Big Data Cultivation
/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 857 – Chapter 857 Chapter 857 Making Health
Chapter 857: Chapter 857 Making Health-Preserving Liquor Chapter 857: Chapter 857 Making Health-Preserving Liquor Talented indeed, Feng Jun watched General Manager Han and silently gave him a mental thumbs-up.
The approval process for new drugs was long indeed, and health products weren't necessarily quicker; perhaps adding the word “food” might make a bit of a difference. The health product wars of the late last century had not been so long ago–less than twenty years–who could forget?
Drug regulations were stringent, the profits of health products were laid out there, and so were their notorious reputations–did they really think others were fools?
But no matter what, the drug approval process was a tough nut to crack, whereas the environment for health products was much more lenient.
Even in Feng Jun's heart, the initial idea was to market his drugs as “health products” and sell them off that way.
So he was quite in agreement with General Manager Han's train of thought–for someone without a medical practice license, what drugs could he sell? Might as well sell health products.
But now he didn't want to operate that way, so he just faintly smiled, “I'm not interested in health products either. General Manager Han, do you have any other instructions?”
General Manager Han was stunned for a moment before he lowered his voice and asked, “I've heard that Master Feng, you might be experiencing some financial tightness recently… Of course, if it's just idle talk, please don't blame me for believing rumors too quickly.”
“It's true, I'm a bit tight on funds,” Feng Jun nods honestly. Being poor was just that, what's the shame? Not facing it was the real embarrassment, “But if I really set my mind to it, there are plenty of places I can make money… I don't know if you believe that?”
Not to mention much, he could predict stock market fluctuations, so taking a couple of turns in the international futures market and making a few billion was child's play, wasn't it?
“Well… of course I believe,” General Manager Han hesitated for about a tenth of a second before he nodded decisively.
With an unhurried tone, Feng Jun put it this way, “That's why, I just want to make some money quietly.”
In the end, he did not discuss cooperation with General Manager Han.
But in this world, when one door closes, another opens. Three days after his conversation with General Manager Han, Feng Jun ran into an acquaintance… if someone he'd met briefly could be considered an acquaintance.
It was the youth, seventeen or eighteen years old, who had helped him save people on the day of the car accident in Peach Blossom Valley, who came to Luohua Manor.
By rights, he shouldn't have been able to enter the manor, and he didn't even have Feng Jun's phone number, but that wasn't important. He took out his mobile phone and asked the gatekeeper, “It's this person… His surname should be Feng, he belongs to this place, right?”
The two gatekeepers exchanged a look: Elder Feng rarely allowed photographs, and since this kid had taken so many, they decided to report it.
The youth didn't come alone; behind him was a girl, around twenty-three or twenty-four years of age, with an average appearance but a rather decent demeanor.
Through the surveillance monitor, Feng Jun saw the two of them and recognized the youth. Originally planning to let them into the manor, he thought about it and then had Li Shishi drive him to the mountain gate.
After meeting them, Feng Jun led them in and sat down in the pavilion by the number one pump, directing Li Shishi to boil water and make tea for them.
The youth was named Wang Yunhai, and the woman who came with him was his cousin, Sheng Xiaofeng.
Not long after they sat down, Wang Yunhai mentioned he had a video on hand, “…It's you urging everyone to help open the car doors, which can prove that we were all eager to save people from the beginning.”
Feng Jun nodded and casually inquired, “So why didn't you post the video, is it because you have too few followers?”
“I heard you were complaining about them,” the youth replied proudly, pleased with his well-informed sources, “otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find this place… I think this video would be more meaningful in your hands.”
“That… makes sense,” Feng Jun nodded with a smile, speaking straightforwardly to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, “What do you expect to get out of this?”
“I don't expect to get anything,” Wang Yunhai answered proudly, “we helped people out of goodwill and can't let them slander us like this; I want to uphold justice.”
So he was a youth with a sense of justice… Feng Jun smiled, “But justice shouldn't be upheld for nothing, otherwise it's too cheap… What kind of business does your family do? I'll give you some support.”
Now he was fully qualified to talk this way. Including the workers at Luohua Manor and guests like Elder Yuan, the number had already exceeded fifty, nearly a hundred in fact. Even if the other party's family sold grain and oil, the manor's demand could match that of a small restaurant.
Wang Yunhai thought for a moment and honestly answered that his father was a laid-off worker who had made some money driving trucks and now was in the tobacco and alcohol wholesale business, representing a few minor brands.
In current society, there were many like him, with no fixed industry: whatever made money was the way to go. Nonetheless, it seemed his father had some economic strength.
Feng Jun pondered, considering procuring a batch of tobacco and alcohol… but was that a little inconsequential?
At this moment, Wang Yunhai's cousin, Sheng Xiaofeng, spoke up, “President Feng, about that Vacheron Constantin on your wrist… how much do you want for it?”
Feng Jun looked at her with surprise and thought to himself, “Aren't you focusing on the wrong thing here? “Someone gave it to me. I don't really understand the model and stuff, probably… over two million.”
“I knew it!” Sheng Xiaofeng clapped her hands, speaking excitedly, “I said so, someone who can wear this watch, how could they ask for a huge amount of treatment costs? When you were pulling the car door, you almost knocked the watch crystal.”
It turned out she had some knowledge about luxury goods. When she watched the video of her cousin saving someone, she perceptively noticed that the man who lent a hand wasn't just ordinarily rich. He was wearing an ensemble that was worth a fortune, and the watch on his wrist… was enough to buy several Cadillacs.
She suggested to her cousin to post the video online and add some analysis to it, at least it could attract another wave of attention.
However, Wang Yunhai believed that we should learn the “bait and slap” tactic, let them be smug for a while, wait until they have exposed all that needed to be exposed, and then swiftly counter them. Wouldn't that be better?
This guy had a bit of a wicked taste, but it was exactly because of this that he didn't release the video. It wasn't until later that he found out that Feng Jun had actually hired a lawyer and sued the other party.
He had always greatly admired Feng Jun. Now that he heard he was a billionaire, he was even more eager to befriend him, thinking that although holding onto this evidence wasn't very useful to him, giving it to the other party might work wonders.
Feng Jun looked at Sheng Xiaofeng curiously, “Not bad with your observations. Where do you work?”
Sheng Xiaofeng was in her first year of graduate studies, about to enter the second year, and she said with a smile that when she was free, she would do some part-time work on Taotao Net, “…Not as a model, just brushing orders.”
Brushing orders… Why not set up a Taobao shop to sell health supplements? Feng Jun stroked his chin, but the next moment, he dismissed the thought. Selling luxury goods on Taotao Net? Wasn't that asking for trouble?
So he looked toward Wang Yunhai, “Here's the thing, I am thinking of buying a small winery, preferably one with its own brand. You could have your father help me with that, and if successful, I will pay a commission.”
By doing so, he would also be showing his gratitude for the evidence provided.
“There are plenty of those…” replied Wang Yunhai promptly, “A brand isn't worth much, and not all wineries have brands, likewise, not all brands have wineries.”
The situation indeed was such that Funiu was a large agricultural province, abundant in food, and it could be said there were wine-making workshops everywhere. Some workshops operated independently, and some produced wine and then sold it to other wineries.
As for branded wine companies, it's quite possible they don't actually have a winery. They might just have a blending facility, and then start producing “famous wines”–that was quite common, and no one really regulated it.
These were considered “legitimate factories,” at least they were officially registered companies with legal entity representatives, and were much better than those selling fake and substandard products.
Wang Yunhai was very clear about this situation since his father had been in the industry not just for a day or two. “If you just want to buy a shell, it's really easy. I reckon a few thousand should cover it.”
“A few thousand can buy what?” Feng Jun laughed when he heard this, “Go back and ask your father; I want a company with all the proper qualifications, ideally one ready for production after acquisition.”
Wang Yunhai's eyes darted about, “President Feng… is it you who wants to buy it?”
Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, but shook his head slightly, “It's not for me; consider it … a recommendation to a friend.”
He had just narrowly escaped a tax audit once again and really didn't want to get involved in any entity ownership. As for becoming self-employed, that was even more out of the question–that would involve unlimited liability and not even the option of declaring bankruptcy.
Wang Yunhai didn't seem to mind and promptly took out his mobile phone, “Then I'll give my dad a call and ask.”
Half an hour after that phone call, Wang Yunhai's father, Wang Shiwei, actually came in person.
He knew whom his son was visiting. He really wanted to meet Feng Jun, but since the other party was a billionaire, his son being able to make contact was his son's good fortune. If he pushed himself forward, he might even offend the other party.
But since the other party intended to buy a wine company for wine production, that was something Wang Shiwei was good at, and the information his son held was just a smattering.
So, he came in person to ask what exactly Feng Jun had in mind.
Feng Jun was quite forthcoming, saying he had high-end wine brewing technology and could develop some health wines. To avoid trouble, he was looking for a legitimate wine company for production.
As to whose name the wine company should be under, he hadn't decided yet. In any case, he definitely would not have any entanglement with the company to avoid tax authorities knocking on his door again.
Upon hearing this, Wang Shiwei's eyes rolled, and he asked very straightforwardly, “President Feng, with this approach… are you looking to avoid taxes, or do you need to launder money?”
“It's neither tax avoidance nor money laundering,” Feng Jun wasn't annoyed by the question since, in his view, it was better to ask outright than hide your thoughts. “You like to be straightforward, and so do I. Ideally, I would prefer not to avoid taxes with this wine company.”
“The problem is, apart from the wine company, I have other businesses that are private in nature, not even individual businesses, and the cash flow is very large. Before, no one checked it, but now, if I establish a company, others will have the right to check my cash flow.”
(Update to here, loudly calling for monthly tickets.)
Chapter end
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