"Two hundred and fifty thousand, what do you start?"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were a little confused, his fingers were still unconsciously playing the cigarette that was about to burn out, and in front of him, seven or eight cigarette butts were lying quietly on the ground.

Zhao Shanhe has been sitting on the curb of this road with sparse traffic for half an hour, and he has been sitting here since he came out of the bank half an hour ago.

The traces of the rain just now have long since disappeared in the bright sun.

Zhao Shanhe just came out, just to go to the bank to see how much money he had in hand.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

If you want to earn enough money to pay off your father-in-law's debts, you have to ensure your quality of life, not just shouting slogans.

It's easy to make 100 million, but it's not easy to make 100 million a year.

In particular, when he saw that the balance displayed on the ATM screen was only 200,000, Zhao Shanhe knew that he had set a nightmare-level difficulty.

Give Zhao Shanhe enough time, and it is easy to earn 100 million with 250,000.

The point is, now he just doesn't have time.

Gold has to go through a variety of complex processes before it can be turned into a finished product and sold in a gold store, let alone make money directly from others.

Zhao Shanhe thought about going off the rails to make quick money, such as the welfare lottery.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't deliberately memorize the winning numbers of each two-color ball lotto, relying on luck to fight, and the European emperor didn't dare to think so.

Rebirth is already very lucky, if you can win 100 million if you buy a lottery ticket casually, no matter how much the screenwriter doesn't dare to write like this.

Starting a business, which industry can make 100 million with 250,000 in a year?

Investment?

250,000 becomes 100 million a year?

It's a joke to think about, which venture capital project doesn't have to wait for a long time, and finally hatches until the harvest season.

Even if there is a project that can earn 100 million yuan with an initial investment of 250,000 yuan, it is not something he can participate in now.

After rubbing his head a little annoyed, Zhao Shanhe's eyes couldn't help but light up.

You can't invest in cash, you can be invested and realized.

What I have to do is to put up the shelves, and then find a way to find those investors, tell them stories, impress them, and let them take the money out of their pockets.

In this way, it is much less difficult.

After all, the Cao family has not collapsed yet, and it has not yet reached the time when the trees have fallen and scattered.

Cao Yun's connections are still there, and as the son-in-law of the Cao family, he can still get in touch with many rich people.

At this time, which line of work is the best to tell a story and attract investment?

Internet!

With Zhao Shanhe's experience and experience after 19 years, he directly locked the target.

Although he doesn't know much about the Internet, Zhao Shanhe knows that the most important thing in this industry is the concept. This is true not only in this industry, but also in many industries.

Do many product bosses really understand technology?

No, they don't really understand.

However, they know which direction to go. If you go in the right direction, someone will naturally do the technical things.

The main tone was set, and Zhao Shanhe suddenly felt enlightened.

The irritability in my heart also went away, and I stood up and patted my ass and walked home.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Shanhe returned to the Century Garden.

After opening the door and changing his shoes, Zhao Shanhe saw a messy living room.

"You can still live if you do evil in heaven, but you can't live if you do evil in yourself. ”

Zhao Shanhe shook his head with a wry smile, walked into the kitchen, took out the broom, and began to sweep the confetti on the floor.

It took half an hour for Zhao Shanhe to clean up the living room.

As soon as he finished cleaning up and sat down to drink a sip of water, Zhao Shanhe heard a buzzing sound from somewhere.

After carefully searching, Zhao Shanhe found the source of the sound, and a mobile phone on the dining table was vibrating.

Looking at the notes displayed on the screen, Zhao Shanhe pressed the answer button.

"Shanhe, I heard Xiaoqing say that you are not feeling well, are you okay?"

As soon as it was connected, a hearty voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.

"It's just a little cold, it's nothing, thank you dad for your concern. Zhao Shanhe hurriedly replied.

Naturally, it will not be Zhao Shanhe's father who called, but Cao Yiqing's father, Cao Yun.

"That's good, you can rest and have dinner together in the evening. I still have something to do here, so I'll hang up first. ”

After speaking, he didn't give Zhao Shanhe a chance to answer, so he hung up the phone.

In the previous life, Zhao Shanhe and Cao Yiqing divorced Cao Yun without knowing it, and he didn't know until the two of them completed all the formalities.

Today in his previous life, after signing the paper, Zhao Shanhe was drunk and drunk, and he didn't receive this call at all. When I woke up the next day, I didn't call back.

Listening to the beeping sound coming from the earpiece, Zhao Shanhe's heart was suddenly extremely entangled.

For Cao Yun, the old man, Zhao Shanhe is extremely respectful.

Before he and Cao Yiqing faked their marriage, Cao Yun was his Bole.

After marrying Cao Yiqing, Cao Yun treated him no different from Cao Yiqing, did not reserve some experience to teach him hands-on, and completely cultivated him as a successor.

It's just that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, not to mention that he has a son-in-law.

Sun Xiumin, that is, Cao Yiqing's mother, has a completely opposite attitude towards him and Cao Yun.

Yanjing's mother-in-law and Zhonghai's mother-in-law are notoriously difficult in China.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shanhe met Zhonghai's mother-in-law.

Zhao Shanhe and Cao Yiqing moved out of Cao Yun and them, not only because it was inconvenient for two people to get married and live in the same room, but also because Sun Xiumin had been giving Zhao Shanhe a look.

Cao Yiqing felt very sorry for Zhao Shanhe, so he chose to move out.

Zhao Shanhe was very entangled at this moment, whether to pinch his nose and go for a meal, or simply find a reason not to go.

It is said that the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at it, the more she likes it, and it is between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law that are prone to problems.

fell on Zhao Shanhe's head, but his mother-in-law had an opinion about him, Zhao Shanhe used to endure and not say anything, but now he can't bear it to be honest.

After thinking about it in distress, Zhao Shanhe felt that it was better to do the most important thing first. Compared with making money, the relationship with the mother-in-law is not a big deal.

Zhao Shanhe put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and walked to the study.

Century Garden is a new community built only the year before last, with only two types of apartments, a large three-bedroom of 120 square meters and a small three-bedroom of 80 square meters.

The owner of the developer is a friend of Cao Yun, and Cao Yun bought a set of houses when the market opened, and it has been empty since the decoration was completed.

Of course, Cao Yun's buying price must be lower than the market price.

When Zhao Shanhe and his wife moved out last year, Cao Yun gave them this house.

In the study, a Lenovo notebook is sitting on the table.

After Zhao Shanhe turned on the machine, he took a notebook and a pen, and began to look for the information he needed online.

When a person is serious about doing things, it is difficult to feel the passage of time.

Zhao Shanhe was still jotting something in the notebook on the computer screen, and the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated again.

Zhao Shanhe, who was disturbed, was extremely irritable.

However, after seeing the caller ID on the screen, Zhao Shanhe still pressed the answer button.

"I'm downstairs. The call was made by Cao Yiqing, and Cao Yiqing, who cherished words like gold, hung up the phone after saying a word.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Shanhe saw the time displayed on the phone screen, 17:30.

It has been three hours since he started to look up the information.

When people are serious about something, it is difficult to feel the passage of time.

Zhao Shanhe knew that he had to make a choice, to go or not to go.

If you go, you will definitely be angry.

If you don't go, you have to explain to Cao Yiqing, maybe Cao Yun will call.

Zhao Shanhe thought about it and decided to go.

If there is a conflict because of such a trivial matter, it is not worth it, as long as Sun Xiumin is not too excessive.

Since he decided to go, Zhao Shanhe would not hesitate, went back to the room to change his clothes, and ran downstairs.

Cao Yiqing's BMW had already stopped downstairs waiting for him, and Zhao Shanhe opened the car door and sat down.

As soon as Zhao Shanhe got in the car, Cao Yiqing's brows furrowed.

Because of time, Zhao Shanhe just changed the vest into a shirt, and the pants did not change.

In the afternoon, he burned most of the pack of cigarettes, and the smell of smoke on Zhao Shanhe's body could be smelled from a long distance, not to mention the small space of the car.

Zhao Shanhe was still thinking about things in his heart, and he didn't notice Cao Yiqing's expression at all, if he did, maybe he would go back to change his clothes and come down again.

After fastening the seat belt, Zhao Shanhe leaned on the back of the chair and continued to ponder.

Cao Yiqing's attitude towards Zhao Shanhe was not surprised, the two of them usually get along like this.

Only in front of others, when needed, will they behave like a normal couple.

The place where Cao Yun lives is not very far from them, it is a villa in the southern suburbs of Zhongchun Road in Zhuanqiao, which can be reached in about ten minutes by car.

"It's here. ”