Chapter 39 The Thirty-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Thirty-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

Chapter 39 The Thirty-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Thirty-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

"You, you, you, Daddy!"

If you weren't involved, no one would expect that someone would actually call out "Dad" at this moment.

Wen Chan didn't react at first, but when she saw a middle-aged man in a suit with a protruding belly running towards her, she realized that Jiang Simin's father was right there.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Jiang Changwen's finger was almost poking Wen Chan's face: "Who's bullying my daughter?"

"Dad, that bitch Jiang Zihan brought people to bully me," Jiang Simin said with a wronged expression. "You have to get justice from me."

Wen Chan looked at the scene and found it so absurd that she almost laughed.

"Why don't you say that it was you who started it by spouting nonsense and being rude?"

"Dad, quickly call someone to kick them out!" Jiang Simin glared at Wen Chan, then turned to her father and said, pointing to her face, "Look at my face, they beat me up like this."

"Alright, Lao Wang." Jiang Changwen turned to his companion and said, "This guy is causing trouble at your exchange, can you tolerate it?"

The man called Old Wang was wearing a red vest and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like a rather mean-spirited man, and he was also quite old. Hearing this, he walked over, frowning and with a cold face. He was somewhat cunning. He glanced at Wen Chan and her group, "Where are you all from?"

Wen Chan looked at him. "You're from Beijing, so what?"

Old Wang had a good idea of ​​what to do. If it was someone from Beijing, he wasn't afraid of offending them. But if it were someone from Shanghai, he would have to consider their family background.

Since they're from out of town, there's no harm in offending them; there's nothing to be afraid of.

“So you’re from the capital. How can you be so unruly?” Old Wang said, “This is the Shanghai Stock Exchange, an upscale place. Your disturbance here is breaking our rules. Please leave immediately and stop making a fool of yourselves.”

“Yes, get out of here right now.” Jiang Simin raised her chin triumphantly and said rudely.

"Rules?" Wen Chan raised an eyebrow, looking around. "Where are your rules written? I can't see them."

Old Wang looked impatient. He waved his hand and said, "Don't push your luck. I told you to get lost, but you still won't leave. You're going to wait for me to call security. You'll be so embarrassed then."

"Uncle, you're bullying me!" Jiang Zihan trembled with anger, her face flushed red.

Jiang Changwen sneered: "So what if I bully people? Jiang Zihan, what kind of tone do you have when you talk to me like that?"

"What's wrong? What happened here?" The commotion Wen Chan had caused was quite significant, alarming Hou Yuxuan, a senior leader at the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Hou Yuxuan approached with two men in red vests and asked in a gentle tone.

"Manager Hou." When Old Wang saw Hou Yuxuan coming over, his attitude changed completely. "It's nothing, it's just that some people came here to cause trouble. I'm trying to persuade them to leave."

"Miss Wen." A man in a red vest next to Hou Yuxuan recognized Wen Chan and called out to her.

Hou Yuxuan looked at the woman in the red vest. "Xiao Liu, do you know this lady?"

Xiao Liu glanced at Wen Chan and said, "Manager Hou, didn't you ask me yesterday who bought 500 shares of Electric Vacuum? It was Miss Wen."

What?

Jiang Changwen, his daughter, and Old Wang were all startled.

Especially Old Wang.

Although securities institutions like the Shanghai Stock Exchange are state-run, ultimately, making money depends on large investors.

Yesterday, over a thousand shares of Vacuum Electric were traded, and there were already rumors that two people each bought five hundred shares.

One of them was Yang Baiwan, while the other remains a mystery; everyone knows it's a woman, but no one knows who she is.

Unexpectedly, it was Wen Chan.

"So it's you, Miss Wen." Hou Yuxuan immediately looked at Wen Chan with new respect, and extended his hand to shake hands with her. "My surname is Hou. I am currently one of the managers of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Miss Wen, you have great courage to buy so many shares of Electrovacuum in one go."

Wen Chan smiled politely, "Manager Hou, things are valued for their scarcity. There are only eight such stocks in Shanghai right now. I'm not being reckless, but I believe that Vacuum Electric is worth it."

Hou Yuxuan laughed and said, "You are too modest. Everyone knows that things are valued for their scarcity, but most people are still not optimistic about stocks."

After saying this, he glanced at Lao Wang with a warning look in his eyes, "Lao Wang, what nonsense are you talking about? Miss Wen is our honored guest. What nonsense are you talking about? Even if she doesn't buy stocks, she's still our guest just because she came to take a look. How can you be so rude? Apologize immediately."

Old Wang's face turned pale and then red.

In the dead of winter, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. He finally managed to say "I'm sorry."

Wen Chan glanced at him indifferently, "It's nothing, I won't hold it against you."

“Miss Wen is truly magnanimous. I think it’s still early, why don’t you all come to my office for a chat?” Hou Yuxuan said.

Wen Chan knew that the other party just wanted to get closer to her, so she didn't mind and asked Jiang Zihan to tell Zhao Dan.

Zhao Dan had to keep an eye on the stock price. Although she also wanted to go and broaden her horizons, she was too embarrassed and worried about the money, so she waved them off and told them to go about their business.

After they left.

Old Wang's expression immediately changed, his face turning black with anger. He turned to Jiang Changwen and his daughter and said, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me that woman's family had such a powerful background?"

Jiang Changwen and his daughter were also surprised, and they had no way to express their grievances.

Jiang Simin, in particular, saw her male companion staring intently at Wen Chan's back, unable to tear his eyes away. Frustrated, she stomped on his foot and said, "Why are you staring at her? Are you jealous of her wealth?"

The male companion gritted his teeth, but due to Jiang Changwen's money and power, he didn't want to directly turn against him, but he looked down on Jiang Simin more and more.

He had previously thought that all wealthy and powerful women were as unreasonable, domineering, and mean as Jiang Simin. But after meeting Wen Chan, he realized that women are not all the same.

Zhao Dan treated us to lunch at a nearby restaurant.

That restaurant served home-style dishes, such as pork lard rice, braised pork chops, pickled bamboo shoots, and eight-treasure duck. The dishes were well-made, and the soup and rice were also quite good.

The pork lard rice is especially delicious. The ingredients are simple: vegetables, salted pork, rice, and pork lard. The rice grains are glossy and have a savory flavor. The pickled bamboo shoots are particularly sweet. It's winter bamboo shoot season, and the soup is so sweet and delicious that it's almost too sweet to eat.

Zhao Dan ate two bowls of soup and praised it highly: "These Shanghainese really know how to enjoy life. They make such delicious soup. It's a pity that my husband Ye doesn't have the luck to eat it. Otherwise, he could have easily drunk three bowls of this soup today."

"You can bring Brother Ye over sometime when you have the chance," Wen Chan said with a smile.

The group was eating and chatting when they heard footsteps at the door.

Lunchtime is peak season, and this restaurant is reasonably priced and serves good food, so it's always packed with customers.

Jiang Zihan glanced at the door and saw her uncle and daughter hurriedly slip away as if they had seen a ghost.

Jiang Simin turned around and met Jiang Zihan's gaze.

She glared fiercely at Jiang Zihan.

Jiang Zihan made a face at her, which made Jiang Simin even angrier.

"Dad, why are we hiding? We haven't done anything shameful." Jiang Simin said angrily to Jiang Changwen.

Jiang Changwen said irritably, "Are you stupid? We just had a fight with them and lost. Aren't we embarrassed to see them now? Let's go, let's eat somewhere else. There are plenty of restaurants here. Why do we have to eat at that place? Won't it make us uncomfortable?"

Jiang Simin pouted, "You're just afraid of them. If you ask me, what's the big deal about buying 500 shares? It's just a few hundred thousand yuan. It's not like everyone doesn't have that much. Our family also..."

Before Jiang Simin could finish speaking, Jiang Changwen hurriedly reached out and covered her mouth. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him and his daughter, pulled Jiang Simin a few steps and walked to a quiet alley nearby. He said to her, "Are you crazy? You're talking about our family's wealth like this outside. If the second son finds out one day, our family will be in trouble."

The second son here is Jiang Zihan's father.

Jiang Simin knew she had made a mistake and said sheepishly, "There are no people from our family here. Where would poor people from that lower class appear here? Dad, you're overthinking it."

Jiang Changwen snorted, "Isn't Jiang Zihan from the lower class? She's right here."

At this point, Jiang Changwen's face showed a thoughtful expression. "I used to think that the second son's family was destined to be good-for-nothings, but I never expected Jiang Zihan to have such abilities, managing to hook up with someone like that. That guy surnamed Wen, he might be some kind of second-generation rich kid."

Jiang Simin was stunned for a moment, then retorted excitedly, "How could that be? That woman couldn't possibly be some kind of second-generation rich kid!"

Jiang Changwen said, "You should believe it or not, a person's luck is really hard to predict. I heard from the second brother that Jiang Zihan went to Beijing. Think about it, where in the country are there the most second-generation rich kids? Isn't it Beijing? That Wen guy's temper and his wealth, if he's not a second-generation rich kid, then he must have a big background. With such a powerful backer, Jiang Zihan might really be able to rise to the top and become a phoenix."

Jiang Simin's face turned pale and then green, her eyes filled with such intense jealousy that it was almost overflowing.

Seeing his daughter's expression, Jiang Changwen knew she was upset. He patted her shoulder and said, "It's nothing. Even if they do get close to us, our family won't be inferior to them. Dad bought a hundred shares this morning. Once we make a lot of money in the stock market, we won't be much worse off than the second generation."

Jiang Simin's eyes lit up. "That's right, Dad, I have faith in you. That Yang Baiwan is just a factory worker, yet he can make a million in the stock market. With your abilities and our family's wealth, you might be able to make ten million!"

The father and daughter were full of confidence, and the slightest bit of emotion they felt in the morning had been completely forgotten.

Even while eating, they were fantasizing about how they would squander the money they made in the stock market. First, they would definitely host a grand banquet to entertain guests and make a good impression. Second, they would take the money to travel abroad. Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand were nothing special; they would go to Japan, South Korea, or Europe.