2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Qin Hanyang and his two companions arrived in Hongcheng, travel-worn and exhausted.

The three people who stepped into this place again had different feelings.

Qin Anhua secured the loan and saw a glimmer of hope for escaping his desperate situation.

Qin Hanyang had earned his first pot of gold, which at least helped his family through a difficult time, and he felt much more at ease.

Wang Pengfei, on the other hand, acted like an arrogant and wealthy bachelor, his confidence growing even with 30 yuan in his pocket.

As soon as he arrived at Qin Hanyang's house, he immediately barked a smug look at Wang Huirong and shouted:

"Sis, is dinner ready yet?"

"What's the rush? The last dish will be ready soon. Go wash your hands and face first."

When Wang Huirong heard on the phone that her husband was going to bring Moutai to entertain his younger brother, she, the hostess, was somewhat surprised.

Although it was unclear what had happened, the fact that her family visited them when they were in dire straits was the greatest support they could offer.

The faucet is in the kitchen.

When Wang Pengfei passed by, he pulled out a small red box from somewhere and stuffed it into Wang Huirong's skirt.

"Here's a little something for you."

"What the hell is this?!"

Wang Huirong was surprised, but she didn't look at it immediately. Instead, she stir-fried the shredded meat in the pot and then slowly opened it.

"A gold ring? How many grams?"

"Three grams."

Wang Pengfei slowly washed his hands and replied with a smile, "Not much, three grams."

Upon hearing this, Wang Huirong wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes, walked to his side, and slapped Wang Pengfei on the back, making him yelp.

Why did you hit me?

"You heartless bastard, this is the first time I've ever received such an expensive gift from you in my life."

"hey-hey."

Wang Pengfei smiled to himself, thinking to himself, "Didn't I not do well before?"

Although Wang Huirong cursed, she was secretly overjoyed.

After she put all the dishes on the table, she even planned to add a bottle of beverage to make the occasion more special.

"Hanyang, here's ten yuan, go buy another bottle of Xuan Cheng Duo!"

"Do you want me the rest of the money?"

Qin Hanyang stood aside, haggling like a child.

Wang Huirong rolled her eyes: "When have you ever given me the leftovers?"

Seeing this, Wang Pengfei shook the water off his hands, glanced sideways at his nephew, and thought to himself:

—You brat, you've got 100,000 yuan in your account. You're just kidding your mom.

After all the food, drinks and beverages were served.

The family then sat down to eat, and Qin Anhua, as the male head of the household, raised his glass:

"Pengfei, to avoid everyone saying nonsense when we're drunk later, let me clarify things first."

"Go ahead and ask, brother-in-law." Wang Pengfei was already prepared.

Qin Anhua asked earnestly, "When you said you wanted to invest 30 yuan in my garment factory, were you serious or just teasing your brother-in-law?"

"Absolutely true!"

Wang Pengfei casually took out the bank card with 30 yuan in deposit from his pocket and handed it to Qin Anhua across the table.

"There's 30 inside. Let's go to the bank together tomorrow to verify it."

"What?! 30?!"

Upon hearing this number, Wang Huirong immediately became restless.

"Where did you get so much money!"

"I made a small fortune this year, it's what I saved up."

Wang Pengfei believed he hadn't lied.

Hmm... It was also a couple of days ago this year.

However, no matter what he said, Wang Huirong still didn't believe him at all.

However, after repeatedly pressing for an answer without success, the latter had no choice but to believe it for the time being.

"Alright! Pengfei, since you trust your brother-in-law, but in business, you have to keep public and private matters separate. Listen to my thoughts first."

Qin Anhua didn't even pick up his chopsticks yet, but continued,

"I still have two pieces of equipment here. I use them very infrequently, and they are practically brand new. These two pieces cost me 100,000 yuan. I also have some finished products, raw materials, and small machines that I have accumulated. They are worth at most 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."

Logically speaking, I could give you 70% of the shares for your 300,000.

But I can only give you 5% at most.

Because I still have to handle the business from now on, whether it's contacting distributors or running the market, I don't trust you with it.

If you feel it's a loss, you can just invest 15. The rest can be considered a loan from me, and I'll pay you interest at the bank rate.

Qin Anhua then proceeded to speak at length to Qin Anhua's face.

In short, he needs to have absolute control!

Even Wang Pengfei didn't have the authority to direct his business!

Qin Hanyang listened from the side and felt that his father's request was reasonable and understandable.

Over the past year, other business owners have tried to acquire their products at a premium.

The goal was to completely force Qin Anhua out of the industry.

If Qin Anhua were willing to sell these things, his family could immediately solve their debt problem.

Qin Anhua has been gritting his teeth and persevering until now because he is holding back a lot of anger!

That means we must make a comeback!

Even the loan he managed to secure this time, after humbling himself, he plans to reinvest it in his business and try his luck again.

"Brother-in-law, I'll do as you said. I only need 40%. Also, don't worry, I won't interfere in your business. I wouldn't understand how to do it myself!"

As someone so close to them, Wang Pengfei naturally understood what the couple was thinking.

Moreover, since Qin Hanyang couldn't come forward himself, he was acting as a spokesperson and had no intention of overshadowing the main character.

Hearing Wang Pengfei agree.

Qin Anhua and his wife were both very happy.

"Okay, let's eat first, and we can talk about the details tomorrow."

For a time, the atmosphere at the table was quite joyful and peaceful, with toasts being exchanged and drinks being exchanged.

They had initially agreed not to bring it up again, but after a few rounds of drinks, Qin Anhua couldn't help but reveal his future plans.

"I'll contact our previous material suppliers first tomorrow. I won't go to your mother's stall for now. I'll hire two helpers to get our machines running at home. Then I'll contact our distribution channels and try to get back to our previous scale as soon as possible..."

"Brother-in-law, whatever you say goes."

Wang Pengfei didn't understand, so he didn't respond and basically just went along with it.

But Qin Hanyang, standing to the side, asked, "Dad, after you restart the factory, will you still follow the old path and sell directly to the towns and villages?"

"Yes, your dad still has his old network of connections, and he has a lot of contact information for distributors."

Wang Huirong patiently explained to her son, "We make basic clothing, targeting rural towns and villages. Distributors get our products from us at low prices, and the quality is not bad either, so they are generally willing to cooperate with us."

But Qin Hanyang shook his head after hearing this.

He knew exactly what kind of goods he sold; they were just cheap street vendor items priced between 20 and 50 yuan.

We need a pattern, but we don't have one.

You want to be fashionable, but there's nothing fashionable about it.

There's no brand to speak of!

Its main selling points are affordability and comfort, and it won't break down quickly!

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