Chapter 45 The Forty-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Forty-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 45 The Forty-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Forty-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

After Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan arrived home, Fatty ran over and, quite perceptively, helped carry the things, saying, "You bought so much, we don't even need to cook dinner."

Wen Chan gave him the rest. She had bought all those bags and packages just to feast her eyes, especially the big twisted dough sticks and such. "Here, take them all."

"Hey, thanks, sister-in-law. Oh, by the way, sister-in-law, Xiao Jiang and Sister Zhao both called earlier." The fat man remembered his business and quickly said to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan hummed in agreement and said, "What did they call to say?"

The fat man had just put a twisted dough stick into his mouth when he heard Wen Chan's question. He thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Jiang called to say that the stock market has been acting strangely these past few days. When she went to the black market, she found people asking if she wanted stocks."

At this point, the fat man looked nervous. "Sister Wen, what's going on? Weren't we unable to buy them before?"

Wen Chan asked, "What did Sister Zhao say on the phone?"

The fat man said, "Sister Zhao didn't say anything, but when she heard it was me, she told me to tell you to call her when you come back."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan, who was about to turn on the TV, turned her hand and reached for the telephone on the table. Zhao Dan's phone number was registered in the phone book next to it.

After Wen Chan dialed the number, Zhao Dan answered it shortly afterward.

"Sister Zhao? It's me, Wen Chan. I just got home."

The fat man, clutching a twisted dough stick, walked over involuntarily. Just as he was about to sit down, Chen Bozheng kicked him.

Chen Bozheng gestured with his lip toward the chair next to him. The fat man pursed his lips, obediently sat down next to him, and gave the seat opposite Wen Chan to Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng was holding a freshly washed pear, peeling it while watching Wen Chan make a phone call.

Wen Chan listened to the phone call, glancing at Chen Bozheng every now and then.

"Really? Is that so? I really didn't know."

"Okay, don't worry. Here's the deal: I'll book plane tickets for the day after tomorrow. Let's meet at the usual place, the Shanghai hotel. Okay, that's it."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Bo handed the peeled pear to Wen Chan, asking, "What happened?"

Wen Chan said, "It's nothing. Sister Zhao heard that someone in Shanghai released a lot of shares of Electric Vacuum. She's afraid the stock price will plummet, so she wants to urge me to go to Shanghai with her."

"The stock price has dropped?!" The fat man panicked and, without even wiping his mouth, jumped up.

Wen Chan said, "Probably."

The fat man's face turned pale instantly. He plopped down, his legs going weak. "This...this is my savings for my wife..."

Wen Chan, munching on a pear, said to Fatty, "Stop howling, this is good news."

The fat man looked at Wen Chan in disbelief: "Sister-in-law, you also bought more than 300,000 yuan worth of stuff? And this is good news?"

Wen Chan looked at the fat man helplessly.

Chen Bozheng said, "You should explain it to him, otherwise how can he feel at ease?"

The fat man quickly nodded: "Yes, sister-in-law, I really didn't know. Please understand us silly people."

Chen Bo rolled his eyes.

Wen Chan thought carefully for a moment, then pointed to the pear in her hand and said, "Let's take this pear as an example. In the past, when there were few pears, the price was high even in the dead of winter, but the price wouldn't go much higher. However, some people were greedy. They looked down on the current price of pears and deliberately let the market run low, selling a batch of pears at a bargain price. When others saw that the pears were being sold cheaply, they panicked because they also had pears, so they had to sell them at a low price as well. But these people were cunning. They arranged for another group to secretly buy up these cheaply sold pears. Once they had the largest quantity of pears in the market, they could do whatever they wanted and sell them at whatever price they wanted."

"Sell the first batch at double the price. This will definitely tempt people, making them think that these pears have a high market value and prompting them to buy them quickly."

"Then a second batch is sold at an even higher price, which attracts hot money from the market; everyone wants to buy these pears."

“They will keep manipulating the market price of Sydney until they feel it has reached its peak, and then gradually cash out.”

"Right now, the stock market is in a situation where major players are starting to manipulate the market and drive down prices."

The fat man then understood.

But he was still worried. "If it's not like what you said, will the stock continue to fall?"

Wen Chan said, "Don't worry, if other stock traders think the same way as you, we're sure to make money."

Fatty: "..."

That's a bit harsh, bro.

The fat man was still worried, but Wen Chan didn't bother with him and told him to buy plane tickets, since plane tickets were hard to buy during the Spring Festival.

I had to pay extra to get it from the scalper.

When Liu Yan learned that Wen Chan was going to Shanghai again, she came over and brought her a bowl of dumplings, saying, "These are homemade sauerkraut and pork dumplings. Please try them."

"You made these, Auntie? They must be delicious." The fat man was full of worries, but when he saw the dumplings, he immediately forgot about them.

Wen Chan thanked him, glanced at the living room, and asked the fat man to cut half a chicken for her to take back. "None of us are very good at cooking, but this chicken is pretty good. If we fry it up, it will be a nice addition to our dishes."

Liu Yan laughed and said, "This is too much. My family can't finish it all."

Wen Chan said, "There's no reason to push it back. Take it."

Seeing that Liu Yan had thanked her but hadn't left, she wondered if something was wrong, so she asked the fat man to go and buy some vinegar.

The fat man didn't think much of it and simply agreed before leaving, asking if they wanted to wait for Chen Bozheng to come back before eating.

Chen Bozheng went out early this morning, saying that someone had introduced him to a construction team and he needed to go and check them out.

Although it's not even the fifth day of the Lunar New Year yet, there are so many things to do after the New Year, how can we really wait until the eighth day to get to work?

Wen Chan said directly that she didn't need to, and Chen Bozheng's lack of mention of eating at home meant that she didn't need to wait for him.

The fat man said "oh" and went out.

Wen Chan told Liu Yan to put the chicken down first, and then went to get some sugar ears and fried dough twists to serve her. "I bought these at the temple fair, they're still crispy today. I'm not feeling well, so I can't eat these. Please don't be shy, just eat whatever you like."

Seeing that no one else was around, Liu Yan became much more relaxed. She picked up a piece of candy ear, took a bite, and asked, "Wen Chan, I heard from Fatty that you're going to Shanghai again tomorrow."

Wen Chan hummed in agreement. "Yes, that's right. What's up? Do you want to go to Shanghai?"

Liu Yan said, "It's half and half. My parents know I broke up with Wang Xing, and they've been urging me to go see him since yesterday. I can't stand being in Beijing anymore. If you don't mind, you can bring me along. I'll help you out."

Wen Chan was indifferent. "Alright, don't talk about being an assistant or anything. We're all friends. If you're willing to come along, ask Fatty to help you buy your plane ticket. You can stay with Xiao Jiang. Also, you should tell your family about this so they don't worry."

Liu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's for sure. I'm not a child, and I won't cause you any trouble."

Liu Yan left after finishing her story, and Wen Chan didn't ask her how she had discussed it with her family.

After Chen Bozheng found out, he was able to understand Liu Yan's situation.

"Liu Yan is her only daughter. We all know that her parents want her to marry into a good family. Putting aside everything else, the man is perfect. How can her parents not nag? It's good for Liu Yan to go out and see the world, so she won't have to endure nagging at home."

Wen Chan hummed in agreement and asked, "Why didn't you bring Liu Yan with you on your business trip?"

Chen Bo was eating, holding his bowl, taking a bite, and looking up: "She's a very strong-willed person, she doesn't want to work with us in auto repair."

"So she wants to continue trading clothes?" Wen Chan said, "If that's the case, she can go to Shanghai to see the clothing styles there."

"I don't know." Chen Bo shook his head.

He took a bite of the food and suddenly realized something was wrong. Chen Bozheng knew Wen Chan to some extent.

It could be said that she never took the initiative to care about what others were doing or what they were doing, and she rarely inquired about the gossip in the courtyard.

Why are you now proactively asking about Liu Yan?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Chan asked, eating stir-fried cabbage. Fatty had many friends, and she wasn't going to mooch off them for dinner tonight; she was going out for a social engagement.

Chen Bo, holding his chopsticks, tentatively asked, "Why are you suddenly so concerned about Liu Yan?"

Wen Chan paused for a moment, then said "Oh," and added, "I think she's an interesting person. I'm planning to see what kind of business she's planning to do."

"And then?" Chen Bo asked, puzzled.

Wen Chan said, "Then if I have the opportunity, I'll invest in her business."

Chen Bozheng's mind finally clicked. "So that's why you're asking all these questions?"

"Otherwise what?" Wen Chan retorted.

Chen Bo swallowed back the words he was about to say and shook his head. "It's nothing. If you were to invest in Liu Yan, it would be quite suitable. She's a strong-willed and serious person. She always wants to do things better than others. After all, she's the only daughter in her family, and she's been told a lot that she's childless since she was little. She just wants to prove that she's better than others."

“I can tell,” Wen Chan said.

She had seen many women like Liu Yan; such women were usually ruthless to others and ruthless to themselves.

Wen Chan had the idea of ​​investing in Liu Yan, but she didn't tell anyone except Chen Bozheng. There was no point in rushing to talk about something that was still far from being finalized.

Maybe they just wanted to be a middleman.

The reseller's business is stable; even if he loses money, he won't lose too much.

But starting your own business is a different story.

Just by watching Chen Bozheng go around asking people about the construction market every day, asking about the reputation of construction teams, and even having to go to great lengths to find out the price of a single piece of glass and pull strings, you can tell that starting a business is not something that ordinary people can do.