Du Zhaohui glanced sideways at people.
Huo Chenzhou wasn’t nervous either.
“I was just expressing some thoughts from people at Dongfeng Holdings, not my views. An investment company that can easily make 400 million Hong Kong dollars – I don’t think it should only exist for these few short months.”
What good was getting that 40 million Hong Kong dollars?
Money always gets spent.
No one keeps that much cash in their account – money can’t outrun inflation. There need to be channels for money to make more money!
Huo Chenzhou hoped more for Qihang Capital to become a long-term, stable investment company rather than split up after distributing profits.
Xia Xiaolan’s smile faded, though her face lost its previous sharpness:
“For long-term cooperation, there are natural methods. So shall we not distribute this money for now?”
Everyone present agreed with this proposal.
They practically wanted to raise both hands and feet in agreement.
Xia Xiaolan was speechless, “Aren’t any of you going to ask how I plan to invest this money?”
Everyone’s faces might as well have been written with “whatever you want” and “doesn’t matter.”
Du Zhaohui very cooperatively asked with a grin:
“So how do you want to use it?”
“I want to wait until the stock market stabilizes a bit, then bottom-fish some company stocks suitable for long-term holding, or maybe buy more properties.”
Xia Xiaolan’s plans weren’t complicated.
Once December passed, this wave of Hong Kong stock crashes would stabilize.
Now, people everywhere in Hong Kong are selling properties to save their stocks. Property prices were lower than before the crash. Anyway, Hong Kong property prices would only rise steadily until 1997 arrived. As long as they choose carefully, this could also be considered a long-term asset.
For example, the office building Xia Xiaolan bought for 26 million Hong Kong dollars – if she had waited until now to buy it, she could have saved two or three million Hong Kong dollars.
But she didn’t care about this price difference. Without making a high-profile property purchase, she couldn’t have lured Xia Ziyu into the trap.
Xia Xiaolan established more comprehensive rules and regulations in front of the shareholders.
She might not be able to stay at Qihang Capital every day, but all important decisions had to go through her. This “Boss Xia” should also get an annual salary, right?
The profit distribution mechanism also needed to be established – all distributions would be at year-end, and they couldn’t rush to distribute after every profit.
So the 400 million earned from this crash would wait until next month to distribute. They would see how much Qihang had spent by then, and only then could they take out a portion of the remaining funds for distribution – no rules, no structure!
For an investment company, besides investing in listed company stocks and real estate, there were naturally other channels… Entrepreneurs developing emerging products, like Xu Jing and Ma Hai, could invest more in those.
Generally, promising ones would be left for Qihang Capital to invest in.
Especially promising ones, like companies that didn’t exist yet but would be worth over 100 billion in the future – ahem, she would invest in those privately.
No doubt about it, this was Xia Xiaolan – her saint and shameless attributes had definitely achieved a wonderful balance!
“If no one has objections, let’s adjourn. Everyone rarely comes to Hong Kong, to stay and play for a few days. The company will cover the hospitality expenses, how about that?”
Du Zhaohui was delighted:
“I must act as host, let me pay, give me a chance to perform.”
Yes, Du Zhaohui had stepped up in crisis, managing Cheng Rong Group for almost two months. During the crash, though Cheng Rong Group faced internal and external troubles, tossing in the storm, hadn’t it survived?
It hadn’t fallen.
It was a fucking miracle.
Although it hadn’t shown much vitality, wasn’t everyone struggling to get by? Suddenly Cheng Rong Group’s chaos didn’t seem so conspicuous.
Those wanting to seize power, none submitting to others, might as well let Du Zhaohui keep the position.
Under multiple checks and balances, Du Zhaohui had truly stabilized his position.
Mainly because the Du family hadn’t given him too much trouble.
The most capable troublemaker, Du Zhaoqi, was still detained in mainland China. The Second Concubine went from cursing loudly at first to repeatedly traveling between the mainland and Hong Kong several times herself, but still couldn’t get Du Zhaoqi out. She had already softened towards Du Zhaohui.
As long as Du Zhaohui would show mercy to Du Zhaoqi, the Second Concubine was willing to compromise on inheritance matters.
Du Zhaohui sneered. He had personally set up Du Zhaoqi’s trap – impossible to show mercy without crushing him completely.
Moreover, it wasn’t under his control now – it was up to the mainland government how to handle Du Zhaoqi.
As for Xia Ziyu’s side, she had lost 70 million in the crash.
She was hospitalized for pregnancy care for half a month and only discharged a few days ago.
After discharge was still miserable – she hadn’t repaid the 30 million borrowed from the Lu family. The Lu family not directly taking her house was already giving face to the Du family.
As for the Third Branch, they were pacified by those supposedly nonexistent inheritance rumors, quietly waiting to inherit.
Fools – even if such a will existed, with Du Zhaohui’s temperament, how could he give several hundred million to the Third Branch?
Anyway, Du Chengrong still lay unconscious in the hospital, and Du Zhaohui as the acting head had established himself.
Du Chengrong had been unconscious for two months.
If unconscious for two years, even waking wouldn’t matter… Except for the name, Cheng Rong Group had probably been replaced from top to bottom by Du Zhaohui.
The previous Du Zhaohui was a lone commander, now he wasn’t called Young Master Du, but President Du.
President Du was surrounded daily by countless flatterers. If he wanted to host Huo Chenzhou and others for food and drinks in Hong Kong, he would certainly arrange everything perfectly.
Since Qihang’s investment business was finished, they could discuss other private matters.
Chen Xiliang came forward:
“Director Wang’s TV series is finished filming, Aunt, do you want to watch it?”
Finished?
Just half a year – quite fast!
“It’s a modern drama, filming needs to be faster. No need for sets, we provided locations and costumes, and filming progress was especially smooth.”
Chen Xiliang explained.
Xia Xiaolan thought it made sense. “Dream of the Red Chamber” and “Journey to the West” required nationwide location shooting – one classical, one fantasy. The former needed a year just to cultivate the actors’ classical temperament. How could it compare to the smoothness of filming a modern drama?
“I won’t watch the TV series. When there’s an edited version, send it to my mom, call my aunt too, or call all your family members. If they say it’s good, then send it directly to TV stations for broadcast. It’s almost year-end, perfect timing for broadcast!”
TV series were meant for ordinary people to watch. Movies had test screenings – Xia Xiaolan thought TV series could have test screenings too.
Comrade A-fen was addicted to following dramas.
Entertainment options were limited these days – rarely were there people who didn’t like watching TV series.
Xia Xiaolan felt this advertising and promotion effect would be good.
She didn’t care whether Yu Shihua was sincerely helping Du Zhaohui. If the other party wanted to compete with her for the mainland women’s clothing market, Xia Xiaolan would not back down.
“Ask Director Wang what procedures are needed to send mainland TV series to broadcast in Hong Kong.”
Ah?
Send it to Hong Kong too?
Chen Xiliang’s look at Xia Xiaolan was already one of awe.
A true boss, untouchable.
Xia Xiaolan had just thought of it. If Hong Kong dramas could enter the mainland market, why not the reverse? As long as the series was filmed well, there was no fear of incompatibility.
As for not knowing people at TV stations… Ha, now when she went out, others actively wanted to know her!