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Chapter 140 - 116 The Wealthy Nth Generation

Chapter 140: Chapter 116 The Wealthy Nth Generation

"Mr. Meng, you’re not joking, right? 10 million?"

Uncle Gen and the other four shareholders sat across from him, their faces a picture of stunned disbelief.

"At first, I thought it was a joke too, but they’ve already transferred a 300 thousand down payment..."

Mr. Meng also looked somewhat speechless as he glanced at Meng Lang, who was nonchalantly sitting beside him.

Heaven knows what kind of company it actually is, the contract isn’t even signed yet, and they’re already throwing down payments for two pig farms...

But this undoubtedly demonstrated the investor’s "deep pockets" from a side angle, greatly enhancing credibility.

If it weren’t for repeatedly confirming the balance in his own account over the phone, Mr. Meng would have never believed such a huge pie fell right onto their heads.

"300 thousand?!"

This was real hard cash that simply couldn’t be faked, and after verifying the incoming payment message on the phone Mr. Meng handed to them, Uncle Gen and the others finally believed it a bit.

"Mr. Meng, it’s not that I’m suspicious, but our pig farm only had a total investment of 150 thousand. Which big boss would invest 10 million in this backwater place?

With that much money, why wouldn’t they just build their own pig farm from scratch?

I’ve heard that scammers are rampant these days; let’s not fall for their tricks!"

"Yeah, exactly, Mr. Meng, if it’s some shell company then we really need to be careful," the others nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t that they were being overly suspicious, the situation was just beyond their comprehension.

"Ahem!" Meng Lang knew it was time for him to step forward and explain.

"Uncle Gen, everyone, this 10 million won’t be invested all at once, there has to be a process.

But I guarantee on my dad’s reputation, this is absolutely not a trap."

Mr. Meng rolled his eyes. Why was his own reputation being used to guarantee this kid’s misdeeds?

"You all saw it, a 300 thousand down payment, and if you don’t feel reassured, you can sell your shares at twice the price, we’ll transfer the money on the spot, that’s risk-free right?

As for work, you all don’t have to worry either, just sign employment contracts, your salaries will double from what you were originally making; we definitely won’t let you suffer any loss."

After hearing Meng Lang’s words, Uncle Gen and the others thought it over. Without any shares, working for someone else shouldn’t carry any risk.

Agree to it and they could divide up the 300 thousand among themselves, and even see their wages doubled; if it were a scam, what could they possibly gain from it? Just for their pig farm?

"Xiao Lang, who exactly is the boss of your company? The person is ready to invest without even visiting the site, isn’t that a bit too childish?

We’re lacking in so many things here, and the market is in such a state, they better not come after us to make trouble over lost money at the end, right?" Uncle Gen asked.

"Who said we’re lacking in everything? Our Meng Family Village has many investment advantages.

Look, isn’t the land and labor cheap here, and don’t we have Wu City with a population of over 12 million nearby?

If a pig farm is built here, there is market demand and labor supply, right?

If they want to invest, it must be after careful consideration; do you think business owners are so foolish as to throw their money away?

This is because our boss trusts my character, heard that my hometown is around Wu City, so he entrusted me to check it out, and obviously, I’d prioritize our Meng Family Village.

After all, it’s better to keep benefits within one’s own circle, right?

Just relax, our company’s boss is a rich Nth generation heir, 10 million is just a drop in the bucket for them, they wouldn’t stoop to cheat people over such a small amount."

"Rich Nth generation?"

"Oh! It’s the kind where several generations have saved money, and by the time it reaches theirs, they’re basically rolling in it."

He indeed counted as a rich Nth generation.

Without the previous ten-plus brothers paving the way for the company’s prosperity, how could there be a Meng Xiaolang today?

So it’s said, the forefathers plant the trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade... the accumulation of initial capital... is always bloody...

Don’t worry, I’ll spend the money with a grateful heart... oh wait! I mean to ensure the welfare of the brothers who come after!

He wasn’t intentionally hiding the fact that he was the real investor to play possum; it’s just that the countryside can be as simple or as complex as it gets, which often surpasses the city in complexity.

Once people knew he was a big money boss now, not to mention Meng Lang alone, the whole Meng family wouldn’t expect to have a moment’s peace afterward.

There’s no need to look far; the blood-soaked lesson from Brother Big Coat was right in front of them.

In these times, people fear fame as pigs fear fattening, and it’s hard to be a good person.

What’s more, the secrets he carried couldn’t withstand the scrutiny of life under a magnifying glass.

To achieve long-term and sustainable development, one must focus on self-reliant efforts, maintain a low profile and restraint, and insist on technological self-improvement.

This is the Meng "one center, two basic points" approach!

"Hmm...now that you mention it, I think there’s real potential in this! Xiao Lang, you’ve grown up to be someone commendable, never forgetting about the village even when you’ve made it!"

Uncle Gen and the others exchanged glances, excitement evident in their eyes.

Sell shares? How could they possibly sell!

"Xiao Lang, but with the money coming in, who’s going to manage the pig farm?" Mr. Meng frowned.

While the prospect of bringing in such a substantial investment was something they had never dared to dream of, it also meant that they would essentially become mere employees.

"Who else could it be but Manager Meng? And, of course, Uncle Gen will be the deputy manager!" Meng Lang declared as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What?!" Both Mr. Meng and Uncle Gen were taken aback.

"Our boss isn’t one to fuss over things; he just provides the funds. He invests if he thinks the project is good, just like those angel investors you see on TV. That’s his style,"

"What do you mean ’his style’! We’re talking about an investment of 10 million. We’ve never managed such a big enterprise before."

Meng Lang spoke casually, but Mr. Meng was starting to panic.

"What does it matter if you’ve never managed before? Our boss often says, ’Your seat dictates your mind.’ If the money is right, even those who aren’t talents will become talents!"

"Hmm! That’s a sensible saying; your boss is clearly someone who does big things!" Uncle Gen smiled from ear to ear.

An enterprise worth 10 million! A deputy manager! And most crucially...enough money provided!

How is this not like a dream?

"Of course, this investment isn’t free. Soon someone will come and sign contracts with everyone, and there are a few conditions attached.

Besides the advance payment used to acquire the shares willing to be sold by everyone here, the next installment of funds will also arrive soon.

The boss only has two requirements; one is to find a professional institution to tailor-design a comprehensive plan for an ecologically recyclable pig farm, and the other is to quickly expand the production scale!" Meng Lang said seriously.

He had several layers of purpose in running this ecological pig farm.

One was to remember those who dug the well from which one drinks; Meng Family Village wasn’t big, and a large pig farm could basically lead the whole village towards a happy and prosperous new life.

It would also take care of his elderly parents and arrange a dowry for his younger sister.

Giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching a man to fish; it was a solution for future security.

With this enterprise, he as a son and a brother, could go about with peace of mind. After all, the injury rate in his own company was so high, who knew if he would be around much longer...

The second purpose was to elevate the economic development level of his future retirement place.

It wouldn’t do to, decades later, hobble out the door only to be on guard against stepping in dog poop, right?

It doesn’t have to become a retirement facility where birds sing and flowers give forth fragrance, but it should at least meet the standards for new rural areas.

The third purpose was to build a doomsday survival base, so that once he had dealt with his own "madman’s disease," he and his family could have a safe and self-sufficient refuge.

The final goal was for it to serve as an experimental base for Changqing Biological’s vaccines.

In August 2018, the Z virus was about to invade Africa.

Calculating the time, if they expanded the breeding scale now, it would be just in time to coordinate with Changqing Biological.

This would not only solve the issue of vaccine trials but also allow the farm to capture a portion of the market, hitting two birds with one stone.

"These two conditions aren’t really conditions at all! We completely agree!" Uncle Gen and the others quickly nodded in agreement.

If someone was intent on expanding the farm’s scale, why wouldn’t they be happy?

"Hey, Xiao Lang, what’s the name of the company making the investment?"

"Oh! Our boss is planning to set up a new company; as for the name..." Meng Lang’s gaze swept over the factory, settling on the tallest mountain peak.

"Let’s call it ’Meng Mountain’!"