherwise forget it."

Zhang Yang was overjoyed. This price was already lower than the market valuation. He had only quoted 2500 million to test the waters.

He believed that based on the information he had collected and his understanding of Shuai Deheng's current situation, the price of 2500 million was not entirely unacceptable, although it would hurt him a little.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Yang shook his head.

Seeing this, Shuai Deheng gritted his teeth and said, "2700 million."

"2500 million." Zhang Yang still shook his head, crossed his hands on the table, and stared straight at him. "President Shuai, the 2500 million I'm offering is to be paid in full after the contract is signed."

If you delay every day, the interest will increase and your salary will be owed every day. You know better than me how much more you'll lose if you delay for another month.

If you're still trying to haggle, I don't think there's any point in continuing the discussion.

Shuai Deheng opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

A price of 2500 million is indeed low, to be honest, but it also depends on how the buyer defines it.

Zhang Yang asserted that, knowing Moore Department Store was a mess, many business owners, even those with money, were unwilling to take the risk.

After saying that, Zhang Yang stopped talking and straightened his clothes before standing up: "It seems that Mr. Shuai is not very satisfied with the price. Let's call it a day then and not waste each other's time. We can talk again another time."

He turned and left without hesitation, the sound of the bamboo curtain swaying behind him.

Just as Zhang Yang stepped outside the bamboo house, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him: "Mr. Zhang, wait a moment."