Alliances and the like are always the most unreliable, ready to stab you in the back at any time. So, in the end, you have to rely on yourself.
So, without considering domestic motorcycle companies, just follow Fuxing Industry's own rhythm.
Both domestic and foreign, two flowers bloom!
'Uncle, it's not like you to not have a plan,'
Han Songlin glared at Tang Yan. 'What style am I?'
'Well, decisive!'
'Is that the image you have of me?' Han Songlin asked curiously. How could he possibly look decisive?
Hesitation and indecision are the norm in life.
'Ah, and you have the wisdom of a military strategist, the foresight of a visionary, and the wisdom and valour of a great leader...' Tang Yan kept talking, while keeping an eye on Han Songlin's expression.
'Stop it, just stop reciting idioms! If you're not trying to be polite, just get to the point.'
Tang Yan was seen through, but she didn't feel embarrassed or anything; in front of Han Songlin, Tang Yan didn't care about saving face.
'Uncle, I want to borrow some money!'
Han Songlin froze for a moment: 'Your mother, something happened?'
The only thing that came to Han Songlin's mind was that Tang Yan needed money for her purpose. He knew that Tang Yan often visited her mother, and he didn't object to this.
If a person doesn't even have family, can they be trusted?
Loyalty and filial piety are not 100% equivalent, but in most cases, one's character can be seen through filial piety.
Tang Yan shook her head: 'My mother is okay!'
Thinking about her, Tang Yan didn't know what to say, because Tang Yan's mother had married an honest man.
Although life was poor, the days were not bad.
And she was pregnant!
Tang Yan was full of blessings in her heart.
Han Songlin was even more surprised. Wait, could it be that He Gui had found Tang Yan?
Han Songlin had not told Tang Yan about the last time he met He Gui and gave him a good beating. But through He Gui's account of the incident and Han Songlin's side of it, he had come to understand that Tang Yan, who was as docile as a cat in his presence, was not as harmless as she seemed.
'Okay, how much do you want?'
Tang Yan bit her lip and hesitantly held up one finger.
'Ten thousand! If it's just this much, you could have just said so and saved all this trouble!'
Is 10,000 yuan a lot of money?
In the 1990s, it was indeed a lot.
But usually, Han Songlin was very generous with Tang Yan and would usually give her 10,000 or 20,000 yuan at a time.
This was her living expenses and those of Liu Yang.
Tang Yan saw that Han Songlin had misunderstood and quickly said, 'Uncle, it's one million yuan!'
Han Songlin, who was about to get up and say that he would get the money from the safe, was so scared that he shivered and almost fell over.
Tang Yan quickly helped Han Songlin to his feet.
Why did he look so shocked at the mention of a million?
Here, an explanation is in order. Han Songlin had just sat up when his legs went numb!
He signalled for Tang Yan to let go, and Han Songlin sat back down in his chair, looking suspiciously at Tang Yan.
He wondered if he had heard her wrong.
'No, did you say a million?' Han Songlin's tone went up two notches when he said the word "million".
Tang Yan was hesitant before she spoke, but after she did, she let go.
'Yes! Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely pay you back in the future. If I can't pay you back, I will compensate you with my body,' she said, making a seductive gesture.
She was young, and I don't know where she learned that.
Not bad, quite seductive.
Han Songlin's eyes wandered over Tang Yan's body, but his face remained unmoved: 'Behave yourself, you daydreamer, stop thinking about useless things. Tell me, what do you want to do with the money?'
Without saying anything, he simply refused without asking for a reason.
The fact that someone dares to ask for this money means that it has a reasonable use.
Tang Yan had been paying attention to Han Songlin, and naturally noticed her gaze.
This girl is not unattractive.
'Stock market!'
Han Songlin was stunned, and subconsciously said, 'You don't even know which way the stock exchange door opens, and you want to speculate in stocks!'
Wait, which way does the stock exchange door open?
Normally, it should face south, but in reality, Han Songlin didn't know for sure.
Tang Yan said, 'I don't care which way the door opens, as long as I know that I can make money by entering the door, isn't that fine?'
'You're right! But can you make money? In the stock market, there's an 80/20 rule, you know?'
'Eighty percent of people lose money, and 20 percent make money! I know.' How could Tang Yan not know this? She didn't think she would be one of the 80 percent.
Han Songlin pondered for a moment. He had dabbled in stocks before, although his skills were not very good, and he just bought and sold at the market price.
What is meant by buying and selling at the market price is that you pick a stock, buy it, and then never look at it again.
Han Songlin was not saying that he could not afford to give Tang Yan one million yuan.
The problem now was just one: whether it was worth it.
'If you want to speculate in stocks, then you always need a strategy!'
Tang Yan said, 'I'm going to buy Changhong.'
'Changhong?'
Han Songlin naturally knew what Changhong was.
In Shu, Changhong had a high market share.
Han Songlin's first colour TV at home was a Changhong; it was the same in his previous life and it was still the same in this life.
After Tang Yan mentioned it, it seemed that Han Songlin really remembered it.
He had looked at the stock of Changhong.
Although, when he looked at it, the stock price was only four or five yuan, and it continued to fall all the way down, by 2021 it was just over two yuan.
But Changhong's stock had a glorious moment in the 1990s.
Han Songlin has forgotten the exact share price, but he does remember that Changhong's share price performed quite well before 1998.
'Why did you buy it?'
'I'm optimistic about Changhong's future development.'
Han Songlin's eyes are full of doubt. Tang Yan says she is optimistic, but there has to be a reason.
Tang Yan: 'I saw information about Changhong at the company.'
Information about Changhong?
Yes, Han Songlin did have a habit of collecting information on important companies and people.
Most of this information came from public sources.
Nowadays, if you want to collect information, you basically get it from the newspapers.
'And?'
'In 1988 or 1989, Changhong started a price war in the colour TV industry, and Changhong was the only winner in this price war!'
Han Songlin wondered, 'What does this show?'
'Changhong's management team, especially Li Ruifeng, is amazing!' Tang Yan said with certainty. She naturally understood that a company's development was directly related to its management, especially its core figures.
'How about compared to me?'
Tang Yan smiled wanly, like a blooming peony, as if choked: 'In my heart, you will always be the most amazing!'
'Cough, this, just think about it in your heart!'
Tang Yan pursed her lips, and Han Songlin could be quite arrogant sometimes.
But because of this, he seemed even more genuine.
'These are not the only reasons why you should look at Changhong, are they?'