Before the development bank incident broke out, Yunique selected three targets for hostile takeovers.
These three goals all have high-quality assets, including unlimited land, intellectual property, buildings, markets, customers, special licenses, skilled workers, brands, etc.
The point is, their stock prices are all mediocre. Affected by the financial industry, their stock prices have reached new lows. If you buy and sell, the profits start at 100%.
Hanjin Heavy Industries is only the first, and there are two more targets.
The other is a larger paper mill.
There is also an auto parts factory, which is exactly the same, buying and selling everything.
This approach is very immoral. First, it will cause most workers to lose their jobs. Second, it will hit the real industry. Third, it will create chaos.
In addition, Yunique was not interested in small businesses, so the chaos caused was a bit big and inevitably made a lot of news.
The shortcomings are obvious, but the advantages are also obvious. The money comes quickly, which seems like a money grab, but it is legal.
Zhang Jing didn't know that his adopted daughter turned her hands into clouds and turned her hands into rain.
At the same time, he had completed the salvage work in the North Sea of Japan and dismantled the murals into ten pieces, seven stone Buddha statues, and about 250,000 bottles of liquor.
The Buddha statues are all 1.5-1.8 meters high and are all stone carvings. Choose the best one for Wen Li and keep one for yourself. All other Buddha statues and murals will be taken care of by Leopard Beer and planned to be donated.
This donation is not another donation, it is a gift for Leopard beer series products to enter the Dragon Kingdom. Chinese website
The content of the 250,000 bottles of liquor is relatively simple, all produced by Moutai Town, including 500 ml iron-cap Moutai and some 25-liter large bottles of Moutai.
The 25-liter bottle is similar to an enlarged version of the Feitian White Bottle.
Zhang Jing suspected that it was fake wine. How could there be a 25-liter bottle of Moutai liquor? Are you lying to foreigners?
Afterwards, it is time to rest and stop at Xiangjiang. After arriving at the place, except for the legalization of landing the Qitai Buddha statues, other salvaged items will not be disembarked.
Zhang Jing got off the ship in Busan on the way, flew to Xiangjiang first, and drove a temporary SUV purchased from a certain city into Shenzhen by land.
We don't stop in Zhencheng and drive towards Huizhou. Most of the roads behind us are through the mountains and hills.
Driving about 400 kilometers northeast, Zhang Jing came to the picturesque Wuping County.
"Hello," Zhang Jing walked into a police station and went to the household registration window to ask, "Where does Captain Qinghuan live? He should be about 75 years old this year."
The household registration officer looked at Zhang Jing with a confused expression. Should I tell you? Who are you?
I didn't get the answer I wanted, but there was still a bright future. In another village, a middle-aged man who was canceling the account for the elderly asked Zhang Jing, "Are you talking about the captain of the Skylark?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing said energetically, "that's him."
"He lives in Yamaguchi Town. You need to find out which village specifically."
Wow, Zhang Jing was so surprised that he subconsciously took out a tip of 100 meters from his jacket pocket and handed it over.
The middle-aged man looked stunned.
Zhang Jing also realized that it was not popular in the Long Kingdom to give tips to express gratitude, but he had already taken it out and stuffed it directly into the other person's hand.
After leaving the county seat, Zhang Jing drove north along the navigation system. Behind him were bigger and deeper mountains, which became higher and steeper as he walked.
After driving along the road at the foot of the mountain for about 80 kilometers, Zhang Jing arrived at Shankou Town. The sun had already set.
The first thing I felt when I arrived was that the environment was really good. The surrounding mountain tops were surrounded by clouds and mist, which made it feel like a fairy. The second thing I felt was that there were many elderly people and it was very peaceful. It felt a bit like a wealthy area in Citigroup.
"Hello," Zhang Jing asked an old woman who was walking, "Grandma, do you know where Captain Qinghuan lives?"
The old lady shook her head to show that she didn't recognize him.
Then Zhang Jing met someone and asked around, and finally met an old man.
"That's a madman, a very annoying madman," the old man complained. "I used to be his neighbor because he sang until midnight every night, so I had to move out."
"Excuse me, what village did you live in before?" Zhang Jing asked politely.
"Dakeng Village is only four kilometers away from here."
After thanking Zhang Jing, he got in the car and
departure.
Along the steep mountain road, Zhang Jing was dumbfounded when he arrived at a place called Dakeng Village, a village located at the bottom of a circular mountain pit.
The sun had gone down, and the vision was dim, and the bottom of the pit could not be seen at a glance.
The road curve was too sharp and steep, and there were no barriers. If you were not careful, you would die, so Zhang Jing drove very slowly.
After arriving at the bottom of the mountain for more than ten minutes, I discovered that it was an abandoned mountain village with a few lights.
Pausing at the entrance of the village for more than ten seconds, Zhang Jing gently stepped on his feet and went deep into the village with white walls and blue tiles.
After driving along the main cement road for more than thirty meters, I heard faint singing.
"There is a girl"
"She is a little willful"
"She's still a little arrogant."
I have to complain, it's really unpleasant, it sounds like a broken voice, like metal friction.
Looking for the song, Zhang Jing came outside a two-story building. The car turned off and people got out of the car. Through the window, he saw an old man simmering a fire pit in the kitchen under the dim light.
While drinking songs and baking socks, there is a bottle of local rice wine and a plate of peanuts on the stool next to me.
"My passion is like a fire, burning the entire desert."
"When the sun sees me, it will also avoid me..."
After a while, he changed to another song. He sang it so late at night. No wonder the neighbors called him crazy.
Zhang Jing walked around to the door and knocked the door gently.
The unpleasant singing in the kitchen suddenly stopped, and my ears felt relieved immediately.
"Who is it?" a voice asked from the kitchen.
"Captain Qinghuan," Zhang Jing explained his purpose, "My name is Zhang Jing, and I just came from Beihai, a country of Japan."
The wooden door creaked open from the inside, and a strong smell of rice wine hit your nostrils.
Looking at Zhang Jing, the 75-year-old thin old man looked suspiciously.
The old man looked at Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing also looked at him. He had gray hair, a thin body, a rosy nose, and big eyes.
"I opened the Skylark," Zhang Jing looked at the old man with respect. "The wine and cultural relics are well preserved. This is all thanks to you and your crew."
I didn't pay attention to it at the beginning of the salvage, but later I found that all the cultural relics were well protected, almost too good; the wine was also well protected.
It was later discovered that the ship had been sank on purpose, and someone had made a difficult choice to protect the cultural relics from being sold abroad.
Qing Huan looked at Zhang Jing with big turbid eyes, and moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but worried that the stranger was not well-intentioned.
"Seven Buddha statues and ten murals are still intact after 40 years," Zhang Jing said. "Except for two of the Buddha statues, the others will be returned to the Dragon Kingdom. They will never be stolen or sold in the future."
"Aren't you here to trouble me?" Qing Huan asked a worried question.
"No," Zhang Jing shook his head, "I only represent myself."
The old man was obviously relieved and said, "Let's go, I don't welcome strangers."
"Let's drink some."
While talking, Zhang Jing returned to the car and used a cloth bag to bring ten bottles of Moutai with iron caps.
Looking at the many good wines, Qing Huan was obviously moved, "Come in, I just have some good food."
"Wait a minute," Zhang Jing put down ten bottles of 500 ml Moutai, returned to the car, and took out five kilograms of soy sauce beef and a bottle of 25 liters of Moutai.
Seeing the 25-liter large Moutai Qinghuan's eyes trembling, he reacted and said: "You come to light the fire, you must order some hard food!"
The stove-style kitchen has a pure taste of hometown, just like returning to his childhood when Zhang Jing skillfully started a fire and burned wood.
Qing Huan took out half a smoked goose, a piece of pork liver, two pig ears, and some edamame from the refrigerator.
After half an hour of busy work, five dishes were served together with Zhang Jing’s soy sauce beef, followed by drinking.
I opened a 500 ml bottle of Moutai with an iron cap and gently slapped the mouth of the bottle. The fragrance overflowed and I felt like my soul was gone after smelling it.
After a simple blending, the next step is to enjoy the time, have a sip of wine, a bite of delicious food, and chat about home cooking.
At this moment, nothing can be exchanged for a thousand dollars.
