Chapter 31 The Thirty-First Day of Not Running Away The thirty-first day of not running away...

Chapter 31 The Thirty-First Day of Not Running Away The thirty-first day of not running away...

"Hello," the call connected, and upon hearing Liu Yan's voice, Jiang Zihan smiled and called out, "Sister Yan."

Liu Yan realized who it was: "Oh, it's you, Zihan. Have you arrived in Shenzhen yet?"

Jiang Zihan said, "I just arrived. This place is really different from Beijing. There are so many tall buildings, it's like being abroad."

Liu Yan, holding a microphone, said, "Really? I'll have to go sometime if I get the chance."

Jiang Zihan sighed upon hearing this.

Liu Yan, being observant, asked with concern, "What's wrong? You've only been gone for a day, why are you sighing and complaining? Did you suffer some injustice?"

She wondered if there was some misunderstanding because Jiang Zihan had just arrived and wasn't very familiar with Wen Chan.

Liu Yan hadn't spent much time with Wen Chan, but she could tell that although Wen Chan didn't talk much, she was easy to get along with.

She won't be overly affectionate, but if you show her kindness, Wen Chan won't put on airs.

This is truly rare. Liu Yan has seen a lot in her business, and those men and women with a little money have an exceptionally high opinion of themselves, looking down on everyone.

To others, Wen Chan's attitude might seem a bit cold, but Liu Yan knew that Wen Chan was the kind of person who was easy to get along with.

When you're out and about, if someone is inexplicably enthusiastic towards you, especially if they're better off than you, you should be careful. The chances of meeting a good person are slim, and the probability that they're trying to get you to do something wrong is much higher.

Jiang Zihan quickly replied, "No, no, I'm just not used to it..."

She briefly described the situation she encountered after arriving.

Liu Yan was also stunned. She scratched her head and said, "Hey, don't be nervous. Don't be as dignified as a Beijing girl. Be generous and ask questions if you don't understand. It's no big deal. If you're not sure, ask Miss Wen. Or you can see how others do it. Do it before you do it, okay?"

Jiang Zihan nodded repeatedly, and realizing that Liu Yan couldn't see her on the other end of the phone, she quickly said, "I understand."

After taking a shower, Wen Chan saw Jiang Zihan hang up the phone and gestured to her, "Go take a shower, the shower here is quite well-equipped."

Jiang Zihan agreed.

She took a set of clothes into the house and stared at the toilet, bathtub, and shower for a long time.

She had never used these measures in Beijing or Shanghai. In Beijing, she lived in a single room in a large courtyard, and had to go to a public bathhouse to take a bath and use a public toilet.

This is how most people live these days.

Jiang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then went out and asked Wen Chan with a blush. Wen Chan smiled and said, "It's my fault. I forgot to teach you. Come here."

She showed them how to use the items, then pointed to the shampoo and shower gel next to the bathtub and said, "These are shampoo and shower gel from a French brand, they're pretty good. The left one is shampoo, the right one is shower gel, and this is a bath towel. I've already used this one, you can use the other one."

Jiang Zihan nodded emphatically, and Wen Chan smiled, "I'll be right outside. Just call if you need anything, don't be shy. We're meeting at eight o'clock, no rush, you can take a bath if you want."

This was the first time Jiang Zihan had ever felt so comfortable taking a shower. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she felt that the water spraying from the gleaming showerhead was exceptionally fine and refreshing.

The shampoo and shower gel had a fragrance she had never smelled before.

The fragrance wasn't overpowering, and it left my whole body feeling smooth and supple after washing.

Although Wen Chan told her she could take a bath, Jiang Zihan still didn't dare to delay. However, looking at the bathtub, she was a little envious.

After all, she'd never used a bathtub before.

She had only ever seen such things in foreign movies and never imagined that she would be able to use them herself one day.

"How's the hotel? Not bad, right?" Dinner was at a restaurant near the hotel, hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Ye. They brought their own ingredients and hired a chef to cook.

Wen Chan said, "It's alright, but it's too expensive. Actually, staying in a regular place would be just as good."

The fat man and Jiang Zihan looked at her.

That's the same.

The two showed a rare tacit understanding.

The landlady chuckled and said, "Young lady, you can't stay in a regular place. This is more worthy of you. I've heard there are six-star hotels abroad. I wonder what the conditions are like there?"

Wen Chan smiled and said, "The concept of a star-rated hotel is different in every country. The highest we can go in China is five stars. No matter how good it is, it's still five stars. A six or seven-star hotel abroad may not be better than a five-star hotel in China."

The fat man clicked his tongue and said, "This is already good enough. How much better could it be? My room has a river view right outside the door, and the bathtub is so big I can barely stand."

He shook his head and said, "If I could stay in a hotel like this in my lifetime, I would feel it was all worth it even if I died."

Jiang Zihan looked at the fat man with admiration and surprise.

She felt the same way, but she was too embarrassed to say it aloud, afraid of being laughed at.

Boss Ye said, "Fatty, this is nothing. I think you're all destined to make a fortune. Who knows, one day you might even get tired of staying in hotels like this."

The fat man laughed and said, "Then I'll take your kind words. By then, you might be running a five-star hotel, Mr. Ye. You'll have to give us a discount then."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Soon after, the waiter brought the dishes. Grouper and prawns were nothing special, but the most rare dish was a chicken stew with mushrooms.

The proprietress personally introduced to Wen Chan: "This chicken is not an ordinary chicken, it is a wild chicken from Northeast China called Feilong, and the mushrooms are hazel mushrooms. They are local specialties sent by a friend from his hometown. They taste different from those outside. You should try them."

Wen Chan tried a bite, and to be honest, the taste was on a completely different level from the chicken stew with mushrooms in ordinary restaurants. The pheasant meat was stewed until tender, and the umami flavor of the hazel mushrooms mixed together, making the soup base exceptionally delicious. The glass noodles, soaked in the soup, were smooth and delicious.

Compared to this dish, the grouper and prawns pale in comparison.

Wen Chan's appetite is generally not large, partly due to genetics and partly due to acquired factors. People in the financial industry are essentially in sales, so appearance is very important.

No matter how nice other people's slogans are, or what they call political and political, when people meet a stranger, the first thing they look at is their appearance. No one asks if you are beautiful inside or out, and besides, can you really tell if someone is beautiful inside or out?

After eating a few bites, she got straight to the point, "Brother Ye, sister-in-law, I came to Shenzhen not just to relax, but also to make some money. Did you know that the Shanghai Stock Exchange is going to be established?"

Mr. and Mrs. Ye have been paying close attention to news about securities and stocks for the past six months, so how could they not know?

"I know, what's up, you want to invest in stocks?"

Wen Chan nodded, "I'm planning to earn some pocket money. I have 300,000 yuan on hand. I'm thinking of getting some friends together so we can go to Shanghai and make a fortune. I'll make the investment decisions and take 20% of the profits."

Three hundred thousand?

Jiang Zihan was drinking the soup, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

The Ye couple seemed unfazed. The proprietress said, "Stock trading? I've seen this kind of thing many times. Many Hong Kong businessmen trade stocks. I've heard they can make a lot of money, but they can also lose a lot of money at once."

She had barely finished speaking when Boss Ye tugged at her sleeve.

Wen Chan observed this and smiled, "That's for sure. If anyone tells you that you can only make money in the stock market and never lose money, they're definitely lying. The stock market may seem like it has no barriers to entry, but in reality, the barriers are very high. However, it's currently a blank slate in China, and a blank slate means there's potential to make money. I'm currently short on funds, which is why I'm asking if you're interested. If you're interested, please call me later."

She left her phone number with Mr. and Mrs. Ye.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye looked at the phone, their faces showing hesitation.

The proprietress asked, "Miss Wen, if you need funds, approximately how much money would you like?"

Wen Chan said, "Let's start at 100,000, no less than 2 million. I don't require such a large upfront investment, but my condition is that I will not allow you to withdraw your investment midway. I will have a lawyer draft a contract for us to sign."

"What if we lose money?" the proprietress asked, still worried.

Wen Chan said, "Then be arrogant."

"These terms are way too domineering!" the proprietress exclaimed in astonishment.

Fatty and Jiang Zihan were both stunned.

How is this any different from ripping people off?

You get a commission if you make money, but you bear the losses yourself. So you're not taking any responsibility?

Wen Chan said, "So I won't force you. If you're interested in cooperating, that's fine, if you're not, that's fine too. But I can tell you that I will slowly filter out potential partners. In the future, not just anyone can invest in me."

Wen Chan's practice is very common in the industry and is not an exaggeration.

In later generations, such private equity funds typically charge management fees of one to two percent and commissions of 15% to 20%.

The atmosphere was lively at the beginning of the meal, but it became a bit tense towards the end.

The fat man and Jiang Zihan didn't dare to speak.

Jiang Zihan's stomach was pounding. Was this Miss Wen trying to scam her out of money?

She didn't dare to speak, and only after returning to the hotel did she cautiously ask, "Miss Wen, were you joking when you said that just now?"

Wen Chan had just turned on the TV to watch the news when she heard this. She smiled and put her hands on the sofa. "Just kidding. What do you think I'm joking?"

Jiang Zihan thought to herself, "Everywhere feels like a joke."

If she said that to someone, she was afraid they would immediately call the police.

Wen Chan said, "I dare to say this because I am confident that I can make money. If they didn't believe me, they would have refused me directly at the dinner just now."

"Huh? You're not joking, are you? Why don't you tell them that you guarantee they'll make money? If you said that, I believe they would trust you."

Jiang Zihan said, "Aren't you short of money?"

Wen Chan chuckled, sat up, and beckoned Jiang Zihan over.

Jiang Zihan obediently walked over, and Wen Chan reached out and patted her head.

"You don't have a fever. I thought you did."

Jiang Zihan looked embarrassed, helpless, and at a loss.

Wen Chan withdrew her hand and casually changed the channel. Shenzhen is close to Hong Kong and can receive the signal. At this time, it was showing "The Edge of Righteousness" starring Leon Lai, Sean Lau, and others. The 1990s were undoubtedly the golden age of TVB, with handsome men and beautiful women, veteran actors, and solid plots. No matter which drama it was, it was always enjoyable to watch.

"If someone told you that if you invest some money in him, he would guarantee that you would make money, and if you lost money, he would cover it, would you be willing to do it?"

"Yes, yes, of course I'm willing!" Jiang Zihan nodded repeatedly.

Wen Chan turned to look at Jiang Zihan, "That's how those scammers trick people. Do you think you'd get such a good deal?"

Jiang Zihan pouted, "If it's not guaranteed that you can make money, then it's not a scam?"

Wen Chan clapped her hands: "Congratulations, you've finally started using your brain. The fact is, no matter what the situation, the other party could be a liar."

Jiang Zihan: "..."

She felt like her head was about to explode.

Wen Chan chuckled and waved her hand at Jiang Zihan, "Alright, don't worry, they'll probably only invest a million. I wouldn't even bother to scam them out of that little money."

Jiang Zihan looked at Wen Chan and could only hope that Miss Wen was really not a liar.

It wasn't that she wanted to doubt Wen Chan, but Jiang Zihan had never seen business done this way before.

She'd seen plenty of her colleagues asking for loans, each one carrying large bags and pleading for money, and ultimately having to promise a certain amount of interest.

The same applies to finding partners to do business; the one who provides the capital is the boss.

But Wen Chan is different; she gets a cut of the money and effort from others.

This is utterly upside down!