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Chapter 337 Make your own mobile phone(1/2)

When Xu Yang put down his cell phone, he received a call from several other friends.

But he was not in the mood to listen to these words at this time.

Xu Yang now wants to be quiet and then plan how to spend the money.

After turning off the phone, the whole world became quiet.

"Brother, accompany me out for a walk."

Xu Yang said.

"Of course."

Yang Pingfan grinned, then hugged two beautiful socialites and went downstairs together.

Several people started walking on the street.

The weather is hot, and everyone on the street is wearing short-sleeved shorts, while Xu Yang is also wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers.

Others always look at him with strange eyes.

If it were the past, Xu Yang might feel very awkward and feel uncomfortable.

But now, he ignored these gazes and kept thinking about what to do if the money he earned.

First of all, I have to return the 70 to 80 million I earned to the company account, so that I have almost 100 million left.

Yang Pingfan paid almost all the money for acquiring hotels, cooperating with Michelin, and demolition of communities.

Xu Yang wants to return the money to the other party.

At least about 30 to 40 million.

After doing this, there were about 50 or 60 million left in my hand.

"Buy a few villas and houses for ten million."

Xu Yang thought in his mind that in 2006, the housing prices in the Magic City were pitifully low, so if you buy a house and a villa, you will definitely make a profit.

After buying these, I took about 20 million yuan and continued to stock up on land. This time I let my company build a building.

Xu Yang thought to himself that after hoarding the land, he could make a lot of money by building a building himself.

If you calculate this, you won’t have much money.

A pauper instantly.

"Damn, I'm so happy, I'm not a poor man."

Xu Yang was crying and was crying. He had made more than 100 million yuan, but the money was not enough to spend.

"Brother, what are you thinking."

Yang Pingfan asked carelessly.

"I'm crying poor."

Xu Yang shook his head and said, "Why don't you lend me some?"

"Okay, how much do you want to borrow."

"It's okay to have three to five hundred million."

Yang Pingfan was speechless in an instant, 300 million to 500 million?

I need to have so many.

"Brother, if I don't brag, I can give you at most 100 million."

Yang Pingfan said awkwardly: "After the boss knew that I had won the money, he would have to leave all the money."

"But I can make excuses to cut off 100 million, so..."

"One hundred million is OK."

Xu Yang nodded slightly and said, "Relying on this 100 million yuan, I can gather some money in my hands for a while."

Upon hearing this, Yang Pingfan's eyes lit up. He reached out and pushed the two socialites away, and asked with a smile: "Brother, have you thought of the idea of ​​getting rich again?"

"There are, but it's very dangerous."

"What method, please tell me first."

"Have you heard about fundraising?"

Xu Yang said in a voice.

Yang Pingfan was shocked. Although these two words are similar, they are not the same concept.

Xu Yang curled his lips and said, "Our country is full of people. The annual interest rate of banks this year is only a few minutes, which is pitifully low."

"If we get the annual interest rate to about eight or nine, what would you think?"

"Good idea."

When Yang Pingfan heard this, he felt excited and said excitedly: "Isn't it easy to raise a hundred and eight billion yuan based on your relationship?"

"But what should we do with this interest? We always have to give it every month?"

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "It's easy to say about interest. If we can really raise a lot of money, we can make a quick money."

"Do you have a plan?"

Yang Pingfan asked excitedly.

Xu Yang thought about it. Raising funds is easy, but every month, they have to pay high interest rates, and they may be arrested.

If you want to make quick money by raising funds, it is almost impossible in 2006.

"Brother, let's use the money to develop Android."

Xu Yang said in a voice.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Pingfan said in shock.

“We develop Android ourselves.”

Xu Yang said lightly: "In two years, smartphones will slowly appear. As long as we survive these two years, the profits of hundreds of billions of yuan will be ours."

After hearing this, Yang Pingfan looked confused.

He didn't know what Android is.

Although Xu Yang said it last time, he was still confused.

However, he chose to believe Xu Yang.

The opponent can even control the World Cup, so it must be very reliable to develop Android.

"Okay, you can develop whatever you say, how much money we need to invest in it."

“It doesn’t cost much.”

Xu Yang smiled.

In his previous life, Brother Gu invested billions of dollars in funding to develop Android, and thousands of top researchers were invested.

But this life doesn't need to be so exaggerated.

It may only take a few months to find some top programmers and add the meticulous code he memorized to get Android.

"hiss."

Xu Yang took a few deep breaths. Is it really good to copy such an open and honest way?

What if it doesn't matter, it's necessary to make money.

"Brother, are you in Beijing and you know a senior programmer?"

Xu Yang asked.

Yang Pingfan nodded.

"Just know each other."

Xu Yang pondered for a moment, then said, "After you go back, find me twenty top programmers, and I will spend one and a half months."

"In this month and a half, each person will be given 300,000 yuan."

"Brother, are you crazy? Why do you have to give them so much money?"

Yang Pingfan was shocked.

"Just do it."

Xu Yang smiled and said, "Do you know how much money we can make every day if Android appears?"

Yang Pingfan shook his head, he didn't know how much money he could make.

"It's a very scary number."

Xu Yang patted Yang Pingfan's shoulder and said earnestly: "You are very capable, so you keep a low profile at home and can't show your strength casually."
To be continued...
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