Chapter 1632

"Old Zhang!" Zhou Andong said to Zhang Shenghui again: "Any interest in investing a little?"

Zhang Shenghui didn't speak; he was very hesitant inside.

Zhou Andong glanced at the rearview mirror: "In the future, the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, the New Tibet Highway, the Yunnan-Tibet Highway, and the Sichuan-Tibet Highway will definitely become some of the most popular tourist routes in the country. Therefore, my investment in chain hotels and chain gas stations is not limited to Ali."

"What are you still thinking about?" Wu Hongkang said very firmly: "Anyway, as long as Chairman Zhou is willing to play with me, I will definitely follow."

Zhang Shenghui tilted his head and glanced at Wu Hongkang, his face full of helplessness.

Old Wu, even if you want to play with Zhou Andong, we still have to maintain some dignity.

Being too eager isn't good business; you will lose the initiative this way, and you will be very passive when negotiating share distribution.

"Sigh!"

Zhang Shenghui sighed; he really felt a bit of "hate that iron doesn't become steel" toward Wu Hongkang, but at the same time, he was truly tempted.

If Zhou Andong's judgment was correct, investing in chain hotels and gas stations along these routes into Tibet, even if it didn't make money, would definitely not lose money.

"I'll consider it."

"Alright, just decide before we go home." Zhou Andong nodded: "I also want to advise you: it's best to invest personally and earn some retirement money for yourself."

Zhang Shenghui didn't speak, but was pondering that if he invested personally, he could scrape together two or three million at most.

And he would have to rely on his face to borrow this two or three million and get a bank loan.

Most importantly, the investment in chain hotels and chain gas stations is continuous.

If he was unable to make additional investments, how many shares would he have left in the end?

Also, the return cycle for the investment is very long, according to Zhou Andong's analysis.

It would take at least five or six years at the shortest, and it might take more than ten years at the longest.

With continuous investment for so many years, he wouldn't be able to make additional investments, and he could accept his shares being diluted, but how would he repay the bank interest?

Even if he borrowed one million from the bank, the annual interest alone would be enough to make him unable to breathe.

He could find a way to solve it for a year or two, but for five or six years, or even more than ten years, even if his bones were crushed, he wouldn't be able to pay off the interest.

Zhou Andong glanced at the rearview mirror again and saw Zhang Shenghui in the mirror with his brows tightly furrowed, and a faint, imperceptible smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Old Zhang, are you short on money? It doesn't matter; I know the person in charge of a foreign bank, and they are going to set up a branch in the country. I can be your guarantor; ten million or less is no problem.

And I'll go talk to them to give you the lowest interest rate and give you a few years of buffer period. Five or six years, ten or eight years, you don't have to pay interest, and you can pay it all back together after the deadline."

Hearing Zhou Andong's words, Zhang Shenghui was not happy; instead, he became vigilant.

He didn't believe Zhou Andong would be so kind, offering both a guarantee and a buffer period.

Not to mention just being business partners, even one's own father wouldn't do this.

Wu Hongkang's eyes lit up; in this world, how many people can be selfless?

Wu Hongkang didn't want to make wedding clothes for Zhao Hongxing this time either, but he didn't have the money.

Since Zhou Andong was willing to act as his guarantor for a bank loan, what was there to hesitate about?

"Chairman Zhou, if that's the case, then I'm very grateful."

Zhang Shenghui looked at Wu Hongkang speechlessly; did Zhou Andong give you some benefit to make you come and be a shill? With this back-and-forth, can we be a little more attentive?

At this time, the car stopped; they had arrived at the entrance of the military compound.

Qiao Hui greeted the guards, and Zhou Andong followed behind, entered the gate, and then drove directly to the family compound of the regimental headquarters.

Zhou Andong got out of the car and looked around; there were many trees planted around, and although they were all red willows, relatively speaking, the environment was quite good.

"The environment of our regiment is not bad, right?" Qiao Hui said with great emotion: "In the early fifties, after our troops entered Tibet, we followed orders: don't eat from the local area, don't live in civilian houses.

At that time, camping mainly relied on simple tents and yak-hair felt houses; in winter, the wind blew through from all sides, and we could only sleep in our clothes. By the sixties, the troops stationed in Tibet used local materials, building walls with mud, stones, and wood to create houses, and from then on, we lived in simple 'dry-rammed' barracks.

Although these simple barracks were warmer than tents, they still couldn't resist the invasion of severe cold. By the early eighties, the Military Commission invested huge sums of money to improve the housing conditions of the troops stationed on the plateau, and then we had the brick houses we have now, and these trees were all planted at that time."

Wu Hongkang said: "This is what they call 'the predecessors plant trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade'."

Qiao Hui took a box of highland barley liquor out of the car and then led the way into the courtyard gate.

"After eating, if you're interested, let's go to the shooting range and fire a few shots."

"That sounds good."

Zhou Andong nodded with a smile and saw that in the middle of a row of bungalows in front, a door was open, and steam was puffing out from inside.

"That's my dormitory."

At this time, two soldiers appeared at the corner in front and ran over quickly when they saw Qiao Hui.

"Regiment Commander!"

One of them took the liquor Qiao Hui was holding, turned around, and walked quickly toward the dormitory, shouting as soon as he reached the door.

"Sister-in-law, where should I put this liquor?"

Immediately after, a woman's voice came from inside the room: "Put it in the room."

The group reached the door, the soldier came out of the room, and Qiao Hui stopped him.

"Wait!"

Qiao Hui entered the room: "Wife, are the dumplings steamed?"

"Yes!"

Huang Jing hurriedly came out from the inner room, and Qiao Hui said: "Wife, let me introduce you; this is Zhou Andong, my best friend from high school.

This is his younger brother, who is also my younger brother, Zhou Anbei; he does some small business now, making furniture for people. The 365 Home Furnishings that plays on CCTV ads every day is his.

This is Gu Bing, a director of the Yugong Group; this is Wu Hongkang, the factory director of the Zhao Hongxing Liquor Factory; and this one is Zhang Shenghui, General Manager of Qin Chi Liquor Industry."

"Brother Dong, hello, our Old Qiao always mentions you to me, saying how iron-clad your relationship is."

When he saw Huang Jing, Zhou Andong was very surprised—not surprised by her beauty, but by her soft and gentle way of speaking.

How should I put it? Huang Jing was from Xining, but she didn't have any of the straightforwardness and boldness of a Qinghai girl; instead, she had a gentleness like a woman from the south of the Yangtze River.

"Hello, sister-in-law." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I didn't expect this kid Qiao Hui to marry such a beautiful wife; I guess the blessings accumulated over several lifetimes were all used up in this one."

Huang Jing pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Qiao Hui: "Did you hear that? Brother Dong says you accumulated virtue for several lifetimes to be able to marry me."

Qiao Hui laughed: "That's right; I won't argue with that."

Then Huang Jing shook hands and greeted Zhou Anbei, Gu Bing, Zhang Shenghui, and Wu Hongkang, and then very enthusiastically invited everyone into the room.

Qiao Hui found a basin, picked up a full basin of the already steamed dumplings, and handed it to the soldier.

"Take it back and eat, but you are not allowed to drink."

"Thank you, Regiment Commander."

The soldier didn't stand on ceremony either; he took the basin of dumplings, picked up a dumpling, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm, all meat, really fragrant."

Qiao Hui kicked the soldier in the butt: "Hurry up and get lost; you have no manners at all. I have guests here, and you're really making me look bad."

The soldier held the basin of dumplings, laughed, ran out the door, called out to the other soldier waiting outside, and the two of them ran off in a flash, disappearing without a trace.