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Chapter 72 Mr. Yang's Big Gamble
Chapter 72 Mr. Yang's Big Gamble
Uncle Zhao rolled his eyes and said nothing.
However, he knew that Mr. Yang was betting on Chu Yu, it was a big gamble.
If he wins, the status of the Yang family will be further improved, and the incense will flourish within a hundred years.
Losing, Nuo Da's Yang family's foundation was wiped out.
Regardless of the result, winning or losing, how many people have the courage of Mr. Yang alone?
After a long time, Uncle Zhao dropped another sunspot, and said slowly, "Now, should we pierce the window paper and tell him about the Chu family?"
"No, although from now on, my Yang family will follow Chu Yu's lead, but it's not appropriate now. There are some things that I still have to wait for him to slowly unravel the mysteries."
"Ah."
Uncle Zhao didn't speak, and continued to play the chess pieces, "You lost, and the two altars of daughter red you hid under the locust tree are mine."
"What?"
Mr. Yang looked down at the chessboard and kept talking, but he didn't realize that his white chess was completely surrounded by black chess.
Obviously, it has been lost.
"It doesn't count, you're fucking playing tricks while I'm talking!" While talking, Mr. Yang deliberately knocked over the chessboard.
"It doesn't count? You can afford to play, but you can't afford to lose, right?"
The two old men are old urchins, and when they disagreed with each other, they began to talk, blushing and thick-necked, and neither of them convinced the other.
"It doesn't count if you say it doesn't count? I'll get it myself."
But don't forget, Mr. Yang's body is still very weak, let alone wrestling with Uncle Zhao's level?
Without further ado, Uncle Zhao rushed out of the house and quickly headed towards the back of the villa.
"Your grandma's! Bring it back to me!"
"Cough cough!"
After a long and rapid cough, Yang Chunhua saw that something was wrong, so he quickly gave old man Yang a few tranquilizers.
"Dad, don't you just have a few jars of wine, just drink it, your health is important."
"You know what...!"
Old man Yang was about to lose his temper, but when he looked closely, Yang Chunhua's hand was on his beard with obvious intentions, so he endured it.
"Um, Chunhua, your father and I have just recovered from a serious illness, so can't we treat you kindly for a while?"
Mr. Yang said it was very humble, but his desire to survive was really strong.
"Humph!"
Yang Chunhua gave him a blank look, then moved his hand away, and said angrily: "I have an appointment with my friends to go shopping in the afternoon, so I'm leaving first."
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly, Mr. Yang stopped her and said solemnly: "Chunhua, you are nineteen this year, and it's about time to find a partner. I think Chu Yu is quite suitable."
Ok?
Yang Chunhua was dumbfounded by the question.
What?Chu Yu?
Making herself look ugly again and again, she wished she could tear Chu Yu into eight pieces!
Yang Chunhua was very angry about Mr. Yang's messy mandarin ducks, and the consequences were serious.
"Ouch! My beard!"
Mr. Yang didn't react at all, and his gray beard was pulled off abruptly.
"You should give up that heart, and besides, don't blame me for falling out!"
Yang Chunhua glared at Mr. Yang, who was terribly cold, turned around and left.
On the other side, Chu Yu also returned to Linghai Villa.
After not going home all night, Chu Yu was most worried about Chou Ba, and wondered if this guy was starved to death?
"Ugly? Ugly!"
Chu Yu searched around the yard, but unexpectedly did not find Chou Ba's voice.
Will he run out and be caught as a chicken for stew?
Thinking of this, Chu Yu was burning with anxiety. At this moment, he heard a movement from the warehouse.
"Cuckoo!"
Chu Yu didn't think much, and directly opened the door of the warehouse.
Seeing the bird feed strewn all over the floor, Chou Ba ate like a ball, lying comfortably on the ground, Chu Yu was dumbfounded.
Chu Yu counted and found that three packs of feed had been made and disappeared, and he didn't know what it was made of, with such a strong digestion ability.
"You didn't come back all night, you made so much fodder"
At the same time, Ugly Ba also noticed Chu Yu, and looked at him innocently with his big eyes turned straight.
Chu Yu was angry and angry, why did he put up such a money-losing thing?
It seems that pets are not so easy to keep.
However, Chu Yu quickly noticed that Chou Ba seemed to have changed a lot compared to yesterday.
First of all, not to mention the fact that it has grown a lot, there are actually a lot of black fluff growing on its body. Although it is very short, compared with the few bird feathers a few days ago, the change is still obvious.
Hey!
Let's make it, the family is big and the business is big, we are not short of this money.
Chu Yu kept comforting himself in his heart, and he didn't want to worry about it anymore, so he went straight back to the living room.
Just took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and was about to lie down on the sofa to take a rest, when suddenly, Chu Yu's cell phone rang, and it was the boy Fatty Wang calling.
"Brother Yu, the matter you told me is almost done."
It has to be said that Fatty Wang is still very fast.
After all, the eldest son of the Wang family still has this ability to operate, and he has raised a group of people behind him to give advice.
According to Wang Fatchong, he is very optimistic about one project, and that is the performing arts company.
First of all, in the current traffic era, as long as it is novel and eye-catching enough, you can get a lot of traffic.
What does traffic represent?
Benefits, the more traffic, the more money you make.
The most important thing is that compared with other projects, the venture capital of performing arts companies is much smaller. Even if there is a loss, it can be controlled within a controllable range.
Fatty Wang analyzed a lot, and when he talked about it, it was endless.
Chu Yu was really not interested in business matters, and soon lost his patience, "You can figure it out, anyway, if you lose money, I will trouble you."
Uh, Fatty Wang was suddenly at a loss for words, what is this talking about.
After working for a long time for free, I got this result?
However, Chu Yu is our brother.
Fatty Wang said swearingly: "Brother Yu, just put your mind at ease, you must be right, but."
Suddenly, Fatty Wang deliberately paused for a while, "The direction is probably determined now, but this is the start-up capital."
Don't look at Wang Fat Chong who always gives the impression of being quite simple and honest, but when it comes to money, he is more sensitive than anyone else.
"Just tell me how much it costs."
"I found someone to figure it out. It's not much, just [-] million. It's just a middle-of-the-road."
It's only [-] million, is it mean?
Chu Yu almost spit out the wine he just drank into his mouth.
"It's really not much more, Brother Yu, you need a place first to start a company. You know the prices in Kyoto. A decent office building, just one floor, can't afford 5000 million a year, and decoration, please. People, packing stars and stuff, it all costs money."
"All right, all right, stop the ink."
Chu Yu called to stop, he also knew these reasons, but the current situation is, where can I get so much money?
He sold the gold last time, and now he has 750 million left at best, and he doesn't have the slightest thought about the remaining large sum of money.
(End of this chapter)
Uncle Zhao rolled his eyes and said nothing.
However, he knew that Mr. Yang was betting on Chu Yu, it was a big gamble.
If he wins, the status of the Yang family will be further improved, and the incense will flourish within a hundred years.
Losing, Nuo Da's Yang family's foundation was wiped out.
Regardless of the result, winning or losing, how many people have the courage of Mr. Yang alone?
After a long time, Uncle Zhao dropped another sunspot, and said slowly, "Now, should we pierce the window paper and tell him about the Chu family?"
"No, although from now on, my Yang family will follow Chu Yu's lead, but it's not appropriate now. There are some things that I still have to wait for him to slowly unravel the mysteries."
"Ah."
Uncle Zhao didn't speak, and continued to play the chess pieces, "You lost, and the two altars of daughter red you hid under the locust tree are mine."
"What?"
Mr. Yang looked down at the chessboard and kept talking, but he didn't realize that his white chess was completely surrounded by black chess.
Obviously, it has been lost.
"It doesn't count, you're fucking playing tricks while I'm talking!" While talking, Mr. Yang deliberately knocked over the chessboard.
"It doesn't count? You can afford to play, but you can't afford to lose, right?"
The two old men are old urchins, and when they disagreed with each other, they began to talk, blushing and thick-necked, and neither of them convinced the other.
"It doesn't count if you say it doesn't count? I'll get it myself."
But don't forget, Mr. Yang's body is still very weak, let alone wrestling with Uncle Zhao's level?
Without further ado, Uncle Zhao rushed out of the house and quickly headed towards the back of the villa.
"Your grandma's! Bring it back to me!"
"Cough cough!"
After a long and rapid cough, Yang Chunhua saw that something was wrong, so he quickly gave old man Yang a few tranquilizers.
"Dad, don't you just have a few jars of wine, just drink it, your health is important."
"You know what...!"
Old man Yang was about to lose his temper, but when he looked closely, Yang Chunhua's hand was on his beard with obvious intentions, so he endured it.
"Um, Chunhua, your father and I have just recovered from a serious illness, so can't we treat you kindly for a while?"
Mr. Yang said it was very humble, but his desire to survive was really strong.
"Humph!"
Yang Chunhua gave him a blank look, then moved his hand away, and said angrily: "I have an appointment with my friends to go shopping in the afternoon, so I'm leaving first."
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly, Mr. Yang stopped her and said solemnly: "Chunhua, you are nineteen this year, and it's about time to find a partner. I think Chu Yu is quite suitable."
Ok?
Yang Chunhua was dumbfounded by the question.
What?Chu Yu?
Making herself look ugly again and again, she wished she could tear Chu Yu into eight pieces!
Yang Chunhua was very angry about Mr. Yang's messy mandarin ducks, and the consequences were serious.
"Ouch! My beard!"
Mr. Yang didn't react at all, and his gray beard was pulled off abruptly.
"You should give up that heart, and besides, don't blame me for falling out!"
Yang Chunhua glared at Mr. Yang, who was terribly cold, turned around and left.
On the other side, Chu Yu also returned to Linghai Villa.
After not going home all night, Chu Yu was most worried about Chou Ba, and wondered if this guy was starved to death?
"Ugly? Ugly!"
Chu Yu searched around the yard, but unexpectedly did not find Chou Ba's voice.
Will he run out and be caught as a chicken for stew?
Thinking of this, Chu Yu was burning with anxiety. At this moment, he heard a movement from the warehouse.
"Cuckoo!"
Chu Yu didn't think much, and directly opened the door of the warehouse.
Seeing the bird feed strewn all over the floor, Chou Ba ate like a ball, lying comfortably on the ground, Chu Yu was dumbfounded.
Chu Yu counted and found that three packs of feed had been made and disappeared, and he didn't know what it was made of, with such a strong digestion ability.
"You didn't come back all night, you made so much fodder"
At the same time, Ugly Ba also noticed Chu Yu, and looked at him innocently with his big eyes turned straight.
Chu Yu was angry and angry, why did he put up such a money-losing thing?
It seems that pets are not so easy to keep.
However, Chu Yu quickly noticed that Chou Ba seemed to have changed a lot compared to yesterday.
First of all, not to mention the fact that it has grown a lot, there are actually a lot of black fluff growing on its body. Although it is very short, compared with the few bird feathers a few days ago, the change is still obvious.
Hey!
Let's make it, the family is big and the business is big, we are not short of this money.
Chu Yu kept comforting himself in his heart, and he didn't want to worry about it anymore, so he went straight back to the living room.
Just took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and was about to lie down on the sofa to take a rest, when suddenly, Chu Yu's cell phone rang, and it was the boy Fatty Wang calling.
"Brother Yu, the matter you told me is almost done."
It has to be said that Fatty Wang is still very fast.
After all, the eldest son of the Wang family still has this ability to operate, and he has raised a group of people behind him to give advice.
According to Wang Fatchong, he is very optimistic about one project, and that is the performing arts company.
First of all, in the current traffic era, as long as it is novel and eye-catching enough, you can get a lot of traffic.
What does traffic represent?
Benefits, the more traffic, the more money you make.
The most important thing is that compared with other projects, the venture capital of performing arts companies is much smaller. Even if there is a loss, it can be controlled within a controllable range.
Fatty Wang analyzed a lot, and when he talked about it, it was endless.
Chu Yu was really not interested in business matters, and soon lost his patience, "You can figure it out, anyway, if you lose money, I will trouble you."
Uh, Fatty Wang was suddenly at a loss for words, what is this talking about.
After working for a long time for free, I got this result?
However, Chu Yu is our brother.
Fatty Wang said swearingly: "Brother Yu, just put your mind at ease, you must be right, but."
Suddenly, Fatty Wang deliberately paused for a while, "The direction is probably determined now, but this is the start-up capital."
Don't look at Wang Fat Chong who always gives the impression of being quite simple and honest, but when it comes to money, he is more sensitive than anyone else.
"Just tell me how much it costs."
"I found someone to figure it out. It's not much, just [-] million. It's just a middle-of-the-road."
It's only [-] million, is it mean?
Chu Yu almost spit out the wine he just drank into his mouth.
"It's really not much more, Brother Yu, you need a place first to start a company. You know the prices in Kyoto. A decent office building, just one floor, can't afford 5000 million a year, and decoration, please. People, packing stars and stuff, it all costs money."
"All right, all right, stop the ink."
Chu Yu called to stop, he also knew these reasons, but the current situation is, where can I get so much money?
He sold the gold last time, and now he has 750 million left at best, and he doesn't have the slightest thought about the remaining large sum of money.
(End of this chapter)
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