The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

Chapter 217: Put out bait and catch big fish

An Yuan quickly found out that An Jingrui's supervisor when he was a graduate student in Country M was Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith, 58 years old, has been divorced three times. He is an authoritative expert in the field of artificial intelligence. He is keen on recruiting geniuses from underprivileged families, and everyone in the industry praises him as a genius.

An Yuan finally understood why he liked to recruit students with no money, no power, and no background.

Because such students are easy to exploit, easy to use, and easy to bully.

However, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

She is the ghost.

After returning home, she took a good afternoon nap.

Then I got up, had dinner, took a shower, and drank green tea. Then I closed the door, turned off my phone, sat in front of the computer, and started writing a paper.

She wrote all night and didn't sleep until four in the morning.

After getting up in the afternoon, she ate and drank enough, took a hot bath, and then sat in front of the computer to check the paper she wrote last night.

"Well written." She nodded with satisfaction, "I haven't written such a high-quality professional paper for a long time."

She sent this paper to several foreign expert friends via email.

As far as she knew, one of these experts was on vacation, one was recuperating, and one was in retreat doing research. They probably wouldn't have time to check their personal emails in the short term, and she wouldn't tell them that she had sent them a paper.

Then she divided the paper of more than 1 words into three small papers of several thousand words. Each small paper has a different focus but is closely related and belongs to the same topic.

She first used her email address to send one of the short papers to Dr. Smith.

After a good night's sleep, she sent the second short paper to her staff in Europe and asked them to send it to Dr. Smith via email.

One day later, she sent the third short paper to the staff in Country M and asked them to send it to Dr. Smith via email.

In this way, Dr. Smith will receive three papers on the same topic from different times, different countries, and different senders.

Will he combine the three papers into one, make it his own, and publish it publicly?

An Yuan bets that he will.

So she stretched out refreshed, yawned, picked up her bag and walked out of the villa, going to a restaurant for a big meal.

The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days, and the restaurant will be on holiday tomorrow and will not open until the ninth day of the first lunar month.

Everyone in the family who was free went to the restaurant to help out, and she wanted to join in the fun.

At this time, An Jingrui was not in a restaurant, but in a cafe.

He sat at the bar and looked at the noble man in front of him with a slicked back hair, an open suit jacket, and three buttons on his shirt. His eyes were sharp and his tone was calm: "Are you Mr. Lang Conglang?"

Lang Cong, a well-known young investor in China.

What he is most famous for is that he takes the initiative to seek investment from others and never accepts others' initiative to seek investment from him.

So far, he has not made any big losses in investment, only small losses and big profits.

Lang Cong sat on a high round stool, with his elegant legs crossed, playing with the wine glass in his hand, smiling like a fox: "I am Lang Cong. Sit down and order whatever you want to drink."

An Jingrui took out a bottle of dark beer from the freezer under the glass bar and opened it on his own: "Mr. Lang, since you took the initiative to call me to discuss cooperation, you must know that I just came out of school and it doesn't matter what I want. "

"What do you see in me that you want to invest in me?"

An hour ago, he received a call. The other person called himself Lang Cong and wanted to invest in him.

He came here with the intention of giving it a try, intending to observe in secret first, and if the other party was not Lang Cong, he would leave.

Unexpectedly, the other party was actually Lang Cong.

Lang Cong took a sip of brandy, picked up an acquisition agreement, and placed it in front of him: "Last week, I acquired a technology company. This technology company mainly develops and produces smart tutoring machines. Because it is not competitive, it is on the verge of collapse."

"However, this company has no shortage of professional talents and holds more than a dozen patents."

"What I like most is that the intelligent robots they produce have very cute shapes, much like real children or small animals. They are among the best in the country in terms of appearance design."

At this point, he shrugged and said with an exaggerated expression: "I like good-looking things, including robots."

"Every time I see those ugly robots, I think to myself, why can't you design beautiful robots that look like humans? I am willing to buy this company just because of their design advantages."

An Jingrui said nothing, and listened while pondering the other party's intentions in his mind.

Lang Cong said: "I need professional talents to manage this technology company, bring it back to life, make it bigger and stronger, and bring me huge profits."

"And you, I think it's okay."

An Jingrui shook his head: "The company belongs to you. When I go to manage this company, I'm going to work for you."

"But I prefer to do it myself, based on my own wishes rather than being controlled by others."

"No, I don't like to be a boss and manage people. I only like to be a shareholder and collect money. Otherwise, I would have taken over my family's business." Lang Cong shook his head, "I am looking for you to cooperate because I want to give you full responsibility for the company. I am only responsible for providing money, I don’t care what you do, as long as you help me make money.”

He paused slightly: "Of course, you count as a technical investor, accounting for 50% of the shares."

An Jingrui was secretly surprised when he heard this.

The conditions Lang Cong gave him were too good, right?

If that were the case, it would be equivalent to giving him half the company.

He was excited but not impulsive, and his eyes fell on the acquisition agreement: "You spent 3000 million to acquire the company, how much do you plan to invest in the future?"

Lang Cong said: "Only the company can make me money. I can invest as much as I want, from tens to hundreds of millions, it doesn't matter."

The more relaxed and generous he was, the weirder An Jingrui felt.

"You actually don't know me, and I have no experience in successfully starting a business or managing a company. Why do you think I can do it?"

"I know much more about you than you think." Lang Cong said meaningfully, "People like me have their own circles and news channels, and they also have their own criteria for judgment. I think you can do it." ,This is enough."

An Jingrui smiled faintly, took a few sips of cold dark beer, and suddenly asked, "Did someone ask you to support me?"

Lang Congxiao: "Is this question important?"

He looked at An Jingrui with a deep look: "If I don't answer, will you turn around and leave immediately?"

If An Jingrui is obsessed with such trivial matters and despises this opportunity, he will judge that An Jingrui is not worth investing in. When the time comes, he will leave first without An Jingrui refusing.

An Jingrui shook his head: "It's actually not that important, but I still hope to know."

As he spoke, he said in his heart that the pies that fell on the heads of the An family were really bigger than the last.

Last time, I was introduced to a job with an annual salary of one million, but this time it was an investment of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

If he refuses this time, what will happen the third time?

Winning the [-] million grand prize directly?