Great Power

"Tao? I don't say that she is investing in real estate. She is now afraid that she was persuaded by her boyfriend—"

Yang Na frowned and knew that Zheng Jianguo had misunderstood. However, when her voice fell, Zheng Jianguo's voice followed: "Of course, these are my own guesses. Maybe she is right? For example, the house price will increase by 10,000 yuan. Hong Kong dollars?"

"Okay, then I know—"

After changing English to Mandarin, Yang Na wanted to hand over the phone to Zheng Donghua, who was next to her, when she heard a word suddenly coming from the phone: "Hani, do you know Rafi?"

"Why do you want to ask about wine? Lafite, Latour, Mouton, Margaux, and Confetti from the top five French wineries, would you drink it?"

Subconsciously raised her brows, Yang Na knows this guy’s attitude towards drinks. She knows how to drink, but she won’t drink it when she is free. However, the next moment an unbelievable thought came to her mind: "You don’t Would you like to buy a winery?"

"No, no, I heard people say that these wines are very good, so I wonder if I can make a reservation in advance, such as next year, or the next year—"

Zheng Jianguo didn’t even think about buying Rafi’s winery, because he knew that the owner of this winery was the Rothschild who was described as the boss of the underground world decades later and possessed several trillion dollars in invisible property. Family owned.

This is also one of the few "super families" that Zheng Jianguo can find in his memory. He just has a little money and a bright future. Naturally, he will not go to eat and be full, but he hasn't waited for his words to finish. I listened to Yang Na’s voice from the microphone: "Now French wines are not easy to sell because of the Bordeaux fake wine case, so you don’t need to book the entitlement to buy the quantity you want at a very low price. You don’t want to buy a few bottles to taste or collect, do you?"

"Hani, this is what we call heart-spirited, right? This is because of the idea you just suggested. For example, after you buy the estate, we store a batch of wine in. We all know that the price of aged wine will slowly rise. Just like now, although the price of Lafite is low due to the fake wine case, it still cannot prevent the high price of Lafite in 1961—"

The Bordeaux counterfeit wine case in 1973 was a sensation. When Zheng Jianguo asked people about good wines, he heard some American domestic wines. After others learned that he was talking about French Lafite, they popularized him. This was the sensational case of the year—the fake alcohol case that ended with the company’s failure in 1979 last year.

"This one--"

Hearing the kind sweet words, Yang Na subconsciously glanced at Zheng Donghua next to her. Unexpectedly, the fourth aunt was looking at the invincible single eyelid unique to the old Zheng family, and she also spoke in Mandarin: "If it is from For the purpose of investment, wine is indeed very valuable, and it is also like what you said. Now the market is not good and the sales are sluggish. The best is only a few francs per bottle. It is indeed possible to buy a batch of it. It happens that my mother knows the Rothschilds, how much do you plan to buy?"

"A few francs? Is it a first-class winery? How about buying a hundred thousand bottles?"

Hearing the price, Zheng Jianguo almost couldn't believe it. At this moment, the exchange rate of franc and US dollar is almost the same, and it is only a few hundred thousand when converted into a hundred thousand bottles of US dollars. If you think about it this way, it feels too cheap, just listen. Yang Na instantly raised a few decibels and said, "One hundred thousand bottles? Are you really planning to invest in a wave?"

“It’s 100,000 bottles per year. This will make them cheaper, and then our company will gradually grow bigger. You can use these wines as gifts for employees during the New Year’s and holidays, or you can use them at parties and parties— —"

Regarding wine, Zheng Jianguo remembers not much, except for Lafite, which is Moutai: "Considering the domestic situation, I actually plan to store a batch of Moutai. It just happens that those yards can be cleaned up and used as warehouses—"

"Customers like you who bring their own drinks will not be welcomed by the hotel—"

Holding the phone in a daze, Yang Na took a long time to say such a sentence. Of course she knew that the price of more wine would be cheaper, especially the French wine merchants who were affected by the fake wine case. Unsure of what I heard: "Every year—so many? Then you need to buy a manor with a huge wine storage—"

"Of course, the old manor can only be bought by people with status and identity. Now that you have a suitable one, it is not bad to buy it as a home-"

Looking at Zheng Jianguo’s fourth sister, listening to the blurry lips on his mouth, Yang Na suddenly looked a little strange and dodges her eyes, knowing that this guy’s thoughts can’t be changed by herself, so she couldn’t help but say: "Sister Donghua wants to give Say a few words—"

"Ask him why he buys so much wine?"

As Zheng Donghua took the call, Xiaomei Du, who was already wide-eyed next to her, stared at her: "If you don't tell me, I will tell him, net money is not used as money——"

"Auntie, Jianguo purchases drinks for the sake of giving them as gifts in the future. His idea is pretty good—"

Yang Na, who has lived in France since she was a child, knows better about the vintages of high-end wines. The more high-end wines are stored, the more valuable they are, especially when she wandered around at various party parties and receptions some time ago. Since the dim appreciation can offset the concept of inflation, in the future, even if the money is really used, you can find wine merchants to sell it. Of course, in the face of Du Xiaomei, she does not need to say so much: "It can be regarded as reducing future procurement costs. "

"Jianguo said that he bought it for the company and didn't spend his own money."

When Zheng Donghua repeated Zheng Jianguo’s reply with a weird face, Yang Na happened to finish explaining to Du Xiaomei, but this situation appeared immediately after lying in front of her old lady, and Zheng Fugui next to him could not help but sigh: "Oh. ——"

With a nameless sigh on his mouth, Zheng Fugui raised his hands and left the hall without looking at Xiaomei Du’s face. Zheng Qiuhua, who was holding the washbasin and letting out the hot water, quickly followed out the door and leaned against the vine. Little Sister Du in the chair raised her hand and said, "Give me the microphone--"

"Oh, Jianguo, my mother wants to talk to you."

After Zheng Donghua finished speaking to the phone, she quickly squeezed the microphone into Du Xiaomei's hands, then turned around and went out with her head down. If Yang Na was not there, she would stay, but the old lady was obviously going to get angry. If she stayed, she might see the ugly scenes of Yang Na, so she went to the yard and saw Zheng Fugui who was about to go out, and quickly said: "Father, we are going to start dinner soon, don't go far away--"

"Okay, I'll walk around the door."

Zheng Fugui looked at the Tianjie not far away with his hands behind his back. He felt that Zheng Jianguo, a kid who bought a yard, would be good at buying it. According to the neighbors next door, this was the place where high-ranking officials and dignitaries lived before. It was just the freshness of these days. After the child, I felt that there was nothing more than a wider road, a higher car, and a higher building.

When Zheng Fugui stood at the door and looked far away, two 202 jeeps were separated from the shuttle traffic on the road, and he stopped at the corner of the hutong entrance with his sight. A faint voice came from the jeep ahead: "Steel Brother, your car skills are getting better and better, do you want your brother to become a gecko and climb out—"

"It will be possible to tell if there is a car coming, let's make a lane so that people can walk--"

Yang Gang got out of the car and looked around at the front and back. At this time, Zhao Yuan in the back seat got out of the car and looked at Zheng Fugui, who was curiously looking forward, and listened to Zhao Liangliang who got out of the car and said: "That's Zheng Jianguo's old man, I have seen him in his photos--"

"I didn't expect it to be so well packed--"

Guo Huaihuai got out of the car and looked at the top of the green brick and green tile wall. The courtyard was touched by someone at the housing management office, so he still remembers what it was like before: "The bricks on this wall were all chalked before. There are still glass ballasts smeared with shit, no wonder Hao Yun has to touch the old yard where there is demolished, this is a renewal of the old—"

"Okay, you have money now, so you can do it all by yourself--"

Yang Lie in the car behind got out of the car, carrying a packaged dim sum in both hands, and then raised his chin to the rear car and said: "Hurry up, it's almost twelve o'clock, and those who don't know think you are here. Cengfan, who came to visit the patient at 12 o'clock?"

"Then hurry up, Liangliang will start—"

With the sound, a big black man came down from the car again, mixed with a strong nasal sound, the urn sound was assigned, and Zhao Liangliang led Yang Gang to the front, looking at Zheng Fugui, who was touching a few people at the door, with a smile on his face. He opened his mouth: "Uncle Zheng, hello, we are friends from Jianguo. I heard that my aunt was unwell the other day, so I came over and have a look—"

"Ah, Jianguo friends, what else do you bring with you? Come home, come home."

Zheng Fugui's complexion changed slightly with a bright smile, and when he greeted a few people, he turned and walked home. Zhao Liangliang who followed and saw a young girl washing vegetables by the pool in the yard, Yang Gang listened behind him Guo Huaihuai quickly said hello: "Sister Sister!"

"Oh, here you are—"

Zheng Qiuhua doesn't remember Guo Huaihuai's name, but vaguely remembers the last time I met Luo Gang. At this time, she shook the water on her hand and heard six or seven people speak together: "Sister!"

"You are here, sit in the house~"

Subconsciously speaking, Zheng Qiuhua also sent a few people to the door of the house. After watching a few people enter, she greeted the old lady Du Xiaomei. Zheng Fugui had already reached the west wing of the main hall and found out seven or eight horses: "Autumn Flower Go and bring the tea tray and teapot—"

"Uncle, you don't have to be polite, Sister, we still have business, you don't have to be so polite—"

Yang Gang greeted Zhao Liangliang after he had met people, but Zheng Qiuhua quickly turned around and saw Zheng Donghua still holding a phone in her hand and saying: "Jianguo, your friend Guo Huaihuai, Zhao Liangliang, they are here to visit our mother— —"

"Oh, Brother Zhao is back, then the person he brought is not an outsider, so you just gave him the call."

Zheng Jianguo didn't expect such a coincidence, but he calculated it in his mind. Now it is more than two months before the rise of the wire. Don't talk about the income or anything. If his idea can come true, then he can be regarded as standing in the hearts of a few people. With prestige, plus the fact that the old lady went to the capital for surgery, it is no surprise that these few can appear at home: "I will tell him about the Maotai."

"Okay, Brother Zhao, Jianguo wants to talk to you about something."

Zheng Donghua turned her head and put the phone on the table. Zhao Liangliang didn't expect to be so coincidental, watching Yang Gang and Zhao Yuan, who were chatting with Xiaomei Du, as soon as they looked up, he also got up and picked it up from the table. Phone: "Jianguo, it's so late and haven't rested yet?"

"Brother Zhao, today is hard to say, I will tell you when you come back."

After thinking about what happened today, Zheng Jianguo didn’t think much about it. He knew that he couldn’t talk about it on the phone. Instead, he didn’t wait for the other person to speak. He said, “I’ve bought a lot of the yard at home. I was empty, I just wanted to buy something to store, so I thought of you, I plan to buy a batch of Moutai, the better the vintage, the better the vintage, of course, it is also produced now, just thinking of your ready-made outlets——"

"It's okay if you want to buy something, but we have left two copies for you in this one—"

Hearing Zheng Jianguo's first opening of the outlets, Zhao Liangliang didn't care about the occasion and said it directly. They originally thought they were divided, but after touching their heads several times later, Zhao Yuan sighed. It was suggested that this one could not be eliminated, so after eight people, the remaining two were hung on his head, but there was no chance to say it.

"I don't want that, you can save it later to see if there is a suitable person."

Zheng Jianguo directly refused. His current positioning of the outlets is to support these people. If he holds a molecule again, it is equivalent to leaving a handle: "Of course, my suggestion is that you should not give this molecule to others. Last year There are many droughts and floods in the country. If you really want to do your best, just buy something and send it to you. It’s better for you guys.

"This, I will discuss with Brother Gang and them."

Zhao Liangliang frowned and didn't go to see a few people, but continued to speak, "How are you going to do it?"

"You collect Moutai according to my requirements, and then I will ask Jianguo Company to buy it from you with foreign exchange certificates in the name of purchasing public liquor. Of course, you have to trade through the company on a business-to-business basis. How many--"

Since he was facing Zhao Liangliang, Zheng Jianguo did not wait for Yang Na to tell. When talking about storing a batch of red wine, he remembered the domestic Maotai at this time. He had no doubt that the production value in 1980 was 8 yuan. Maotai can be appreciated to 8,000 yuan in 30 years.

Moutai and red wine are both consumer varieties. How much money will the local tyrants in the future have if one bottle is less than one bottle? Even if there is no one to speculate on these two in the future, Zheng Jianguo doesn't mind going off the market to speculate. Of course At this time, I have to say the purpose, that is, let the person in charge of the branch have some foreign exchange in his hands: "It just happened that the bank issued foreign exchange certificates yesterday--"