Chapter 47 The Forty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Forty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 47 The Forty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Forty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

I'm staying at the same hotel as last time.

Liu Yan stayed there by herself first. She was somewhat curious after hearing Jiang Zihan say that the hotel was incredibly grand.

When I moved in myself, I found it was completely different.

Liu Yan was reluctant to spend money, but she knew her limits. The money belonged to Wen Chan, and she could spend it however she wanted. However, Liu Yan also secretly inquired about the house prices and was thinking about splitting the rent in half later.

If it were cheaper, that would be fine, but it's so expensive, how can you expect to get a good deal?

The next morning, Jiang Zihan arrived early, and everyone had breakfast at the hotel.

Mr. Ye and his wife clearly didn't sleep well last night.

Especially Zhao Dan, whose eyes were covered in dark circles.

Jiang Zihan was startled. She glanced at Boss Ye and asked, "Sister Zhao, why is your eye area so dark?"

How could Zhao Dan say that she was worried about not sleeping well? She mumbled, "Don't mention it. During the New Year, there were firecrackers everywhere, and I couldn't sleep well because of the noise. I'm still not used to the bed here."

Are you having trouble sleeping in a new bed?

Jiang Zihan wondered to herself, "Why didn't I have this problem last time?"

Wen Chan knew that the couple were worried about the stock price.

"Sister Zhao, let's go to the Shanghai Stock Exchange today. If you go around more these days, your problem might get better."

Zhao Dan knew that Wen Chan understood, and smiled, "If that's really the case, then that would be wonderful."

Liu Yan chatted idly on the side, and she and the fat man chatted back and forth, making the dinner table quite lively.

The Shanghai Stock Exchange opened today.

Wen Chan and the others arrived late, and by the time they got there, the place was already packed with people, and they couldn't even squeeze in.

Boss Ye was startled. "Why are there so many people? How are we supposed to get in?"

"Why don't I go in?" Lin Mo said.

The fat man rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll go in with you. You guys wait outside. We'll come out after we find out the stock price of Vacuum Electronics."

"Okay, then be careful." Wen Chan nodded.

They quickly moved aside; Wen Chan hadn't expected so many people to be there today.

"With so many people, what if something happens to them?" Boss Ye said to Zhao Dan in a low voice. He was very worried. Ever since he heard that someone in Shanghai was selling off their shares in Shanghai Vacuum Electric Co., Ltd., Boss Ye was afraid that all the stocks they bought would be stuck in their hands.

Zhao Dan shook her head and said, "No, no."

She said that, but her face was full of worry.

Boss Ye gritted his teeth and said, "What if they do? We've invested most of our wealth in this. If something were to happen to us, then..."

Boss Ye's voice wasn't loud, but Liu Yan had good hearing and could hear it clearly.

When she heard this, she couldn't help but look at Wen Chan with concern.

Wen Chan didn't say anything and leaned against the wall.

“It’s out, it’s out,” Jiang Zihan suddenly said.

The fat man and Lin Mo, one fat and one thin, squeezed out of the crowd, looking disheveled, their shoes even being stepped on.

"It fell, it fell!" the fat man said breathlessly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"How much will it drop?" Boss Ye asked quickly.

The fat man was holding his knees, panting heavily.

Lin Mo said, "It has fallen to just over 300."

"Huh?!" Mr. Ye's mind went blank for a moment, a surge of blood rushed from his lower body to his brain, and his vision almost went black.

"Really? Did you see it clearly?" Zhao Dan asked anxiously, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

The fat man said, "We saw it clearly, it really did drop to 302."

Mr. Ye and his wife's expressions changed drastically, and they almost fainted.

"Oh, you're back in Shanghai?" Jiang Changwen and his daughter came out from inside, and it was just bad luck that they ran into Wen Chan and her group.

Jiang Simin said smugly, "Hey Miss Wen, why do you all look so unhappy? How much have you lost?"

"Is it any of your business?" the fat man retorted irritably.

Jiang Simin raised her chin. "We can't control what happens to us, but we'd love to see them make a fool of themselves. I don't know who saw the vacuum tube fall earlier and rushed in like they'd struck gold. Now look what's happened, they're probably going to lose everything."

"It's still early. Don't say that later and then you'll regret it," Wen Chan said calmly.

Jiang Simin scoffed. She looked at Jiang Zihan beside her, sized her up, and said disdainfully, "Jiang Zihan, don't say I didn't warn you. For the sake of our family, if you have any stocks, sell them quickly, or you'll lose a fortune."

"Hey, you!" The fat man was already losing money, and when he heard this, his temper flared up instantly.

Wen Chan looked at Jiang Zihan and said, "Little Jiang, if you trust me, why don't you buy some now?"

"Letting her buy it at a time like this, are you really not afraid of death?" Jiang Simin said disdainfully, arms crossed.

Jiang Zihan didn't hesitate, "Okay, I'll buy three shares."

Jiang Changwen frowned and looked at Jiang Zihan, "You might as well give me this money. If you buy these three shares, you'll lose everything."

"We'll see," Jiang Zihan said. "I trust Sister Wen."

Jiang Zihan went in and bought three shares, then came out holding three shares of Electric Vacuum.

Her behavior was very eye-catching, because at this time, many people were selling off their vacuum tubes, and many others were just watching from the sidelines, but there were really not many buyers.

"Isn't that Miss Wen from before?" Hou Yuxuan had a deep impression of Wen Chan and her group, so he couldn't help but come out and greet them.

"Miss Wen, are you here to sell stocks?"

Wen Chan shook her head. "No, I just came to check. Is the stock market doing badly?"

Hou Yuxuan gave a wry smile, "Things weren't going well before the New Year. I thought we'd have a good start, but I never expected..."

A thoughtful look flashed across Wen Chan's eyes. "Mr. Hou doesn't have a good opinion of Electric Vacuum?"

"It's not that I'm pessimistic, it's just that the market is so bad," Hou Yuxuan sighed. "It's worrying."

Hearing Hou Yuxuan's words, Jiang Changwen and his daughter became even more smug. Jiang Changwen, in particular, said to Wen Chan, "Little girl, did you hear that? People at the stock exchange are saying they're not optimistic. You still bought it? You're really not afraid of death."

Wen Chan looked at Hou Yuxuan, "Manager Hou, your Shanghai Stock Exchange has also purchased a lot of electronic vacuum tubes, right?"

Hou Yuxuan nodded.

Since exchanges are responsible for their own profits and losses, some projects must be profitable; relying solely on the commission from transactions is simply not enough.

Wen Chan said, "Keep it in your hand, don't let go. I think this situation is temporary. Before long, a much better situation will come."

A hint of surprise appeared in Hou Yuxuan's eyes.

Jiang Changwen scoffed, "Talking nonsense, bragging!"

Wen Chan ignored him and nodded to Hou Yuxuan, "You can give it a try, just in case. You bought the stock at a high price, right? It would be a real shame to sell it now. You know, you always need to have some bullets in your gun."

Hou Yuxuan's heart wavered upon hearing these words.

He said, "We will consider it carefully."

Over the next two days, Vacuum Electronics' stock price exhibited a strange pattern: it rose a few dollars in the morning and fell a few dollars in the afternoon.

This has left many people unsure of what's going on.

Mr. Ye and his wife went there every day and didn't return until evening. When they came back, they would report the situation to Wen Chan.

It's not that they don't want to sell, it's just that at the current price, they would lose money if they did.

Moreover, Wen Chan had already said that if they didn't listen to her and disposed of the stocks arbitrarily, she wouldn't be responsible for any subsequent operations.

The couple took a gamble and really went all out.

Zhao Dan was exhausted after walking all day. When she entered the house, she was not as polite as before. She took off her high heels and put on indoor slippers, saying, "Oh, I'm so tired. Why are there more and more people at the Shanghai Stock Exchange every day?"

"Are there a lot of people today?" Wen Chan asked, sitting up. "But today is Monday."

"Of course there are more. I'm wondering, don't people in Shanghai have to go to work?"

Zhao Dan took the water Liu Yan poured for her, drank it all in one go, and then ate a piece of apple that Jiang Zihan had cut. She praised, "Wen Chan, you're so lucky. You don't have to squeeze into the crowd like we did."

Wen Chan smiled, knowing that Zhao Dan's tone carried dissatisfaction.

But she didn't take it seriously. "Sister Zhao, you two have worked hard. When the stock goes up, I'll treat you to dinner. Everyone can order whatever they want."

"How could I dare?" Zhao Dan said. "It would be great if the stock really went up."

"It'll be soon." Wen Chan shook the newspaper in her hand and handed it to Jiang Zihan. "I estimate there will be some different developments in the next day or two."

"Really?" Zhao Dan perked up immediately, her eyes practically sparkling. "You're not kidding me, are you?"

“I’ll go with you tomorrow,” Wen Chan said.