Chapter 193
Ye Fan looked around and saw that the painter registered a website and then changed it to his company's official website.
The name is also very retarded. What is the name of Hualu real estate group? According to his introduction, it seems to be mainly engaged in real estate. To put it bluntly, it is to invest in a piece of land. If the land appreciates, he can sell it and make money.
It is a bit similar to stock speculation, which requires a vicious eye and bold skills.
The company's sideline is development and manufacturing, which is equivalent to the contractor. It can contract the land of other companies for transformation.
"How's it going? Am I good?" The painter looked at Ye Fan proudly, picked his eyebrows and said.
"Well, a million. I can't even make up the down payment for the house here."
Ye Fan touched his nose awkwardly and said aside.
This sentence is really not what he said in order to crack down on painters. As a land in the city center, the price is naturally higher than others. It has already reached wuwanping. It takes at least $5 million to buy a house.
"Cough..." the painter felt his forehead awkwardly and smiled bitterly: "Alas, there's no way to make such a little money."
"But you can rest assured that I believe in my IQ and strength. Within a month, the company will become bigger and stronger."
Who knows, when the painter's conversation turned, he patted his chest with confidence on his face, and bursts of pride appeared on his face.
If he could be convinced by himself, I'm afraid the painter would have been reduced by his IQ.
"Just you, forget it? As long as you don't lose this million, you're not stupid. If you lose, you're more stupid than a fool." Ye Fan hissed and turned his eyes in disdain.
Where is it that artists think it is so simple to start a company?
No matter how smart you are, it doesn't matter how you can compare with others?
"Well, don't ridicule me. The first thing we have to do now is to find this man." The painter put away his joking appearance and was serious.
Then he took out a picture from the drawer and put it on the table.
Ye Fan took the photo and took a look. There stood a middle-aged man in his early thirties. His facial features were more durable. It can be seen that he was handsome when he was young.
"Who is he?"
Ye Fan frowned and wondered.
"He's a myth..." when it comes to the middle-aged man in the picture, the painter shows a look of respect, He said: "his name is Ye Hua. I have a name with you. He used to be, but all the talented young people who are eager for real estate. None of the land he likes is not promoted. Moreover, the young man is a thief. Before, he liked a land of $50.2 billion and secretly gave all the funds in the company to Luo."
"I invested in the land. As a result, the company became angry and directly asked the patrolman to catch him. Unexpectedly, the young man was not angry at all. He said that after a month, he would kneel down and beg himself to let it out. This incident at that time caused a sensation in the local news."
"As like as two peas, the young man's land turned ten times, and it turned two billion, just like what he said, and the company went down on his knees and asked him to go back."
With that, his face suddenly darkened, as if complaining about the injustice of God, and added the last sentence: "it's a pity that he was framed by other colleagues, carried an unwarranted charge, and then went back to his hometown to have a rest."
After listening to this story, Ye Fan's eyes are full of wonderful. Isn't it these high IQ personnel he needs in this era?
If we can really win over this man named Ye Hua, wouldn't it be more powerful against the Pandora Empire?
Thinking of this, he quickly said, "let's go. Hesitate. Go dig him up and show him 100000 a month."
"I can't see. You're so powerful." The painter looked at Ye Fan unexpectedly and said contemptuously.
According to the address on the photo, they came to a community, which is about to be abandoned. There are few families living in it. The equipment and environment of the community are very dilapidated and gloomy.
"Tut Tut, as expected, people can't escape money." Ye Fan said with a tut.
After all, this society is too fucking realistic. Even if rich people kill, they break the law. If they have no money, even farting is a crime.
"Yes, that's why I'm determined to start a company." The painter followed his sentiment.
They kept searching according to the address on the photo, and finally stopped at one of the buildings in the community. This is area B. It seems that area B should be the earliest built, which is more dilapidated than other places.
After entering the building, they walked through the stairs that could collapse at any time and came to the door of a room.
"Hello, anyone?" Ye Fan glanced at the address on the photo, knocked on the door and said politely.
"Who? I don't know if this community is about to be demolished. Do you need accommodation?"
A voice of resentment sounded. With the opening of the door, a middle-aged man came out with a untidy beard. He looked listless, his face was gray, and his hair was like a bird's nest.
"Hello, I'm a painter. We're here to invite you out of the mountain."
The painter immediately smiled and stretched out his hand and hurriedly introduced.
"Out of the mountain?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled, looked at them, and then showed a contemptuous smile: "forget it, look at your shabby appearance. If you look like a big company or a small company, there's no need to find me."
With that, he turned back to leave here.
Ye Fan suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and said sarcastically, "it turns out that you are a waste who can only pretend to force. I heard about your achievements before and thought you were a cow. Now it seems that you are just a waste who can only copy."
Then he spit two mouthfuls on the ground and said with disdain.
"Put your mother's fart. I never copied anyone's creativity at the beginning. I didn't know the land through internal news." After hearing this, the young man reacted violently, scarlet eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and looked like a man eater.
"Oh, without plagiarism, how can you still live in this place? I believe if you did all the previous achievements, I'm afraid it would be more than enough to live in a villa with your wisdom."
Ye Fan calmly looks at the middle-aged man and deliberately stimulates him.
"That's because, because..." the middle-aged man seemed to have difficulties. He bit his lips and didn't hold back a word.
"Because you're a waste." Ye Fan followed closely and spoke again to stimulate him.
"Fart, that's because you don't know too many things. I can tell you that the current cloud fire area sentence is a scam."
The name is also very retarded. What is the name of Hualu real estate group? According to his introduction, it seems to be mainly engaged in real estate. To put it bluntly, it is to invest in a piece of land. If the land appreciates, he can sell it and make money.
It is a bit similar to stock speculation, which requires a vicious eye and bold skills.
The company's sideline is development and manufacturing, which is equivalent to the contractor. It can contract the land of other companies for transformation.
"How's it going? Am I good?" The painter looked at Ye Fan proudly, picked his eyebrows and said.
"Well, a million. I can't even make up the down payment for the house here."
Ye Fan touched his nose awkwardly and said aside.
This sentence is really not what he said in order to crack down on painters. As a land in the city center, the price is naturally higher than others. It has already reached wuwanping. It takes at least $5 million to buy a house.
"Cough..." the painter felt his forehead awkwardly and smiled bitterly: "Alas, there's no way to make such a little money."
"But you can rest assured that I believe in my IQ and strength. Within a month, the company will become bigger and stronger."
Who knows, when the painter's conversation turned, he patted his chest with confidence on his face, and bursts of pride appeared on his face.
If he could be convinced by himself, I'm afraid the painter would have been reduced by his IQ.
"Just you, forget it? As long as you don't lose this million, you're not stupid. If you lose, you're more stupid than a fool." Ye Fan hissed and turned his eyes in disdain.
Where is it that artists think it is so simple to start a company?
No matter how smart you are, it doesn't matter how you can compare with others?
"Well, don't ridicule me. The first thing we have to do now is to find this man." The painter put away his joking appearance and was serious.
Then he took out a picture from the drawer and put it on the table.
Ye Fan took the photo and took a look. There stood a middle-aged man in his early thirties. His facial features were more durable. It can be seen that he was handsome when he was young.
"Who is he?"
Ye Fan frowned and wondered.
"He's a myth..." when it comes to the middle-aged man in the picture, the painter shows a look of respect, He said: "his name is Ye Hua. I have a name with you. He used to be, but all the talented young people who are eager for real estate. None of the land he likes is not promoted. Moreover, the young man is a thief. Before, he liked a land of $50.2 billion and secretly gave all the funds in the company to Luo."
"I invested in the land. As a result, the company became angry and directly asked the patrolman to catch him. Unexpectedly, the young man was not angry at all. He said that after a month, he would kneel down and beg himself to let it out. This incident at that time caused a sensation in the local news."
"As like as two peas, the young man's land turned ten times, and it turned two billion, just like what he said, and the company went down on his knees and asked him to go back."
With that, his face suddenly darkened, as if complaining about the injustice of God, and added the last sentence: "it's a pity that he was framed by other colleagues, carried an unwarranted charge, and then went back to his hometown to have a rest."
After listening to this story, Ye Fan's eyes are full of wonderful. Isn't it these high IQ personnel he needs in this era?
If we can really win over this man named Ye Hua, wouldn't it be more powerful against the Pandora Empire?
Thinking of this, he quickly said, "let's go. Hesitate. Go dig him up and show him 100000 a month."
"I can't see. You're so powerful." The painter looked at Ye Fan unexpectedly and said contemptuously.
According to the address on the photo, they came to a community, which is about to be abandoned. There are few families living in it. The equipment and environment of the community are very dilapidated and gloomy.
"Tut Tut, as expected, people can't escape money." Ye Fan said with a tut.
After all, this society is too fucking realistic. Even if rich people kill, they break the law. If they have no money, even farting is a crime.
"Yes, that's why I'm determined to start a company." The painter followed his sentiment.
They kept searching according to the address on the photo, and finally stopped at one of the buildings in the community. This is area B. It seems that area B should be the earliest built, which is more dilapidated than other places.
After entering the building, they walked through the stairs that could collapse at any time and came to the door of a room.
"Hello, anyone?" Ye Fan glanced at the address on the photo, knocked on the door and said politely.
"Who? I don't know if this community is about to be demolished. Do you need accommodation?"
A voice of resentment sounded. With the opening of the door, a middle-aged man came out with a untidy beard. He looked listless, his face was gray, and his hair was like a bird's nest.
"Hello, I'm a painter. We're here to invite you out of the mountain."
The painter immediately smiled and stretched out his hand and hurriedly introduced.
"Out of the mountain?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled, looked at them, and then showed a contemptuous smile: "forget it, look at your shabby appearance. If you look like a big company or a small company, there's no need to find me."
With that, he turned back to leave here.
Ye Fan suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and said sarcastically, "it turns out that you are a waste who can only pretend to force. I heard about your achievements before and thought you were a cow. Now it seems that you are just a waste who can only copy."
Then he spit two mouthfuls on the ground and said with disdain.
"Put your mother's fart. I never copied anyone's creativity at the beginning. I didn't know the land through internal news." After hearing this, the young man reacted violently, scarlet eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and looked like a man eater.
"Oh, without plagiarism, how can you still live in this place? I believe if you did all the previous achievements, I'm afraid it would be more than enough to live in a villa with your wisdom."
Ye Fan calmly looks at the middle-aged man and deliberately stimulates him.
"That's because, because..." the middle-aged man seemed to have difficulties. He bit his lips and didn't hold back a word.
"Because you're a waste." Ye Fan followed closely and spoke again to stimulate him.
"Fart, that's because you don't know too many things. I can tell you that the current cloud fire area sentence is a scam."
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