Hong Kong variety show: Building a century-old family, starting with Hung Hing

"1700."

Negotiations reached a stalemate. The Japanese representatives whispered among themselves, while the executives at Hexiang held their breath.

"How about this.

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly stood up.

"The agency rights project is temporarily suspended."

"President Jiang!"

Sasaki finally changed his expression.

"What is this...?"

"Business is not gambling."

Jiang Tiansheng buttoned up his suit jacket.

"Either build one first, and discuss the second one three years later; or..."

He shrugged.

"You should find another partner."

The meeting room was completely silent. A bead of sweat appeared on Sasaki's forehead, and he suddenly bowed deeply.

"Please give us five minutes."

Five minutes later, the Japanese side compromised.

But a new point of contention has emerged: the location of the repair shop.

"Causeway Bay has the largest flow of people."

The marketing director made the suggestion.

"The rent is three times that of Sai Wan!"

The finance manager immediately objected.

As Jiang Tiansheng listened to the argument, he suddenly pointed to the edge of the map.

"What about Kowloon Tong? It's close to the highway entrance, and the land price is only half that of the core area."

"But its popularity..."

The sales manager hesitated.

"Therefore, marketing stores should be located in Causeway Bay and the Seven Sisters Street in North Point."

Jiang Tiansheng made the final decision.

"The money saved by the repair shop is enough for us to rent two prime commercial spaces."

When Sasaki finally signed the supplementary agreement, his wrist was visibly stiff.

As Jiang Tiansheng saw the guest to the elevator, he suddenly spoke in fluent Japanese.

"The location of the repair shop can be renegotiated in three years."

Sasaki suddenly turned his head.

"President Jiang actually..."

"When doing business, you always have to leave yourself a way out."

Jiang Tiansheng bowed, his bow even more precise than the other person's earlier.

Back in the office, Zhang Renjie, the newly promoted operations director, was waiting for me.

This man in his early thirties was once a regional manager for General Motors in the United States, and was poached by Jiang Tiansheng with a large sum of money.

"Mr. Jiang, there are three potential shop locations on Seven Sisters Street in North Point."

Zhang Renjie handed over the tablet computer.

"The cheapest one costs 18 yuan per month, but it requires renovation..."

Jiang Tiansheng quickly swiped the screen.

"Choose the most expensive one."

"what?"

Zhang Renjie was stunned.

"A monthly rent of 24?"

"It faces the tram tracks and has a daily passenger flow of over 100,000."

Jiang Tiansheng posted a street scene photo.

"The advertising costs saved are more than just the price difference."

Zhang Renjie suddenly understood and quickly wrote down the instructions.

"Publicity plan..."

"We are soliciting suggestions from all employees."

Jiang Tiansheng signed the document.

"The best suggestion will be awarded 30,000 yuan, and the five shortlisted suggestions will each be awarded 10,000 yuan."

"this…"

Zhang Renjie hesitated.

"Won't the cost be too high?"

Jiang Tiansheng smiled.

"Spending 10 yuan to buy 100 ideas is much more cost-effective than spending 100 million yuan to hire an advertising company."

He paused.

"Issue another internal notice: employees will receive a 9% discount when purchasing Isuzu vehicles, for a period of one and a half months."

After Zhang Renjie left, Jiang Tiansheng stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Unlike real estate and finance, car dealerships are a field that requires long-term cultivation.

Isuzu's brand recognition in Hong Kong is far less than that of Toyota and Honda, let alone Mercedes-Benz and BMW. A price war? A service war? He needs to find that decisive breakthrough.

Early morning of the 19th, top-floor office of the China Gas Building in Central.

Jiang Tiansheng laid the Financial Daily flat on his mahogany desk and tapped lightly on a news article with his fingers.

"Jianing acquires the land of the United Soda Factory..."

He muttered to himself, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses sharp as an eagle's. The morning mist over Victoria Harbour outside the window had not yet dissipated, and his sharply defined profile was reflected in the glass curtain wall.

The secretary gently knocked on the door.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Su has arrived."

"Come in."

Jiang Tiansheng didn't even look up, continuing to browse the newspaper.

With a thick stack of documents tucked under his arm, Su Qishan sat down on the guest chair with practiced ease.

"Three things. First, Hong Kong and China Gas's third-quarter financial report."

He pulled out the top document.

"Profit of 5987 million, 12% higher than expected."

Jiang Tiansheng finally looked up, took the document, and quickly scanned it.

"Pipeline gas users increased by 8%, bottled gas sales..."

His fingertip hovered over a line of numbers.

"A 3% decline in the Northeast region?"

"A new liquefied gas station has opened in the New Territories North."

Su Qishan explained.

"However, the impact is limited."

"Let's distribute the profits."

Jiang Tiansheng closed the document.

"0.15 yuan per share, up 5% from last year."

Su Qishan raised an eyebrow.

"Not investing in expansion? What about the board of directors...?"

"I only hold 28% of the shares."

Jiang Tiansheng sneered.

"Those old foxes are just hoping I'll issue new shares and dilute my holdings."

He got up and walked to the window.

"China Gas is my foundation; we cannot be reckless."

Su Qishan understood and wrote down the instructions in his notebook.

"The second thing is the personnel report of Hexiang Trading."

He opened another document.

"The foreign employees are in a stable mood, especially after you promoted Zhang Renjie."

Jiang Tiansheng smiled slightly.

"White supremacy? It's nothing compared to real money."

He turned around and asked.

"Isuzu project progress?"

"The renovation of the North Point store will be completed next week."

Su Qishan pushed up his glasses.

"but…"

He hesitated.

"explain."

"Zhaoan Real Estate's stock price has risen to 2.78 yuan."

Su Qishan carefully observed the boss's expression.

"Market value exceeds 2.5 million."

The office fell silent.

Jiang Tiansheng walked back to the table, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Lin Luoqi is doing very well."

His tone was so calm that you couldn't tell if he was happy or angry.

Su Qishan quickly handed over the newspaper clipping.

"Dean Securities released a report yesterday expressing optimism about Siu On's prospects in Kowloon..."

Have you collected any information about Swire Trading?

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly interrupted.

"this…"

Su Qishan's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Swire's market capitalization is too high, we currently..."

"Then find the younger one."

Jiang Tiansheng slammed the teacup down.

"After Hexiang delisted, it was easier for me to acquire it with my private funds."

Su Qishan quickly wrote it down.

"I'll take care of it right away. The third thing..."

He lowered his voice.

"Ms. Li invites you to lunch at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel."

Jiang Tiansheng's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at his wristwatch.

"Get the car ready."

At noon, inside the French restaurant of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Li Bingjun wore a dark green cheongsam, and her pearl earrings gleamed warmly in the candlelight.

She lightly stroked the rim of the wine glass with her fingertips, but her gaze fell on Jiang Tiansheng, who had just taken his seat.

"General Manager Jiang looks good."

"I heard the acquisition of Hexiang Trading was a great success?"

Jiang Tiansheng unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down.

"It's just a small business."

He looked directly at Li Bingjun.

"Your father and Lin Luoqi have reached an agreement on the division of their assets?"

Li Bingjun's smile froze slightly.

"The basic conditions are all set, all that's left is..."

She took a sip of red wine.

"The equity issue of Hongpu Real Estate."

The waiter came forward to serve the food, and the two tacitly paused their conversation.

After the waiter left, Jiang Tiansheng cut the steak on his plate.

"Lin Luoqi wants to retain his shares?"

Li Bingjun's slender fingers twirled around the wine glass.

"Father proposed that each party retain 5% of the shares, but Lin Luoqi..."

She gently bit her lower lip.

"He insisted on 10%, and demanded the full amount within three days."

Jiang Tiansheng's eyes gleamed.

"How about showing sincerity in terms of property management? Hung Pu's old building in Kwun Tong..."

"That was mortgaged to the bank!"

Li Bingjun's voice suddenly rose, then quickly fell back down.

"General Manager Jiang seems to be very familiar with Hongpu's asset situation?"

The light from the restaurant's crystal chandelier refracted through Jiang Tiansheng's glasses, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

"In business, you must know yourself and your enemy."

He slowly and methodically cut the steak.

"Reducing fixed assets can actually make the company more flexible."

Li Bingjun narrowed her eyes.

"Is President Jiang... showing favoritism towards Lin Luoqi?"

The clinking of knives and forks stopped abruptly.

Jiang Tiansheng looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Ms. Li, in the business world, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."

A gust of fragrant wind came.

"President Jiang? What a coincidence!"

Li Qiqi stood by the table, arm in arm with her best friend. Her beige dress accentuated her graceful curves, and her red lips were as fiery as fire.

Jiang Tiansheng's expression softened almost imperceptibly.

"Ms. Li."

He turned to Li Bingjun.

"This is Ms. Li Qiqi, the wife of the former director of Hexiang Trading."

"I've admired you for a long time."

Li Bingjun smiled and nodded, but her gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

When Li Qiqi bent over, her neckline was faintly visible.

"I found the business advice that President Jiang gave me last time very helpful."

Her fingertips brushed against Jiang Tiansheng's shoulder unintentionally.

"When will we meet again...?"

"Next week."

Jiang Tiansheng interrupted her, speaking in a businesslike tone.

"Ms. Li's cooperation is still needed for the handover of Hexiang."

Li Bingjun pursed her red lips slightly, her eyes filled with mockery.

"President Jiang is truly... meticulous in everything he does."

After Li Qiqi swayed away and walked away, Jiang Tiansheng casually changed the subject.

What is Hongpu Real Estate's debt ratio?

"62%, what's wrong?"

"Once the local market declines..."

Jiang Tiansheng put down his napkin.

"This lever could kill you."

Li Bingjun's smile froze.

"Mr. Jiang, are you exaggerating? Hong Kong real estate prices have only risen for the past twenty years."

"Cheung Kong Holdings quietly reduced its holdings in non-core properties by 15% last week."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice was low and deep.

"Sun Hung Kai Properties is also tightening its commercial real estate lending, these..."

He looked directly at Li Bingjun.

"Didn't Miss Li notice?"

Li Bingjun's fingers, which were gripping the cup, turned white.

Why is Mr. Jiang suddenly showing interest in my family's business?

"Because I was in a hurry."

Jiang Tiansheng said frankly.

“For every 1 cents that Best Property’s stock price rises, I can earn an extra 300 million.”

He leaned forward.

"Lin Luoqi's distraction from Hongpu's affairs will affect my expected returns."

Li Bingjun sneered.

"Ultimately, it's all for myself."

"Of course, it's a man."

Jiang Tiansheng made no attempt to hide it.

"I'm 70% certain that the real estate market will adjust. I don't want Hongpu to go bankrupt again, and I don't want Lin Luoqi to be distracted."

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

"I suggest that your father reach an agreement with Lin Luoqi as soon as possible, even if... he has to give up some benefits."

As Jiang Tiansheng was leaving the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of Li Qiqi paying the bill at the front desk.

She winked at him, her red lips silently making the shape of "nine o'clock".

On the 18th floor of the Kowloon Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, Jiang Tiansheng knocked on the door of room 1808.

The door had barely opened a crack when he violently pushed it open and pinned Li Qiqi against the wall.

"What's the rush...?"

Li Qiqi giggled and dodged away.

"Let's get down to business first. You promised to teach me how to invest."

Jiang Tiansheng loosened his tie and tossed a stack of documents out of his briefcase.

"600 million, how quickly do you want a return?"

"Of course, the sooner the better."

Li Qiqi walked barefoot on the carpet. When she bent down to pick up the documents, her skirt rode up, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

Jiang Tiansheng's gaze darkened.

"In the stock market, making one or two million in three months is no problem."

"Really?"

Li Qiqi's eyes lit up.