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

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at the data.

"Not enough. I want 7%."

Zhang Taotao looked troubled.

"Acquiring another 1200 million shares would require more than 2.4 million yuan, and..."

"And what?"

Jiang Tiansheng looked up.

“Continuing large-scale acquisitions could easily raise concerns among Hutchison Whampoa’s senior management.”

Zhang Taotao lowered his voice.

"They have already noticed this and have recently been buying back some of their outstanding shares."

Jiang Tiansheng pondered for a moment.

"We will stop acquiring shares once the price exceeds 22 yuan. Until then, we will do our best to buy more."

"Yes."

Zhang Taotao nodded and added.

"By the way, the 300 million shares of stock that International City Company subscribed for have been received."

A glint of light flashed in Jiang Tiansheng's eyes.

"An additional 300 million shares will be added."

983 “This…”

Zhang Taotao's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"I'm afraid that will be difficult..."

Jiang Tiansheng's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

"Manager Zhang, we've been working together for so long, so please feel free to speak frankly if you have any difficulties."

Zhang Taotao stammered.

"There have been too many applicants recently, and the quota is limited..."

Jiang Tiansheng smiled knowingly, took out a check from his suit pocket, and pushed it in front of Zhang Taotao.

"20 is your reward for your hard work."

Zhang Taotao forced himself to remain calm.

"Mr. Jiang, I can't accept this..."

"Take it."

Jiang Tiansheng's tone left no room for refusal.

"What I want are those 300 million shares."

Zhang Taotao quickly put away the check, making a solemn promise.

"Don't worry, we guarantee you'll receive the subscription rights within a week!"

After leaving HSBC, Jiang Tiansheng drove straight to De'an Securities. When he pushed open the door to Bai Jinyan's office, the securities elite was studying a film market report.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Bai Jinyan stood up to greet him.

"I was just about to talk to you about the film company."

Jiang Tiansheng sat down and took the documents handed to him by Bai Jinyan.

"Tell me, how feasible is it to invest in a film company?"

Bai Jinyan pushed up his glasses.

"Data shows that the film industry underwent a major reshuffle after 80. The Shaw Brothers declined, Golden Harvest became dominant but lacked staying power, and many stars started their own studios..."

"more specific."

Jiang Tiansheng interrupted.

"Hong Kong's box office revenue has increased by 120% in three years, especially for action and comedy films."

Bai Jinyan pulled up a set of data.

"Baoxiang Films is not a large-scale operation, but its founder, Hong Jinbao, has extensive connections in the industry and has good production capabilities."

Jiang Tiansheng seemed to be deep in thought.

"If De'an Investment were to acquire shares, what percentage would be appropriate?"

Bai Jinyan quickly calculated.

"With an investment of 100 million, you can get 60% of the shares. Hong Jin retains 40% and continues to be responsible for the operation."

"60%..."

Jiang Tianzheng lightly tapped the table with his fingertips.

"We have enough control."

Bai Jinyan probed.

"Are you really planning to enter the film and television industry?"

"Diversify investments to mitigate risks."

Jiang Tiansheng said calmly.

"I'm meeting with Hung Kam-po tomorrow."

Bai Jinyan was about to dial the number when he stopped.

"Mr. Jiang, our funds are all allocated for working capital and loan repayments. If we were to invest in a film company..."

"From my personal account."

Jiang Tiansheng straightened his suit cuffs.

"De'an, keep an eye on the industrial sector. Let me know immediately if you find a suitable target."

Hung Kam-po arrived at the coffee shop of the Kowloon Shangri-La Hotel half an hour early.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, a stark contrast to his comical on-screen persona, and was now nervously reviewing company reports.

"Mr. Hong, you've been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice came from behind.

Hung Kam-po quickly got up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I didn't expect you to come in person."

After the two sat down, Jiang Tiansheng got straight to the point.

“I’ve looked at the data for your company’s three most recent films. The box office was good, but the profit margin was only 15%, which is too low.”

Hong Jinbao smiled bitterly.

“The publisher’s commission is too high, and our small company has no bargaining power.”

"If I invest, this problem can be solved."

Jiang Tiansheng took a sip of coffee.

"De'an has an advertising company under its umbrella, which can integrate resources."

Hung Kam-pao's career quickly faded.

"Mr. Jiang, how much investment do you want? How many shares do you want?"

"80, 70% equity."

Jiang Tiansheng put down the cup, and the porcelain clinked together with a crisp sound.

"this…"

Hung Kam-pao's expression changed.

"70% is too much; the company would no longer be mine."

Jiang Tiansheng chuckled.

"Mr. Hong, you still haven't paid off the high-interest loan you took out last year, have you? I heard that with the interest compounded, it's already reached 120 million?"

Hung Kam-po suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with panic.

Jiang Tiansheng continued.

“I can help you resolve your debts and inject funds into your company. You retain the creative rights, and I will only oversee the finances.”

The negotiations lasted three hours. Hung Kam-pao went from initial resistance to hesitation, and finally, as he finished his fifth cup of coffee, he let out a long sigh.

"55% equity, 100 million investment, I retain control of the operation, and major decisions require the consent of both parties."

Jiang Tiansheng extended his hand.

"Deal made. I'll send my finance team to oversee things tomorrow."

That evening, the luxury residences in Ulsan Garden, a semi-mountainous area, were brightly lit.

As soon as Jiang Tiansheng entered the room, the butler announced his arrival.

"Sir, Mr. Zhang from the Fujia Newspaper has been waiting for you for two hours."

In the living room, Zhang Kuisheng was pacing anxiously. Upon seeing Jiang Tiansheng, he immediately came to greet him.

"Brother Jiang, you're finally back!"

Jiang Tiansheng gestured for him to sit down.

"President Zhang, what brings you here so late at night?"

"To be honest, the newspaper is on the verge of collapse."

Zhang Kuisheng took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

“The competition in the magazine industry is too fierce now. I would like to invite the Jiang family to invest 200 million yuan, taking a 40% stake.”

Before Jiang Tiansheng could speak, his wife Lin Ya came down the stairs.

"Mr. Zhang, Fujia's current market value is no more than 300 million. You want 200 million to give us 40%? Do you think we're easy targets?"

Zhang Kuisheng laughed awkwardly.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, we can discuss it..."

“50, 40% equity, we want to check the accounts.”

Jiang Tiansheng interrupted him.

"this…"

Zhang Kuisheng's forehead was covered in even more sweat.

"It's too low, what about the other shareholders..."

Lin Ya sneered.

"Other shareholders? Your brothers-in-law probably hold shares without any real ownership, right? Old Zhang, we've known each other for twenty years, don't try this trick on me."

Zhang Kuisheng's face flushed red and then turned pale, and he finally took his leave awkwardly.

Lin Ya closed the door and said to her husband.

"We can't do this kind of favor; they're clearly trying to rip us off."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded.

"You're right. By the way, I have an appointment with Lau Luen-hung tomorrow to discuss the fan business. What do you think..."

"Industrial projects can be invested in, but costs must be controlled."

Lin Ya said firmly.

"With the current oil crisis, there is a high demand for energy-saving products in Europe and the United States, but profit margins must be maintained."

The next day, in the conference room of Hexiang Trading Company, Liu Luanxiong, accompanied by three assistants, spread out a stack of documents.

"Mr. Jiang, I'll offer you $18 per fan for this year's newest model from Amego. That's the lowest price we can offer."

Jiang Tiansheng didn't even glance at the price list.

"$15, initial order for 30 units."

Liu Luanxiong frowned.

"This... our cost is only $14.5..."

"Then let's reduce the cost to $13."

Jiang Tiansheng looked directly at the other person.

“I can sign a long-term agreement for 1000 million units over three years, but the price must be reduced to $14.”

The conference room fell silent. Liu Luanxiong's assistants exchanged glances. Finally, Liu Luanxiong spoke.

"Mr. Jiang, I can't make that decision on the price..."

"Then let's make two contracts."

Jiang Tiansheng was prepared.

“One publicly disclosed agreement will be priced at $18, and the other confidential agreement at $14. I will make up the difference to you through an offshore company.”

Liu Luanxiong was very surprised.

"This...this is a betting agreement?"

"Yes."

Jiang Tiansheng laughed.

…………

"If you win the bet, you'll make a fortune; if you lose, I'll make up the difference."

Liu Luanxiong laughed, a laugh tinged with madness.

"Good! General Manager Jiang is indeed decisive!"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Just do as you say!"

Jiang Tiansheng nodded in satisfaction and gestured to his secretary to bring over the two contracts that had been prepared beforehand.

He elegantly unscrewed the pen cap, signed his name on the document, and wrote with a sharp, swift stroke.

"correct.

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly looked up.

How much inventory do you have right now?

"Approximately 300 million units."

Liu Luanxiong answered instinctively, then immediately became alert.

"Why does General Manager Jiang ask this?"

Jiang Tiansheng's smile deepened.

"I need the first batch of 30 units tomorrow."

"what?"

Liu Luanxiong almost jumped up.

"That's impossible! Logistics arrangements will take at least a week!"

"That's your problem."

Jiang Tiansheng closed the contract.

"I need to see the goods within three days, otherwise..."

He made a tearing gesture.

Liu Luanxiong's face turned ashen, but he eventually nodded.

He understood that he had already lost the battle.

The following day, in the high-level meeting room of Hexiang Trading Company.

"Mr. Jiang, it's already December, who would buy a fan at this time?"

The veins on Wang Mingyuan's forehead bulged, and his voice was full of doubt.

Jiang Tiansheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the crowd, overlooking the bustling night view of Hong Kong. His cold and stern face was reflected in the glass.

"Singapore's average annual temperature is 28 degrees Celsius."

He suddenly spoke, his voice eerily calm.

"Do places like Malaysia, Indonesia, and the Philippines have winter?"

There was silence in the conference room.

"But…"

Financial Director Chen Zhiqiang hesitated before speaking.

"The purchasing power of these countries..."

"Snapped!"

Jiang Tiansheng whirled around and slammed his hand on the conference table, making the teacups clink.

What I need is execution, not questioning!

Everyone fell silent.

Jiang Tiansheng's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Lin Xiaoman, the deputy director of the "063" marketing department.

"Xiaoman, you'll be in charge of the Singapore market."

His tone suddenly softened.

"I'm giving you two weeks to open up three main distribution channels."

Lin Xiaoman nodded nervously, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

Yes, General Jiang.

Jiang Tiansheng smiled with satisfaction, a smile that sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

Remember, I only care about the result. The process... is unimportant.

In the office of the Fujia Newspaper, Zhang Kuisheng stared at the asset investigation report in front of him, his fingers trembling so much that he could barely hold the document.

"130 million? How is that possible!"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Our brand is worth at least 500 million!"

Luo Qixing casually crossed his legs, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

Mr. Zhang, the numbers don't lie.

He pointed to the red text on the report.

“Your printing equipment is 15 years old and it’s no longer covered by insurance.”

Zhang Kuisheng slumped into a chair.

"50 million, 40% of the shares."

Luo Qixing looked down at him.

"Plus, they'll cooperate with our audit. This is the final quote."

Zhang Kuisheng looked up, his eyes filled with despair.

I need the printing plant's support... those credit orders..."