Fight To the Third Generation Chapter 102

The White Swan Hotel is only twenty-eight stories high.

A few years after my son was born, some building materials were provided by Cosmopolitan International, including a batch of wood from the Philippines and the doors of hotel rooms.

In order to get close to the all-powerful Mr. Qu, he took in more projects, almost cost, and really didn't make a lot of money.

This White Swan Hotel was the first time that many people were surprised to find that they could still invest in the mainland. They were deeply impressed. Now, countless big people have come to live here, even the Queen is no exception.

In a building less than 100 meters high, there are twenty-eight floors.

The floor height is a bit short, this room is spacious, fortunately it will not make people feel depressed. Compared with the Four Seas International Hotel, which was just built a few years ago, the various facilities are undoubtedly a lot worse. However, in terms of fame and precipitation of history , Ten Four Seas International Hotels are not comparable here.

When it comes to profit, Father Su still loses... I can't compare, I can't fight, I'm ashamed.

At this moment.

"Is this still my son? I don't understand why I don't understand, how can the little brat be so smart?"

——From the doubts of a wealthy businessman in a casino.

Keenly found Su Yehao, with a little admiration in his expression, exuding a little bit of light.

Although he didn't know why, Father Su naturally put up the air, put his hands behind his back, and asked, "Cough...then I'll test you again. I'll take the residential land first. Is there anything you can say? Listening to you, it seems that making money is very important. As easy as it is, how can the development cycle be faster.”

After eating ashes on the construction site for so many years, I have even seen countless fat pigs soar into the sky against the wind.

Supervising the construction of countless houses, except for small and remote towns, none of them could be afforded by him. Su Yehao recalled this incident and was still full of resentment.

He sneered: "Who will wait for the house to be built and then cash out? Isn't he a fool?"

A wealthy businessman surnamed Su in an unknown gambling city suddenly felt offended again, and stuck his chest in one breath, feeling the urge to find a feather duster.

Su Yehao took the message and replied:

"It's nothing more than borrowing the chicken and laying the egg. After getting the land and investing some money, you turn around and take a mortgage loan to continue to buy the land. As long as the price of the land rises, the house can be sold, and the scale is like a snowball."

Who doesn't know how to draw big cakes?

Father Su vaguely saw the shadow of Mr. Qiu, who was about to do business in BP machines, from his son.

As expected of the father and son, their ability to raise a bar and pick a thorn is almost the same.

For fear of raising a prodigal who likes to start a business, Father Su hesitated for a moment and asked, "How do you know the house will be sold?"

"At present, there are so many communities with no property, no elevators, and no greenery. The grades can't go up. The first group of rich people will definitely be willing to change rooms. When the price is set to be higher, the most expensive slogan in the city will be erected first. Calling a few foreign girls to pretend to be housekeepers, wearing cheongsams to lead customers to see the house, slits all the way to the waist. It really doesn't work, I want to wholesale some eggs, and call the uncles and aunts for help. When it arrives, believe it or not, someone will immediately come to pay with a snakeskin bag?"

This kind of routine is still popular after more than 20 years. Su Yehao has seen it a lot.

After being in love for three years, he got rid of his girlfriend, whom he met in the sales department. I often heard her talk about how to get clients to buy a house.

In those years when the market was the hottest, everyone thought that if they bought it, they could make money.

When it comes to huge profits, real estate is definitely one of them. Not only can you make money from selling houses, but land prices will also skyrocket in the next few years.

After the millennium, when we joined the WTO, many places went up like a rocket.

Seeing that Dad was interested in mainland real estate, of course, Su Yehao made great efforts to promote it. After all, he is an only child and a family!

Father Su's behavior has always been stable.

When I went to Hong Kong City to develop real estate, I could get most of the funds from my own pocket. In the early years, I joined a partner to collect money to build the real estate. Some of the first and second phases have been sold and some of them have been cashed out.

Therefore, he felt that he was sitting on a high platform. If the Huang family found a weakness and pushed him, even if his own son had worn out his tongue, Father Su would not necessarily be happy to suffer a loss.

Just like him

, Just the development of the mortgage loan **** has already made Dad Su's eyes shine. The main reason is that he wants to do it first, and then pull it to Hong Kong City for financing and listing, and learn from others to make a fortune.

The fox is still an old spirit.

Father Su's idea is definitely not comparable to Su Yehao's rank.

Su Yehao only saw the land for sale on the first floor.

As for his father, he has already thought of the benefits of the second, third, and even the fourth layer, including currency spreads, bank interest rate differences, stock appreciation, placing eggs in baskets, and so on.

Cosmopolitan International has never been listed.

It wasn't that Father Su didn't want to go public, but that Mother Tang was instructed by the father, that is, Su Yehao's grandfather deliberately made trouble, and didn't want this "door-to-door son-in-law" to set up a new business completely.

For the past two years, his friends have made a lot of money in the stock market. Father Su has long been envious, and began to think about changing shells and starting from the mainland ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to support the subsidiary company.

If he pulls in some mainland investors, he thinks Mr. Tang will not stop him anymore... Besides, he may not be able to stop him.

A long-term plan quietly took root in Father Su's heart.

This hotel.

There must be no one who stuffed small cards in the middle of the night, and no one called from room to room to sell tea.

Tired of the journey.

Not long after Dad left, Su Yehao called Yin Liuli and Nong Qingying successively, and went to sleep after washing up.

A night without a dream till dawn...

In 1997, there were quite a lot of old buildings in the urban area, and there were not many cars on the road.

It rained lightly the next day, and the sky was overcast.

During breakfast, there were already local strangers sitting at a table with Father Su and the vice president, chatting happily and praising each other.

Su Yehao was sitting by the window and could just see the road beside him.

The poncho and motorcycle and bicycle are about to block the main road. At the intersection, there is a traffic policeman in green clothes, standing under a big umbrella and directing.

People have BP machines around their waists and big brothers in their hands.

Loose suits and three-seven hairstyles are full of the atmosphere of the times, and they are also talking about stocks, restocking, singing and dancing halls, and so on.

The head of the public relations department of Cosmopolitan International brought a young girl who had been intern for almost a year this time.

Su Yehao saw him when he set off. He was very handsome and only knew that he was called "Xiaoya".

The public relations department is responsible for contacting the media, resolving troubles, maintaining the relationship between customers and partners, nothing special.

This "Xiaoya" now found that there was no place to sit.

After breakfast, I sat for a while, accompanied by the locals, riding in the car in the light rain, and went out to inspect the plot to be photographed...

Chapter end

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