Chapter 890: Organizing a Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition

Fang Minghua looked at it carefully and handed it back to Phillips before saying: "It's up to you to invest in gold and bonds. As for stocks, the focus is on Nvidia. You can continue to increase your position. Just hold other holdings."

"Nvidia" Feili was stunned. Puss looked at the information in his hand.

Except for NetEase, Nvidia has the smallest market share among the other stocks, with only 35 million shares. It is also the only stock that has suffered a loss since it started building a position last year!

"Mr. Fang, regarding NVIDIA, I need to explain to you that despite the Nasdaq stock market crash in 2000, NVIDIA's stock price was relatively strong. This is because in 1999, the company launched the world's first full-featured, truly alternative GPU for CPU rendering—GeForce 256. In 2000, it acquired the former graphics card leader 3dfx, secured orders for Sony PS3, and reached a cross-licensing agreement with Intel, so its stock price reached US$70 last year, but..."

Speaking of which, Phillips emphasized: "At the beginning of this year, the cooperation with Microsoft Xbox failed. Nvidia's financial report for the first half of the year showed that its revenue was less than half of expectations, causing the stock price to plummet, from US$70 to US$7, and the outside world was not convinced. You are optimistic about him, but you are?”

"Others are not optimistic about it, but I am quite optimistic about it. Keep adding positions."

Naturally, Phillips carried out the boss's orders unconditionally, so he asked again: "Okay, Mr. Fang, how much will you increase your position?"

“20% and hold it forever.”

20%? !

Isn’t this going to be the same as Amazon?

"Okay, that's it, let's drink tea." After saying this, Fang Minghua picked up the tea cup.

Oriental hospitality!

Phillips immediately understood that this was Fang Minghua indicating that today's conversation was over and he could leave!

"Mr. Fang, I will sort out the details of all the projects you invest in and send them to your email. If you have any questions, please call or I will come and explain to you in person. Then I'm leaving."

After speaking, Phillips stood up, and suddenly he thought of something and sat down again.

"Mr. Fang, I have another suggestion. It is best to set up an investment company to manage various investments in your name instead of as a natural person - this is more formal, can legally avoid taxes, and is less likely to get into legal disputes. "

"Okay." Fang Minghua nodded: "You will be responsible for the specific planning of this matter. You are also the president of my investment company."

"I will definitely do it well!" Phillips was overjoyed. This was exactly what he had dreamed of.

After seeing off Phillips, Fang Minghua slowly walked downstairs and walked to the pergola under the shade of a tree not far away.

"Minghua, are you done talking about the business?" Liu Xiaoli greeted with a smile.

She knew Phillips, who helped buy the villa in Los Angeles, and she also knew that he was Fang Minghua's financial advisor.

Fang Minghua nodded.

"So fast?" Liu Xiaoli noticed carefully that it only took more than half an hour for Phillips to enter the villa.

"What's there to talk about? I don't know anything about investing." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

don't know?

According to public information, your personal assets are over one billion US dollars, right? Moreover, when chatting with Li Li, you can tell from her tone that your assets are far more than that.

Is this called not understanding investment? !

Of course, Liu Xiaoli did not refute, nor did she ask about the content in detail. After all, she was just an outsider, and these topics were very taboo.

However, she knew something inside.

She once pestered Li Li, but Li Li was vague and just said that apart from royalties, publishers and dividends from American companies with his friends, Fang Minghua mainly made some money by buying stocks.

Asked Fang Minghua what stocks to buy, Li Li also said several types, such as Amazon, Microsoft, Nvidia, and Apple. So she also invested more than six million and bought some secretly.

Of course, she didn't tell anyone about this, not even her daughter knew about it.

Liu Xiaoli and her daughter flew back to Los Angeles the next afternoon. On the weekend of the next week, they will continue to San Francisco. Liu Yifei will participate in the official performance of Fang Rui's rehearsal drama.

Two days later, the box of paintings and calligraphy shipped by air finally arrived in San Francisco. Fang Minghua asked his housekeeper Aini to prepare a pickup truck to pull the box to the manor and carefully put it in a dry storage room. The next step was to prepare for the painting exhibition.

Li Li has already contacted the San Francisco Art Museum. This time Fang Minghua drove Li Li to the San Francisco Art Museum in person.

The Art Museum of San Francisco was opened in 1935 by Dr. Grace Morley. It was originally located in the Veterans Building in the Civic Center. In 1994, a new art museum of US$62 million was built and is located on the bay.

When Fang Minghua drove there, he saw the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. The art museum is a red building with a strong Arabic architectural style, especially the central cylindrical glass structure, which is very grand.

The person who received them was a middle-aged man in his forties, the deputy director here named Peter, he told Fang Minghua. The exhibition hall was in Hall 3 on the second floor. Fang Minghua followed and took a look. The exhibition hall was very spacious, more than enough to display more than fifty paintings and calligraphy.

"Mr. Fang, Ms. Li, you don't have to worry about security issues when you exhibit here. The museum has been open for decades and there has not been a single theft incident," said Peter.

Fang Minghua nodded.

It's really good, but the venue rental fee is also very expensive.

The entire exhibition is planned to last for a week, and the venue rental fee is US$10,000 per day.

After the two parties signed the contract, Fang Minghua called Ainirang to deliver the calligraphy and paintings. As for the specific layout of the exhibition hall, he left it to the professionals of the museum, and Fang Minghua did not interfere.

After paying part of the deposit, Peter said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, our art museum has a large flow of people, and there are tourists visiting every day. This can ensure that your painting exhibition can be seen by more people. Of course, you can take some measures yourself." A certain way to increase the awareness of the exhibition.”

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In other words, you are advertising yourself.

Fang Minghua naturally understood and nodded.

After coming out of the art museum, Fang Minghua drove, and Li Li sat in the passenger seat. Fang Minghua said, "Minghua, tomorrow night is the birthday party of Reda Wen's wife, are you going or not?"

"Go." Fang Minghua sighed.

Although he hated socializing like this, Radar Wen was one of the few friends he had in San Francisco after all, and seeing the look in Li Li's eyes, she obviously wanted him to follow her.

"Okay, bring Xinxin with you tomorrow."

Reda Wen's family lives in the famous Beverly Hills, which is another wealthy area in San Francisco. It is actually a town. After the driver drove a Mercedes-Benz into Reda Wen's estate, Fang Minghua and Li Li took their daughter out. When they got out of the car, they saw Reda Wen and his wife waiting at the gate of the villa.

"Hello, Mr. Fang." Radarwen took the initiative to shake hands: "When you come to the United States this time, how many days do you want to stay?"

"Of course, if Mr. Fang wants to leave in a hurry, Mrs. Li won't agree, right? Lili?" Radar's wife Lisa interjected with a smile.

Hearing such a joke, Li Li's face felt a little hot, and she didn't know what to say but just smiled.

Lisa's birthday party was a Western-style party. It was actually a cocktail party. Everyone held wine glasses and chatted casually in the hall.

Except for Zhang Qing, another friend of Fang Minghua, Fang Minghua basically didn't know anyone else, but Radar Wen still introduced a few of them. Fang Minghua found that they were basically celebrities in the legal and financial circles, considered to be the upper class of San Francisco.

Radar Wen was busy socializing, and Fang Minghua didn’t like chatting too much with strangers. Basically, he and Zhang Qing chatted while drinking. Fang Minghua said that he came to San Francisco this time to prepare for the establishment of the Confucius Institute. I have a batch of calligraphy and paintings that I want to donate to the Confucius Academy, and I am planning to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition by the way.

Zhang Qing said as soon as he heard this: "Holding a calligraphy and painting exhibition? It's a good thing. There are many Chinese in San Francisco who like traditional Chinese calligraphy and painting. Some foreigners are also interested in Chinese culture. Minghua, are you doing any publicity?"

"Not yet. We just signed a contract with the museum today and confirmed the exhibition time." Fang Minghua shook his head.

"There should still be necessary publicity, and the alley is also afraid of the fragrance of wine, but I suggest you find a professional advertising company. They have a mature plan for promoting the exhibition." Zhang Qing suggested.

"Well, Zhang Qing, do you know any advertising companies?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I'm not very familiar with it, but Radar Wen is." After saying that, Zhang Qing waved to Radar Wen, who was talking to a person not far away.

"Dawen, come here, Minghua has something to tell you."