Be A Millionaire Overnight

Wu Da was a shrewd businessman. In the business world, he would not be influenced by emotions.    

    

"I want your annual rubber production."    

    

Wan Qian said directly.    

    

"10 billion, no bargaining." "If you can, I'll sign the contract with you right now."    

    

Wu Da clapped his hands, opened a drawer and took out a contract as he spoke.    

    

He more or less knew something about Qiantong Group. I heard that there are also companies such as Dry-through Insurance and Qiantong Traffic that endorse it.    

    

The strength of this company was acknowledged by him.    

    

Thus, he wasn't surprised that he was able to produce a hundred billion. However, he didn't know whether or not this young man in front of him could take it out.    

    

Wan Qian opened his phone and looked at the bank balance, there was only 2.8 trillion yuan left.    

    

He laughed bitterly, "The gods have been good to me."    

    

Then, he sent a WeChat message to Wang Jianfaang: "How much does Wan's Group owe the bank in total?"    

    

"8 trillion." "What? What does Director Wan want to do?"    

    

"I'll transfer it to you and pay back the bank's arrears. Try not to borrow any more money in the future. "    

    

Then, he directly transferred 8 trillion to Wang Jianfaang. Two trillion left.    

    

"Ok, Director Wan. I'll go and settle the debt." Wang Jianfaang was very happy to get the money. He also did not want to owe the bank so much money, to the point that he felt like a king in debt.    

    

But there was no other way. With so many businesses, it was hard to avoid situations where the flow of money could not reach them. He had to borrow money from the bank.    

    

Wan Qian then sent WeChat to the manager of the Dry-through Wheel Factory and the Dry-through Glass Factory: "All of you need those equipment after counting. How much is the total, report it to me."    

    

"Director Wan, I need 5 billion for equipment and materials."    

    

The person in charge of the factory said.    

    

"To reply Director Wan, I need 7 billion."    

    

said the manager of the dry-connected glass factory.    

    

"Okay, 12 billion is transferred to you guys." "Hurry up and buy it."    

    

Wan Qian gave another 12 billion.    

    

He then sent a WeChat message to Lee Faangfaang, who was the head of the Drillmaster Merchant Shop, "How many film franchisees have there been in the country recently?"    

    

"A total of five hundred thousand."    

    

"Did you get the purchase fee for their equipment? I'll reimburse you now."    

    

"Yes, the price is five hundred thousand in total."    

    

"Transfer it to them."    

    

Then, Wan Qian transferred 150 billion.    

    

Then, he called Tang Yan, who was in charge of the cinema in Qian Tong City, and asked, "How much is the total amount of the recent academy subsidy?"    

    

"Director Wan, there are five hundred thousand franchisees in the country now. We have almost half the box office in the country, and the subsidy is 10 billion yuan. "    

    

"It's been transferred to you. Send it to the dealers. After all, they were all paying the price to attract customers, and that was the sign for our movie theater. We can't let them suffer any losses. "    

    

Then, he transferred another trillion to Tang Yan.    

    

Eight trillion left.    

    

He directly called Sabei and said, "How much of the allowance has been given to you recently for Qiantong Traffic and Dry-Fried Rice."    

    

Sabei heard Wan Qian's urgent tone and didn't beat around the bush, "A total of 8 trillion." "The take-out service already accounts for 70% of the market."    

    

"Great. I'll transfer the money to you. "    

    

Wan Qian didn't think that he would be able to spend all of his money. Ye Zichen quickly turned around to look at Sabei.    

    

[Taiyuan Bank] From the transfer of the card with your closing number: 4311, 6th August, at 9: 55, the system transferred 86,288,80,000.00 yuan, and the available balance was 0.00 yuan.    

    

[Taiyuan Bank] From your account number: 4311, on the 6th of the 8th month, the system transferred the money to RMB 100000000000.00 and the available balance was RMB 1000000000.00.    

    

"Congratulations on completing the mission!" Please spend one trillion in five years. The rules were the same as before. If it is not completed by then, all your property will be cleared. "    

    

Wan Qian looked at the reminder from his phone and smiled knowingly. He then found the 2-D code in his office and directly paid for it.    

    

[Taiyuan Bank] From the system transfer card dated 9: 56, the last number is 4311, the transfer fee is 1000000000000.00 yuan, the balance is 9000000000000.00 yuan.    

    

"Boss Wu, take a look and turn around."    

    

Wan Qian said while shaking his phone.    

    

As Wu Da was cutting the branches, he almost dropped the scissors when he saw Wan Qian turn around.    

    

He didn't expect this young man to be so bold. The domestic rubber market was monopolized by him just like that.    

    

"Director Wan is really bold, I am very willing to work with a dealer like you. We wish us a happy cooperation! "    

    

Wu Da shook hands with her. Wan Qian was much stronger than Yu Loong. Not only did he not procrastinate, he even paid first and then delivered. This made him look at Wan Qian.    

    

"Boss Wu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first." "If you need any help in the future, feel free to tell me."    

    

Wan Qian also said politely. He had great respect for these people who were in possession of resources. But the prerequisite was that they were willing to cooperate with Qiantong Group, otherwise, what they would face was Wan Qian's competition and monopoly.    

    

At that time, not only would the cooperation fail, even the existing market would be taken away by Wan Qian.    

    

Anyone who has had dealings with Wan Qian knows this.    

    

Wu Da sent a car to take Wan Qian to the airport and saw Zhao Yih standing there waiting. Wan Qian stopped and told Wu Da to deliver a batch of goods to Mo Capital, and that they would be starting production of tires soon.    

    

Wu Da indicated that the goods would be shipped immediately. There would be no delay in the production of tyres by the drywall tire factory.    

    

However, with such a large rubber base, it would be a pity to only produce tires.    

    

I'll have to look for other production projects to do later.    

    

Wan Qian got on the plane and said hello to Wu Da before heading back.    

    

At the same time, he called Liu Shou to ask him to look after the intermediary shop under the hotel. After all, quite a few people went there every day to sell their own homes.    

    

"Director Wan, this deal went smoothly."    

    

Zhao Yih asked as he started the plane.    

    

"It went smoothly. Quite well. Return to the Mo Capital. My garage is going to start working. "    

    

Wan Qian said as he looked at the scenery outside the window.    

    

He came here with 810 billion inkstones, and now he's going back with 910 billion inkstones. There was simply too much money. If he didn't have to go through all of this, how would he be able to finish spending it?    

    

Wan Qian, who was sitting on the plane, didn't stay idle either. He used his phone to store the list of calls and called them one by one. It was three o'clock in the afternoon when the plane landed. Five thousand houses, fifty billion dollars. Fang Ben had put all of them into his Qiantong Intermediary.    

    

"Zhao Yih, when do you think private jets will be available?"    

    

Wan Qian asked as he got off the plane and looked at the building in the distance. At this moment, all the floors above them had been added to the parking lot. With the exception of a few private planes on the rooftops, the rest of the building was empty.    

    

It seemed like there weren't too many rich people here.    

    

"Director Wan, this is probably too difficult. Right now, the per capita income was only slightly over five thousand. A private plane would cost at least 1.2 million. Only ten percent of people can afford it. "    

    

Zhao Yih analyzed it from his professional point of view.    

    

"But I feel that it won't be long before it will be universal. So we can make helicopters and do pilot training. "    

    

Wan Qian said as he flicked the dust off his body.    

    

"Chen …" Producing helicopters? "    

    

Zhao Yih obviously didn't keep up with Wan Qian's train of thought.    

    

This thing was not a car. It could be made in a short amount of time. It also required a large number of professionals as well as highly skilled components. The basic cost of a helicopter is over a million. It wasn't something a car could compare to.    

    

And the plane had to be made with enough people to drive it. Training pilots was difficult in itself. There are currently no very formal institutions in the country.    

    

Firstly, the demand was small, and secondly, all sorts of conditions such as space were lacking. Each pilot had to fly for at least a few hundred hours. These costs are a huge challenge for training institutions.    

    

"That's right. You pay attention to this information and I will provide it on the site. As for the training content and the teacher's side, you should be in charge of finding them. "    

    

After Wan Qian finished speaking, he went down from the Qiantong Building's internal elevator to the first floor. He planned to visit the teahouse.    

    

Arriving at the street, he realized that the map did not show that it was a teahouse. It seemed like this Heaven Realm map had become even weirder.    

    

He had no choice but to hail a taxi and wander the streets until he found a dry tea shop.    

    

He pushed the door open and entered. Two tea masters dressed in traditional Chinese clothing greeted him with a bow, "Sir, you may enter."    

    

With their introduction, Wan Qian came to the private room at the back. He saw that the tea table outside was filled with people.    

    

None of the other teahouses had any tea leaves, so they all came here.    

    

"Sir, what do you want to drink?"    

    

the tea artist asked as he knelt on the mat.    

    

In front of her were six different kinds of tea jars.    

    

"I want a cup of the best tea."    

    

Wan Qian was also kneeling on the tatami, drinking with the tea artist.    

    

"Where did this little brat come from? He actually occupied a room by himself!" "Get the hell out here!"    

    

Five to six people behind a skinny man came to the door of Wan Qian's room and shouted.    

    

Wan Qian didn't pay any attention to him and just lowered his head to drink the tea.    

    

"Hey!" "You aren't obedient are you?!"    

    

As the man said this, he was about to flip the table and get smashed on the head with a teacup by Wan Qian.