amaotonovel Chapter 1473 Too Low-Level
Chapter 1473 Too Low-Level
In the months that followed, Hong Kong seemed to accelerate. Autumn turned to winter, and the leaves of the plane trees lining the streets turned from green to yellow before falling in droves, carpeting the sidewalks. The air gradually grew cooler, and a jacket was needed when going out in the mornings and evenings.
Qin Hao's life remains hectic. He shuttles between Hong Kong, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, overseeing the daily operations of Burger King, following up on the expansion progress of Chayan Yuese, and coordinating with the Shi Group on various aspects of their IPO preparations. But even with his busy schedule, he occasionally manages to find time to visit the set of "Chicken and Duck Talk."
The film crew was stationed in an old neighborhood in Kowloon City. The area retains the streetscape of Hong Kong in the 1960s and 70s, with old-style tenement buildings, narrow alleys, mottled signs, and the aroma of roasted meats wafting from the streets, perfectly matching the atmosphere of the traditional roasted meat shops in the movie.
When Qin Hao first visited the set, he drove a small truck loaded with over a dozen cases of drinks and several large bags of fresh fruit. As soon as the truck stopped outside the set, the assistant director jogged up to him, a broad smile on his face.
"President Qin is here! Oh, you brought so many things, you're too kind!"
"Everyone worked hard filming, this is just a small token of my appreciation." Qin Hao jumped out of the car and called on the staff to help unload the goods.
Soon, the news spread throughout the film crew—"President Qin has come to visit the set again."
The actors and crew members who were taking a break all gathered around, helping to move things while expressing their gratitude in a cacophony of voices.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin!"
"President Qin is such a good person!"
Over time, Qin Hao became familiar with the crew. Michael Hui even considered Qin Hao a partner with whom he could discuss the script. After filming began, the script inevitably needed some adjustments—some lines didn't flow smoothly on set, some plot points proved illogical during actual filming, and some jokes didn't work well after rehearsals…
Whenever the script needed to be revised, Michael Hui would call Qin Hao in advance to ask for his opinion.
Time flies by in these busy and fulfilling days.
Before we knew it, it was the end of 83.
Hong Kong winters aren't particularly cold, but the chill in the air is quite noticeable in the mornings and evenings. People on the street are wearing thicker coats, and winter clothing is starting to appear in shop windows. Even more noticeable is the growing festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year.
With just over a month to go until Lunar New Year's Eve, many shops have already put up signs for "New Year's Big Sale," and festive New Year's songs are playing on a loop in shopping malls. Candy stores, dried goods stores, and clothing stores are all doing brisk business. People are starting to buy New Year's goods and prepare to welcome the new year.
Central, the headquarters office building of Burger King.
The largest conference room was packed with people. They were all store managers and regional managers from various Burger King branches in Hong Kong. A dozen or so people sat in the middle chairs; these were heads of various departments from headquarters.
The meeting room was quiet, but the atmosphere was somewhat subtle. Everyone whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity—a sudden year-end meeting for all store managers must mean something important was about to be announced.
The door opened.
Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing walked in one after the other. Qin Hao was wearing a dark blue suit, a white shirt, and no tie, looking both formal and casual. Zhao Yajing, on the other hand, wore a burgundy business suit, with exquisite makeup and a powerful aura.
The two sat down at the head of the conference table. All eyes were on them.
Qin Hao glanced around, his gaze lingering on each store manager's face for a moment, before speaking:
"Everyone, thank you for coming to this meeting at the end of the year. To make a long story short, there are two main things to discuss today."
His voice was not loud, but powerful, and it carried clearly to everyone's ears in the quiet conference room.
"The first thing is about this year's year-end promotional activities."
He gestured for Zhao Yajing to turn on the projector. A detailed promotional plan appeared on the screen.
"In addition to the various special offers offered in previous years, the company has also specially ordered a batch of toys for this year's event."
Qin Hao picked up a small box, opened it, and inside was a small plastic robot that could transform.
"Like this, there are also toy cars, cartoon dolls, puzzles, and so on. As long as you buy a designated New Year's package, you will receive a toy as a gift. Kids like it, and parents are happy to buy it."
He passed the toy to the shop manager next to him so that everyone could take turns looking at it.
"Each store manager is responsible for creating a festive atmosphere for the Chinese New Year. Lanterns should be hung at the entrance, Spring Festival couplets should be pasted up, and the shop windows should be decorated in a festive manner. The staff should dress smartly and greet customers with 'Happy New Year'. In short, customers should feel the strong festive spirit as soon as they enter the store."
He paused, then emphasized:
"Our sales target for the Spring Festival is 30% higher than last month. I know this number is challenging, but not impossible. Sam Hui's endorsement is very effective, and Burger King's brand awareness is much higher now than last year. As long as we do a good job with the event and the service, achieving the target should not be a problem."
The store managers nodded in agreement, and some took out notebooks to take notes.
Qin Hao waited for everyone to process the information before continuing:
"The second thing..."
He paused deliberately, glancing around the room. Everyone looked up, holding their breath.
"I'm sure you've all heard privately that our company has some big plans for next year." Qin Hao's voice was calm, but his words carried weight: "Here, I can give you a sneak peek—"
He paused, then said, word by word:
"Burger King will be going public next year!"
"Om-"
The meeting room erupted in chaos.
Although rumors had circulated beforehand, hearing the boss announce it in person still shocked everyone. Store managers whispered among themselves, regional managers exchanged bewildered glances, and the supervisors in the back row were flushed with excitement.
Going public means a qualitative leap in the company's size, influence, and development prospects!
Qin Hao gently tapped the table. The murmurs gradually subsided, but the excitement and anticipation in everyone's eyes were impossible to conceal.
"What does going public mean?" Qin Hao said loudly, his voice echoing in the conference room: "It means that the company will have greater development, and that we are not just a restaurant that sells fried chicken and hamburgers, but a catering group."
He stood up and walked to the screen. Zhao Yajing switched the PowerPoint presentation, which displayed a planning diagram.
"I can tell you clearly that the first thing the company will do after the IPO and the completion of the financing is to establish its own cold chain distribution system."
He pointed to the illustration on the diagram:
“Currently, our ingredients are sourced from different suppliers, resulting in inconsistent quality and prices that are affected by market fluctuations. With our own cold chain system, we can source directly from the source and distribute them uniformly, ensuring that the ingredients for each branch are the freshest and of the highest quality.”
He paused, then continued:
"This is just the first step. We also need to establish a complete supply chain system—establish our own chicken farms to ensure the supply and quality of chicken; establish slaughterhouses to control the processing; establish syrup factories to produce the syrups and ingredients needed for milk tea; and even establish our own orchards to grow fruit..."
A series of planning diagrams flashed across the screen, outlining the prototype of a vast business empire.
The store managers were stunned. They had never imagined that there could be such a complex supply chain behind a fast food restaurant.
Qin Hao turned around, looked at everyone, his eyes sharp:
“Everyone here is a contributor to Burger King. As the company grows, it needs more talent. In the future, these industries—chicken farms, slaughterhouses, syrup factories, and orchards—will all need a large number of middle and senior managers. As long as you have the ability and are willing to work hard, you will definitely have opportunities for promotion.”
He paused, his voice becoming even more forceful:
“I don’t look at academic qualifications or background; I only look at ability. Whoever can manage the store well and achieve good results will have the opportunity to move into management and be responsible for a larger business. In the future, you may not only manage a store, but a region, a city, or even an industry.”
Promotion, raise, reaching the pinnacle of life—a wonderful life is just around the corner.
After he finished speaking, the conference room fell into a brief silence.
Then--
"Crack, crack, crack..."
It's unclear who started it, but applause rang out. Soon, the applause became a continuous roar, echoing like thunder throughout the conference room. Everyone stood up, clapping vigorously, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Especially the store managers. Most of them have little education—some graduated from secondary school, and some didn't even finish secondary school. In Hong Kong, it's not easy for them to find a decent job.
While being a Burger King store manager isn't as prestigious as being an office worker, it's still a management position. You're sheltered from the elements and enjoy good benefits—higher pay than regular servers, bonuses, year-end bonuses, and top performers get training at headquarters.
Now, the boss is telling them that the company is going public and will develop more industries in the future, so they will still have the opportunity to climb the ladder!
How could this not be exciting?
Moreover, once Burger King goes public, they can proudly tell others: I work for a publicly listed company.
That feeling was completely different.
The applause lasted for a long time, and only gradually subsided when Qin Hao raised his hand to signal for it to end.
"Alright," Qin Hao said with a smile, "Your respective department heads will arrange the specific work arrangements. Meeting adjourned, everyone go back and prepare for the year-end activities."
The store managers left the meeting room one after another, but each of them walked briskly with smiles on their faces, discussing the news they had just heard.
After everyone left, only Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing remained in the conference room.
Zhao Yajing turned off the projector, turned around, looked at Qin Hao, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars.
Qin Hao found her gaze somewhat amusing:
"What, never seen a handsome guy before? Why are you staring at me like that?"
“I see handsome guys every day.” Zhao Yajing walked up to Qin Hao with a smile, put her arm around his neck, and said playfully in Cantonese, “But you look especially handsome today.”
Her voice was soft and had a coquettish tone.
Qin Hao joked:
"Stop flattering me. Hurry up and pack your things, we're going to Shenzhen later. What time did you arrange to meet with that Longke guy?"
"Don't worry, it's at six o'clock tonight." Zhao Yajing let go of his hand, pursed her lips, and said proudly, "When have I, Zhao Yajing, ever neglected important matters?"
As she spoke, she began tidying up the documents on the table, her movements swift and efficient.
Qin Hao looked at her and smiled. That's just how this woman is; she's decisive and efficient at work, but loves to act cute and charming in private, switching between the two states with ease.
"That's good. Things in Shenzhen are very important; we can't afford any mistakes."
"Okay." Zhao Yajing put the documents into her briefcase. "I'll go change my clothes, I'll be right there."
Half an hour later, the two set off in their car.
The car exited the Middle Ring Road and headed north along the highway. The afternoon sun slanted in, casting warm dappled light inside the car. Zhao Yajing sat in the passenger seat, flipping through documents in her hands, occasionally glancing up at the scenery outside the window.
More than an hour later, the car approached the Sha Tau Kok checkpoint.
The atmosphere here is noticeably different. Checkpoints have been set up along the road, with police and border guards on duty, checking passing vehicles and pedestrians. Long lines of vehicles are waiting, moving slowly forward.
Zhao Yajing suddenly exclaimed "Huh?", put down the file, and looked out the window:
"The number of people at border control today seems to be much higher than usual."
Indeed, there were significantly more police officers and border guards on duty than usual, and the checks were exceptionally thorough. Every vehicle had to stop, every person had to show their identification, and their trunks had to be opened for inspection.
As Qin Hao slowly drove forward, he said softly:
"Not surprising. The deadline for Sino-British negotiations is next year. It would be abnormal if the investigation wasn't thorough."
His tone was calm, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
Negotiations between China and Britain regarding the future of Hong Kong began in 1982 and have been ongoing for over a year. Significant differences remain between the two sides, and progress has been slow. Public anxiety is high in Hong Kong, and many are beginning to emigrate overseas. Border controls have also become increasingly stringent to prevent illegal border crossings.
The car slowly moved to the checkpoint. A policeman walked over and knocked on the car window.
Qin Hao rolled down the car window and handed over the restricted area pass—which he had specifically applied for beforehand to go to Shenzhen for business.
The police officer took the identification, examined it carefully, compared it to Qin Hao's face, and then asked:
What are you going to Shenzhen for?
"Let's talk business," Qin Hao replied calmly.
Who else is on the bus?
"My girlfriend is also a business partner."
The police checked Zhao Yajing's documents again, then walked to the back of the car and gestured for her to open the trunk.
Qin Hao got out of the car and opened the trunk. Inside were only some documents and a few bottles of water; there were no contraband items.
The police officer checked everything and waved his hand.
"Okay, let's go."
Qin Hao got back into the car and slowly drove past the checkpoint. But they hadn't gone far when they encountered a second checkpoint—this one was a border patrol checkpoint.
The same process is repeated once more. Show your identification, answer questions, and have your vehicle inspected.
This time the inspection was more thorough. Border guards even shone flashlights under the vehicle to confirm that no one was hiding there.
The whole process took nearly forty minutes.
After finally passing all the checks and driving into the Shatoujiao area, Zhao Yajing breathed a sigh of relief:
"My God, the checks are so strict today."
The car continued along the street and soon arrived at Chung Ying Street.
This famous street remains bustling. The street isn't wide, but it's lined with shops selling everything imaginable—clothing, electronics, daily necessities, food… a dazzling array. Pedestrians come and go, the sounds of bargaining rising and falling, creating a vibrant, everyday atmosphere.
But upon closer inspection, an invisible line can be seen running down the center of the street. One side of the line leads to Hong Kong, and the other to Shenzhen. Subtle differences exist in the architectural styles, shop types, and even the clothing of pedestrians on both sides.
Qin Hao slowed down and drove slowly through Chung Ying Street. The tension brought by the border checkpoint gradually faded away as the bustling scene along the street came into play.
But soon, new "trouble" arrived.
Several vendors, upon seeing the car with Hong Kong license plates, immediately surrounded it, eagerly promoting their various goods.
"Boss, would you like a digital watch? Authentic Hong Kong style, really cool!"
"Boss, do you want a radio? It's a genuine Sanyo brand!"
"Boss, take a look at this calculator, it's imported from Japan!"
They peered through the car windows, holding the goods close to the glass with eager eyes.
Zhao Yajing frowned and pulled her sunglasses down a little:
"Check the license plate."
The vendors paused, then looked at the license plate—it was indeed a Hong Kong plate. Why would someone from Hong Kong buy these "Hong Kong goods" here?
Qin Hao smiled, stepped on the gas, and the car drove out of Chung Ying Street.
Leaving Yantian and entering Luohu District, the scenery changes again.
If Chung Ying Street represents bustling urban life, then Luohu is a scene of fervent activity. Construction sites are everywhere along the roads—some digging foundations, some pouring concrete, and some already having their frameworks erected. Cranes stand tall, machines roar, and dust flies everywhere. Workers, wearing hard hats, toil busily on the sites, like ants.
Various trucks, dump trucks, and construction vehicles roared past, with drivers flooring their accelerators as if racing against time.
Looking out the window, Zhao Yajing couldn't help but sigh:
"The speed of construction in Shenzhen is terrifying. Lao Qin, we need to join in as soon as possible. The further we go, the more marginal the plots of land we can get will be, and the lower their value will be."
Her tone was urgent.
Qin Hao smiled and said unhurriedly:
"Don't worry. As long as it's land in Shenzhen, it's bound to be good. What looks like the periphery now might be the center in two years. If all else fails, hold onto it for two years, then resell it for several times the profit."
"You have that much confidence in Shenzhen?" Zhao Yajing took off her sunglasses and looked at Qin Hao with some doubt. "Many people are still watching and waiting. Although it's a special economic zone, nobody knows how long the policies will last."
Qin Hao glanced at her, his eyes filled with a deeper meaning:
"You don't actually think that Hong Kong's development into what it is today is all thanks to the British, do you?"
Zhao Yajing was taken aback:
"What do you mean?"
"To put it bluntly, Hong Kong is the bridgehead for the mainland to connect with the world," Qin Hao said slowly. "Why did Britain want to manage Hong Kong well? It wasn't because they were so good to Hong Kong, but because Hong Kong could bring them benefits. Hong Kong's geographical location is too important—backed by the mainland and facing the world."
He paused, then continued:
"Now, the mainland's reform and opening up needs a new window. Why was Shenzhen designated as a special economic zone instead of Guangzhou? Because Shenzhen's geographical location is too important—it is adjacent to Hong Kong and can absorb Hong Kong's capital, technology, and management experience most quickly. As long as the reform and opening up policy remains unchanged, Shenzhen's development will be unstoppable."
Zhao Yajing's heart burned even hotter after hearing this. She put her sunglasses back on, but the excitement in her eyes was undeniable:
"That's true, but with such a big piece of meat, it's definitely better to eat it as soon as possible, right?"
"That depends on whether the Longke company you found is reliable or not," Qin Hao said.
"Don't worry," Zhao Yajing said confidently. "It's been almost half a year. Do you think I can't handle this? I already had Sha Mao figure him out. His old man is in charge of urban planning and has a lot of power. As long as we can get him on our side, getting the approval will be no problem at all."
Her tone was very confident, clearly indicating that she had done a lot of research.
Qin Hao nodded and said nothing more.
The car continued forward, heading towards Yuehao Seafood Restaurant.
……
5:30 PM, Yuehao Seafood Restaurant.
This is a newly opened upscale restaurant in Luohu District, Shenzhen. The decor is luxurious, and the owner is said to be from Hong Kong, specializing in high-end business banquets. Many cars were parked outside, including several luxury vehicles like Mercedes-Benz and BMW.
Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing entered the restaurant, gave their private room number, and the waiter warmly led them upstairs.
The private room was on the second floor and was called the "Peony Hall." Pushing open the door, the interior was very grandly decorated—mahogany tables and chairs, crystal chandeliers, traditional Chinese paintings hanging on the walls, and a blue and white porcelain vase in the corner.
Yang Shumo was already waiting inside. Seeing them enter, he immediately went up to Qin Hao and gave him a bear hug.
"Old Qin, you've finally arrived! I was worried you wouldn't make it back in time."
"We wasted some time going through border control." Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Have you ordered all the food?"
“It’s all ordered.” Yang Shumo said, pulling Qin Hao aside and lowering his voice, “This guy is really picky about food, he eats abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin and fish maw at every meal. I’ve spent over 200,000 yuan just on treating him to meals in the past six months.”
His tone was tinged with concern and dissatisfaction.
Qin Hao laughed:
"This is what they call 'you have to give before you can take.' You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."
He understood Yang Shumo's feelings. Two hundred thousand yuan was not a small sum in 1983. But for a business that could bring in tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan in profit, this investment was nothing.
Moreover, Qin Hao knew very well that people like Long Ke were actually selecting partners.
Those with little ability, who couldn't even afford a few meals, were immediately passed over. Those solely focused on making quick money were prone to causing trouble if pushed too hard, so they weren't worth getting close to. Only those like Zhao Yajing, who underwent a six-month long-term observation, never skimping on meals and giving perfectly appropriate gifts, would elicit a willingness to cooperate.
This is an unspoken rule.
“But this guy is really greedy.” Yang Shumo pointed to the blue and white porcelain vase on the table: “He said this broken vase is from the Ming Dynasty and wanted us to buy it for 200,000 yuan before we could talk about the rest.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Hao's expression changed slightly.
It's not that I'm unwilling to part with 200,000 yuan. Rather, this method of bribery is far too low-level and would easily give others ammunition against me.
"As long as we can get the approval slip, two hundred thousand it is." Zhao Yajing walked over and picked up the vase, playing with it in her hands. She didn't know much about antiques, but judging from the color of the vase, it didn't seem to be a genuine Ming Dynasty piece.
Qin Hao didn't speak, but just stared at the vase with a deep look in his eyes.
The three chatted for a while about the business situation of Burger King in Shenzhen.
Before we knew it, half an hour had passed.
"It's almost time, I'll go meet them," Yang Shumo said, glancing at his watch.
He went downstairs to wait for Long Ke. Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing were waiting in the private room.
But this wait lasted for half an hour.
Zhao Yajing was getting anxious, glancing at her watch and then at the door every now and then. Qin Hao, on the other hand, remained calm, leisurely sipping his tea as if he didn't care at all.
Finally, at 6:30, the door to the private room was pushed open.
Yang Shumao walked in, followed by a young man.
The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, not very tall, slightly overweight, and dressed in a designer suit—a Pierre Cardin, a Goldlion tie, and shiny leather shoes. His hair was slicked back, and he had an arrogant air about him; he was clearly the kind of spoiled brat who looked down on everyone.
"Longke, Leihou!" Zhao Yajing immediately put on a professional smile and stepped forward.
When Long Ke saw Zhao Yajing, his eyes lit up immediately:
"Miss Zhao, it's been a long time. You're still as beautiful as ever."
As he spoke, he naturally reached out his hand, wanting to shake Zhao Yajing's hand.
Zhao Yajing skillfully avoided it, subtly taking a half-step back and taking Qin Hao's arm:
"Longke, let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Qin Hao, who is also a major shareholder of Haoya Real Estate."
This action and introduction caused Long Ke's expression to change slightly.
He withdrew his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and looked Qin Hao up and down with a provocative look in his eyes:
"You're Ya Jing's boyfriend?"
His tone was very impolite, even somewhat contemptuous.
Qin Hao met his gaze and said calmly:
"Nice to meet you."
He didn't extend his hand, because judging from the other person's posture, it was unlikely they would shake hands. There was no need to make a fool of himself.
Seeing Qin Hao's composed demeanor, Long Ke felt even more displeased. He pointed at Zhao Yajing and Yang Shumo, and sneered:
"I see now. You never intended to cooperate in the first place. I think we should skip this meal. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."
As he spoke, he turned to leave.
Zhao Yajing panicked and quickly stepped forward:
"Long Ke, please don't misunderstand..."
But before she could finish speaking, Qin Hao suddenly moved.
Qin Hao walked to the table, picked up the blue and white porcelain vase, glanced at it, and then—
"Snapped!"
He casually tossed it on the ground.
The vase shattered into pieces, shards of porcelain flying everywhere.
The private room fell silent instantly.
Everyone was stunned.
Yang Shumao's mind went blank; he couldn't understand why Qin Hao was doing this. Zhao Yajing's heart sank, and she lamented—it's over; all her efforts over the past six months have been wasted.
Long Ke turned around, his face ashen as he looked at the shards on the ground. He stared at Qin Hao, his eyes fierce.
"What do you mean? You're challenging me, aren't you? Let me tell you, I'll make sure you can't make a living in Shenzhen anymore, believe it or not?"
But Qin Hao remained calm. He dusted off his hands, looked at Long Ke, and said casually:
"What era are we living in? Longke is still playing these tricks from the Qing Dynasty. Isn't that a bit too low-class?"
"Lowering your value? What do you mean?" Long Ke was taken aback.
"I say this way of giving gifts is too low-class," Qin Hao bluntly stated. "Don't you feel uncomfortable spending money like this?"
Long Ke was taken aback by what he said, and the anger on his face subsided slightly, but he remained defiant:
"Then tell me, what are some trendy ways to give gifts?"
Qin Hao smiled. He walked up to Long Ke, looked at him, and asked:
"Long Ke, have you ever watched Hong Kong movies?"
"Nonsense." Long Ke curled his lip. "I have a mountain of DVDs at home. What kind of movie haven't I seen!"
"Has Long Ke ever made a movie?" Qin Hao continued to ask.
"Make a movie?" Long Ke was taken aback again: "What do you mean?"
Qin Hao said seriously:
"I just invested in a movie. It's directed and starring Michael Hui, and the original cast of 'The Modern Bodyguard' is back. I wonder if Longke would be interested in investing some money?"
Long Ke's eyes lit up instantly.
But he quickly calmed down, and said dismissively:
"You think it's true just because you say so? And how can you guarantee it will definitely make money? Lots of movies lose money."
"Movies are bound to have both profits and losses," Qin Hao readily admitted. "But we can sign a contract. If the movie loses money, this money will be considered a loan from you, and we'll repay you with interest. If the movie makes money, we'll share the profits according to our investment ratio. What do you think, Longke?"
This solution is ingenious.
If the movie loses money, you can get your money back, only losing some interest. If the movie makes money, you can openly share the profits through a formal contract, which is legal and compliant.
It's much safer than buying and selling antiques.
Long Ke fell into deep thought.
A two-minute silence fell over the private room. Zhao Yajing and Yang Shumo were on tenterhooks, barely daring to breathe.
Finally, Long Ke smiled.
"Haha!" He laughed loudly, patting Qin Hao on the shoulder. "I knew it, Miss Zhao's boyfriend is no ordinary person. Today, I'll make you my friend!"
Zhao Yajing breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally at ease. She quickly said to Yang Shumao:
"What are you waiting for? Call the waiter for the food!"
Yang Shumo then realized what was happening and quickly pressed the service bell.
Qin Hao smiled and extended his hand:
"Then it'll be a pleasure doing business with you?"
Long Ke smiled, grasped Qin Hao's hand, and shook it vigorously:
"Absolutely! You know I love Hong Kong movies. Investing in Michael Hui's movies is a real status symbol!"
The atmosphere immediately eased.
The waiter quickly served the dishes. Abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, and other delicacies filled the table. A bottle of Moutai was also opened, its aroma filling the air.
The four men clinked glasses, chatting and laughing. Long Ke was clearly pleased and became more talkative.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Long Ke, holding Qin Hao's hand, said through his drunken slurred speech:
"President Qin, can you give me a hint? What kind of building are you planning to build?"
Qin Hao put down his wine glass and said seriously:
"I plan to build the most luxurious residential community in Shenzhen."
"A residential community?" Long Ke was stunned. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by a residential community?"
Qin Hao explained:
“Currently, the buildings being constructed in Shenzhen are either office buildings or residential buildings. Other supporting facilities—shopping malls, parks, schools, and hospitals—are completely lacking. Residents find it very inconvenient to live there.”
He paused, then continued:
"What our company is going to build is a residential community that integrates residential buildings, shopping malls, green parks, and even schools and hospitals. In short, once you enter this community, you can meet all your living needs. You can shop, take walks, go to school, and see a doctor without leaving the community."
After hearing Qin Hao's explanation, Long Ke was shocked.
He opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time. After a while, he finally asked:
"How much land do you need?"
"The more the better," Qin Hao said. "The larger the community and the more complete the supporting facilities, the stronger its appeal."
"But do you have that much money to develop it?" Longke questioned. "Such a large project requires a significant amount of money."
Qin Hao smiled. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Long Ke:
"Longke, my company in Hong Kong will be listed next year."
“After the IPO, we will raise a large amount of funds. Moreover, even if my own funds are not enough, I will not have to worry about raising funds with my connections. HSBC and Shi Group are our partners.”
Looking at Qin Hao's confident demeanor, Long Ke's doubts gradually dissipated.
He thought for a moment and said:
"If that's the case... then I need to go back and discuss it with the old man. I can't make the decision on such a big project by myself."
He paused, then made a promise:
"How about this, I'll give you a definite answer tomorrow afternoon!"
Qin Hao raised his glass:
"Okay, then I'll wait for Longke's good news."
"cheers!"
The four wine glasses clinked together, producing a crisp sound. (End of Chapter)