Chapter 309 - 115: Victory Communication, Antu Auto

Yang Guoxiang cautiously called out, "Xiao Li."

Jiang Li nodded in acknowledgment. "Uncle Yang."

Yang Guoxiang seemed to have found an opening. "Xiao Li, you call me Uncle Yang. As your ’uncle,’ it’s only natural that I give you some shares."

In truth, five billion was already enough to buy out Xia Zhi completely.

But seeing that Jiang Li wasn’t short on cash—and that she already owned a company and two clothing stores—he had decided to offer her 40% of the shares instead.

Jiang Li said cheerfully, "Alright. Since you insist, I won’t refuse."

’I have so many companies under my name anyway,’ she thought. ’What’s one more?’

With Sheng Mingyue and a few assistants to manage it for her, she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.

Seeing Jiang Li agree, Yang Guoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. "Great. I’ll go print the contract right now."

He stood up. "Xiao Li, wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back."

When the secretary came in with cleaning supplies, Jiang Li was the only one left in the room.

Thinking about the five billion the two had just discussed, she hardly dared to look Jiang Li in the eye.

’Good grief,’ she thought. ’They’re talking about five billion as if it were fifty bucks.’

’But if there’s really a five-billion-yuan investment, the company won’t go bankrupt, and I won’t have to find a new job.’

She quickly swept up the broken teapot shards and mopped the water stain dry. Then, steeling herself, she said to Jiang Li, "President Jiang, I’ll be right outside. Just call me if you need anything."

Jiang Li gave a noncommittal nod.

Yang Guoxiang strode back into the room as soon as the share transfer agreement was printed, presenting it with both hands. "Xiao Li, please take a look."

She took the contract, read it over carefully, and once she confirmed there were no issues, she signed her name.

The contract was in duplicate. She kept one copy and gave the other back to Yang Guoxiang.

Now that she was a shareholder, she naturally couldn’t just stand by and watch the company go under.

"Uncle Yang, give me the company’s account number. I’ll transfer the money now."

Yang Guoxiang didn’t stand on ceremony and immediately sent the company’s account details to Jiang Li’s WeChat.

Jiang Li took her phone out of her bag and tapped on it a few times. "Done."

After saying that, she took out the formula the system had given her. "This is the formula for the makeup line."

Holding the formula, Yang Guoxiang promised, "Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to get it into production for you this month."

In reality, producing cosmetics was a quick process. As long as the materials, production lines, and workers were in place, it could be done in a matter of days.

Hearing this, Jiang Li wagged her index finger. "I’m not after speed; I’m demanding quality. The materials should also be cost-effective. No need to go out of your way to buy the absolute best."

She wanted the makeup line to hit the market quickly, but quality came first.

Speed could only be pursued on the premise of guaranteed quality.

Yang Guoxiang wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Okay, no problem."

A thought occurred to Jiang Li, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, can you get in touch with all the domestic brands in Capital City?"

"I can, but what are you planning?"

Jiang Li explained her idea. "I want to open a National Goods Supermarket, and it will sell only our domestic brands."

If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right.

Domestic clothing and cosmetics were just the beginning. The goal was to replace everything—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—with domestic products and kick foreign capital out of Hua Country.

Yang Guoxiang’s eyes widened as if he’d heard something incredible. "What did you say? A National Goods Supermarket?"

Opening a regular supermarket was already a huge expense, let alone one dedicated to domestic goods.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Yang Guoxiang waved his hands. "No."

’Someone who can casually pull out five billion wouldn’t joke with him about something like this.’

"I happen to have two friends who are also in the domestic goods business. One makes mobile phones, and the other makes cars."

Jiang Li couldn’t help but snap her fingers. ’Perfect.’

’I just happened to get those chips and new-energy batteries a while ago. They’ll be perfect for this.’

A flash of excitement appeared in her eyes. "See if you can invite them over, or I can pay them a visit."

For years now, "Fruit" phones had been the dominant market leader; domestic phones were no match for them.

And that wasn’t even mentioning cars, where most people coveted brands like Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

Although he hadn’t known Jiang Li for long, he had learned from their interactions that she was a person whose word was her bond, and her ability to execute plans was extraordinary.

Yang Guoxiang nodded. "I’ll call them right now."

When the call connected, he even put it on speaker.

"Li, my man! I’m giving you a chance for your phones to take Hua Country by storm. You want it or not?"

Li Sheng chuckled. "What kind of joke are you telling? Take Hua Country by storm?"

Thinking about Yang Guoxiang’s current situation, Li Sheng sighed. "Your own Xia Zhi is barely hanging on, and you’re worried about my phones? Does your buddy need me to wire you some money?"