Hong Kong Variety Show: Who would still work hard for Big B after traveling through time?

"Who I am doesn't matter? You just need to know that I can help you make huge profits."

Uncle Xiang smoked a cigar, pushed his glasses, and looked very arrogant.

"Help me make a huge profit? More than what I make in the casino?"

Chen Risheng gently cut off the end of the cigar and asked with his head tilted.

"Isn't it the money you won at the Putin Hotel? But you know, you didn't get that much money at all?"

Uncle Xiang said: "Although he has become white, it won't last long, and 10 billion is not a lot, so why should we share it with others?"

"I want to earn you tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions."

Uncle Xiang exhaled a puff of smoke and shook the hand holding the cigar gently.

Qingyun directly took out a document.

"If you want to earn some, why not take a look?"

Uncle Xiang was smiling.

His face is hidden in the cigar smoke, revealing the mystery of the boss.

Chen Risheng lit a match and slowly ignited the cigar, concentrating the entire process.

He didn't even look at the document Qingyun handed over.

It was as if this document that could bring him tens of billions or even hundreds of billions was not worth mentioning.

"Not interested in?"

The pretty mother asked a little nervously.

Chen Risheng put the cigar in his mouth, took a puff, and said, "You can make me earn this much money in a short period of time, just to package my pharmaceutical company and list it on the stock market?"

"smart people."

Uncle Xiang looked Chen Risheng in the face and said, "As long as you let me run the company, I guarantee that you can get tens of billions of funds within a year."

"With this 100 billion, I can live a life of wealth and prosperity, whether in Hong Kong Island or anywhere else."

"Yes! Ah Sheng, with these 100 billion, you can retire right here. Think about how you're going to enjoy your life in the future?"

The pretty mother also laughed, looking around with her beautiful eyes: "If I had 100 billion, I would buy a yacht bigger than this one and fill it with young puppies?"

"Which one do I want?"

He is indeed Uncle Xiang’s good partner.

Has the future been planned for Chen Risheng?

The beautiful mother was just satisfying her craving for pleasure.

But will Chen Risheng really get the 100 billion?

No one would have thought that the drug that could restore men's virility would be worth more than tens of billions of dollars.

Even if it's hundreds of billions, no one will doubt it?

The beautiful mother's confused eyes make people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

I have to say, although Liangkun is a little fat, his face is still very good?

Especially that pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

If she were to wear clothes from the Tang Dynasty, she would definitely be Yang Guifei!

Chen Risheng snorted coldly, looked at Uncle Xiang and said, "Uncle Xiang, can I ask, once the company goes public, will it still belong to me? Will my words in the company still count?"

"Ah Sheng, we are all gangsters, can we manage a company? Shouldn't a company be handed over to professional managers? Do you think a few gangsters can run a successful company?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the pretty mother's eyes, and she smiled and advised: "We are the bosses, and we only need to count money behind the scenes?"

"If you're still worried, why don't you hire an auditing company to keep an eye on it for you?"

"Ah!"

Chen Risheng smiled, looked at his pretty mother and said, "Sister Mom, is it okay for you to fool Jiang Tiansheng by saying this?"

Chen Risheng put out his cigar in the ashtray and said, "No matter who you let help you run the company, everyone has desires, and desires mean weaknesses, so they can be broken by others."

"Besides, in the eyes of those elites, I am just a scumbag who deserves to die in the mud. Will they really do anything for me?"

Chen Risheng looked at Uncle Xiang and said, "I'm afraid they would be more willing to listen to you, Uncle Xiang?"

“Even if this pharmaceutical company can reach a market value of 100 billion, how much of it will actually belong to me?”

"Even if I have a net worth of 10 billion, but I can't take it out because it's stuck in stocks, isn't it just like waste paper?"

Chen Risheng’s words made Uncle Xiang stare at Chen Risheng in a daze.

Since he dared to invite Chen Risheng on the cruise ship, he already had a deep understanding of Chen Risheng.

But Chen Risheng still gave him a big surprise.

I originally thought he was just a gangster who was good at fighting.

Even if he could become the leader of Hongxing, so what?

Doesn't Jiang Zhen have to hand over all the money he earns to me, let me manage it for him, and then slowly launder it?

What about the East Star Camel?

They, Dongxing, do not cooperate with me, although they have grown and become stronger over the years.

But its momentum is not as strong as that of Hung Hing.

They were forced to develop in Helan and use external resources to support the internal affairs.

Even if you, Chen Risheng, have gathered a group of capable younger brothers around you.

But if you really want to do big business, you can't do without a boss.

But no matter what kind of boss he is, he has to bow and nod when he sees me.

Their money can only make money when it is in my hands.

Jimmy is considered to have the best business sense in the entire underworld.

But doesn’t he still need Boss Guo’s funding?

Don’t we still need the support of Boss Guo to advance into the north?

But Chen Risheng gave him a different feeling.

This guy actually has such a thorough understanding of the stock market?

I originally thought I could dazzle his eyes with 10 billion.

Pretty mom, say something nice.

Draw a blueprint for him yourself.

He will then sign obediently.

Uncle Xiang handed the cigar to Pretty Mom, bent down and pushed his glasses, crossed his hands on his knees, cleared his throat and said, "Ah Sheng, have you seen the stock market this morning? It's very good. As long as you sell, there is nothing you can't sell."

"If you cash out, you can pledge the stocks to the bank. Of course, you can also sell them to me."

Uncle Xiang looked at Chen Risheng and said, "I can guarantee you with my name that you will definitely get 100 billion in the end."

Chen Risheng sneered: "Uncle Xiang, your title? Haha! You are not even Uncle Xiang. The real Uncle Xiang is probably dead, right?"

"What guarantees can you give? Even if Uncle Xiang is not dead, why don't I go to Uncle Xiang directly?"

Chen Risheng stood up and said, "Uncle Xiang, it's fun. I won't keep you company any longer. I have to go talk to Uncle Zhenxiang about the listing."

"Uncle Xiang"'s face changed and he looked at Chen Risheng coldly.

"If you don't rely on me, your company won't be able to go public even if you hire a few Uncle Xiangs."

"And there are still some that are not listed, ..."

Uncle Xiang looked at Chen Risheng coldly and said, "If you just sell like this, you may not be able to earn 100 billion even if you die."

"Should I take the 100 billion in advance and enjoy it, or should I work hard all my life and still not get billion, so I have to figure it out myself?"

"I believe you are a smart man."

"Uncle Xiang" looked at Chen Risheng viciously.

"Congratulations to the host. The hatred towards you has increased by 20."

……

"Uncle Xiang, the Landlords' Association is actually just a bunch of rats hiding in the stock market, just huddling together for warmth. Do you really think you are financial tycoons?"

Chen Risheng was disdainful, brushing off the non-existent dust on himself and said: "Oh! I forgot to tell you, even if I don't go to find those foreigners, there are authentic and upright people to help my company go public."

"That is a force that you simply cannot resist, and it is a force that you dare not touch."

"you know."