What did ten million represent in 1998?
Twenty years later, there are various ways to calculate this, considering currency devaluation, real estate growth, and average monthly income. Taking a midpoint.
Ten thousand yuan in 1998 is roughly equivalent to a hundred thousand yuan twenty years later. One million would be ten million.
The value of that ten million is self-evident.
It was an astronomical sum!
However, such a large sum could be viewed differently depending on the individual or industry.
For an individual, it was terrifying, but in certain industries, it seemed small.
Especially for a money-devouring beast like real estate, it wasn't that much.
"Xiao Chuan, getting that ten million might not be easy, right?"
Li Ya's expression was serious.
Qin Chuan smiled and nodded, "Sister, there are no true philanthropists in this world! To gain, one must give!"
"Then what kind of cooperation model did you agree on with him?"
Li Ya asked anxiously. This time, the amount of money was truly too much, and one wrong step could lead to immense trouble.
Qin Chuan held up two fingers and slowly said, "Shang Bingrong wants a twenty percent commission!"
"Damn his ancestors!"
"He's robbing us blind!"
Li Ya, usually very refined, cursed for the first time, her fair face filled with anger.
"I respected him so much, thought of him as a kind-hearted elder, and never expected him to be so greedy!"
Li Ya's face turned cold, and she exploded.
What was a twenty percent commission?
Ten million meant two million was directly snatched away, becoming his private property. Robbery wasn't this blatant.
"Sister, calm down!"
Compared to Li Ya's outburst, Qin Chuan was much calmer, as he was the one handling this matter.
"This is a case of Zhou Yu hitting Huang Gai, one willing to strike, the other willing to be struck. It's not about who's greedy."
"Shang Bingrong wants so much because he's taking on significant risks. If anything goes wrong, he'll spend the rest of his life in prison, never to be released."
Qin Chuan patiently explained to Li Ya, which was also a form of comfort.
"Twenty percent commission is a lot, but for us right now, this money is a lifesaver!"
"With this money, whether it's real estate, the garment factory, or the supermarket, we can rapidly expand our scale! In a few years, you'll feel that a ten million loan is nothing!"
Li Ya gradually calmed down, seeming to accept the reality, but new questions quickly arose.
"And what is the repayment period for this loan?"
"Three years!"
Qin Chuan replied.
"Three years, a ten million loan, and we have to pay the interest too. Qin Chuan, do you really think we can earn that much?"
Li Ya was full of worry.
Hearing Li Ya's concern, Qin Chuan couldn't help but laugh. He stepped forward and gently embraced Li Ya's delicate body, nuzzling his chin against her swan-like neck, "Sister, are you doubting your man that much!"
"I'll make a promise here and now. Within three years, I'll at least make this ten million multiply fivefold. If I can't, you can make me do whatever you want!"
Li Ya, who had been full of worry, inexplicably felt at peace hearing Qin Chuan's words, as if his promise held immense power, making her trust him without hesitation.
After all, since she met Qin Chuan, this man who was a few years younger than her had always brought her miracles.
"Hehe, tenfold five times means fifty million! I look forward to that day!"
"Then, I'll be a millionaire too!"
Li Ya happily turned around and hugged Qin Chuan's neck.
Their eyes met, their distance narrowed, and they naturally kissed.
After a long while, a hushed conversation ensued.
"You bad boy, your foot is still injured!"
"It's fine, you're in charge this time!"
"You hooligan, it's broad daylight, and there are so many people outside..."
"We've done it during the day before, hurry up!"
After a rustling sound, another voice spoke, "The door! The door isn't locked!"
"Then go quickly!"
...
When Li Ya left, her face glowing, over an hour later, Qin Chuan lay on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, a look of utter contentment on his face.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and his elder brother, Qin Yang, walked in.
"Xiao Chuan, we need to go to the hospital to change your dressing!"
"Alright, let's go. We can go see Hong Lian on the way!"
Qin Chuan sat up from the sofa. Qin Yang helped him with his crutches, and the two brothers went downstairs together, riding a motorcycle towards the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital and changing his dressing, Qin Chuan found Shang Hong Lian's ward.
He pushed the door open and saw Shang Hong Lian lying on the hospital bed, looking bored as she read a book. Her mother, Yang Meiling, was also there.
"Qin Chuan!"
Seeing Qin Chuan enter with gifts, Shang Hong Lian called out happily and sat up directly.
"You naughty girl, how many times have I told you to be careful!"
"Look at how reckless you are, don't hurt your wound again!"
Yang Meiling chided.
"Mom, it's just my foot that's injured, not any other part of my body, it's fine!"
Shang Hong Lian said carelessly, unconcerned.
"Hello, Auntie!"
Qin Chuan first greeted Yang Meiling and then his gaze fell on Shang Hong Lian's feet.
Unlike him, Shang Hong Lian had injured both feet. Although they were only superficial wounds, they still required several days of recovery.
Thick bandages wrapped around both her feet, with only cute toes peeking out, looking somewhat amusing.
"Qin Chuan, you're also a patient, why bring gifts! Sit down quickly!"
Yang Meiling spoke. Having understood the reason for the incident last night, she knew she couldn't blame Qin Chuan; her daughter and Qin Chuan were both victims.
"It's just some nutritional supplements, not expensive gifts!"
Qin Chuan said with a smile and sat on the adjacent bed. After Qin Yang, who followed him, placed the gifts down, he turned and left the ward, waiting outside.
"How is Hong Lian's condition, is she alright?"
"Yes, the doctor said that apart from a few specific wounds, the rest are improving. She'll be fine after half a month of rest!"
Yang Meiling said.
"Why would it take that long? I think it'll be completely fine in a week at most!"
Shang Hong Lian interjected.
"You stubborn girl, I said half a month, and it's half a month, not a day less!"
Yang Meiling glared, "This time, let's see if you dare to run around recklessly again. You've graduated from university, but you're still so restless. You lack a sense of stability."
Qin Chuan watched the mother and daughter bicker with a smile. It reminded him of his second brother; their family interactions were similar.
Even though they argued every day, no matter how harsh their words were, if something truly happened, the other would be the first to rush to help.
This was the magic of family affection!
"Qin Chuan, I heard from the doctor that you're not hospitalized?"
Suddenly, Shang Hong Lian asked.
"Yes, I'm not hospitalized!"
Qin Chuan nodded, then gave a wry smile, "I wish I could be hospitalized, but there's so much work at the company. All sorts of matters need my attention, so I can only work and recuperate at home!"
"See! See!"
As soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, Yang Meiling began to nag her daughter again.
"You ungrateful girl, you don't know how lucky you are. I specifically took leave to come to the hospital to take care of you, and you still find me nagging!"
"Qin Chuan is only a year older than you. He not only has a real estate company but also a supermarket and a flagship clothing store, with a net worth already reaching five million!"
"And you? You still don't have a proper job!"