Chapter 49 The Forty-Ninth Day of Not Running Anymore The forty-ninth day of not running away...

Chapter 49 The Forty-Ninth Day of Not Running Anymore The forty-ninth day of not running away...

Liu Yan thought for a moment and asked the girl for her phone number and address.

The girl's surname was Lan, and her given name was quite unique; it was Lan Linglong.

When the fat man got back, he said, "Was that girl just bragging? That place isn't that big, how could she earn that much in a year?"

Wen Chan said, "Although the place is small, it has the advantage of fast turnover and a large number of people. If you have an exclusive design, earning a million or so is not a lot."

It's all about small profits but quick turnover.

The fat man was still somewhat skeptical, and neither Liu Yan nor Wen Chan paid any attention to him.

They were exhausted after walking all day. When they returned to the hotel, Zhao Dan and the others had already returned, and everyone's face was full of smiles.

Zhao Dan and his wife, in particular, were absolutely overjoyed.

Mr. Ye said, "Young lady, I must treat everyone to Western food tonight."

He said, "I've already found out. There's an authentic French restaurant nearby with pretty good food. Let's go try it out."

Wen Chan chuckled, "Isn't that unnecessary? What's the difference between eating and eating? Why spend so much money?"

Eating a French meal in Shanghai is definitely not cheap.

Wen Chan has eaten and seen many things, so she is not interested in them. Compared to French food, she would rather eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), or even a bowl of clear soup noodles and a braised pork chop. That would be more interesting than eating French food.

"That won't do. Do you know what the stock market closed at today?" Boss Ye said, suppressing his excitement.

The fat man immediately became interested: "What's the price?"

"It's gone up to 600 today!" Boss Ye said, beaming with joy.

"Really?!" Liu Yan was taken aback. "It's only been a few days?"

Indeed, things have changed drastically in just the last two days.

It almost fell below 300 a couple of days ago, but now it has more than doubled.

"So, we're treating everyone tonight, please don't stand on ceremony," Zhao Dan said, taking Wen Chan's hand. "Little sister, let's go eat French food."

Seeing that everyone wanted to try French cuisine, Wen Chan readily agreed. Since she had to dress up nicely for French food, she changed into a long dress, put on a thick woolen coat, and applied a light layer of lip rouge.

Liu Yan was about the same size as Wen Chan, but slightly plumper. Wen Chan lent her her dress, and the group went to a French restaurant and had a big meal.

By sheer coincidence, we bumped into Manager Hou from before while we were eating.

"Miss Wen," Hou Yuxuan said to his friend across the table, then stood up to greet her, "You're eating at this restaurant too?"

Wen Chan nodded to Hou Yuxuan, "Manager Hou, what a coincidence!"

“It’s fate,” Hou Yuxuan said with a smile, looking at the table. They had a large dining table with plenty of room. “I wonder if my friend and I could join you at the same table?”

"Of course." Wen Chan looked at the others and, seeing that none of them refused, agreed.

Hou Yuxuan's friend was a very sophisticated woman, tall, wearing a turtleneck sweater, suit pants, and a pearl necklace. She had a very special temperament, like a swan.

Mr. Ye and his wife exchanged glances, both feeling that this woman was no ordinary person.

"This is Miss Wen. She reminded me not to rush to sell my shares in Electric Vacuum, and she was right. Electric Vacuum has been rising since yesterday." Hou Yuxuan pulled out a chair for his friend and introduced, "This is my cousin, Zhang Yurong, an American citizen of Chinese descent. She recently came back to China to visit me."

American citizen of Chinese descent?

The people at the table couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Wen Chan extended her hand and shook hands with Zhang Yurong: "Miss Zhang is so beautiful. You and your brother are both very good-looking."

Zhang Yurong smiled, her handshake firm but not too firm. "Miss Wen is joking. Compared to you, what is that? Miss Wen is from China?"

Wen Chan hummed in agreement, "I'm from Beijing."

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhang Yurong's eyes. "I thought you came from Hong Kong."

"Why do you think that?" Wen Chan asked Zhang Yurong while drinking her sparkling water.

Zhang Yurong said, "It's very simple. Stock trading is popular in Hong Kong, and there are many experts there. Our Shanghai Stock Exchange was only recently established. Let alone stock trading, many leaders don't even understand what stocks are."

“Yes, Miss Wen is incredibly capable. She’s like a fortune teller; she can make prices rise or fall at will,” Zhao Dan hurriedly said.

Zhang Yurong glanced at Zhao Dan, then smiled at Wen Chan, "Miss Wen seems to be quite remarkable."

Wen Chan shrugged. "I was just lucky. I wouldn't say I'm amazing. There are plenty of capable people out there. It's just that everyone's being cautious these days and doesn't dare to show their faces. I'm a bit naive, so I came over to have some fun."

Zhang Yurong smiled slightly, "That's great too, Miss Wen. I'm here in Shanghai for a few days to relax and stay at the Portman Hotel. When are you free? Why don't you come visit me?"

Wen Chan agreed and wrote down Zhang Yurong's phone number.

The next day, Wen Chan was sunbathing and reading the newspaper on the balcony when Jiang Zihan suddenly called out from inside the house, "Sister Wen, Miss Zhang was on TV yesterday."

Wen Chan heard the noise and came over.

On television, the mayor of Shanghai, accompanied by many other leaders, was inspecting local factories with Zhang Yurong and her entourage.

"The TV just reported that Miss Zhang is coming to Shanghai to invest in building a huge amusement park, with an investment of tens of millions!" Jiang Zihan exclaimed, "How rich must she be to be willing to spend tens of millions to build an amusement park?"

Zhang Yurong?

Wen Chan narrowed her eyes, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I saw her. She went abroad early, after graduating from university. On Wall Street, everyone only uses their English names and rarely uses Chinese names.

"Sister Wen, the stock of Vacuum Electric is on the news too," Jiang Zihan said, pointing at the TV.

The camera switched to the crowded Shanghai Stock Exchange, where a reporter in a suit and skirt held a microphone and introduced, "Good morning, citizens. What you see here is the Shanghai Stock Exchange, which was established last year. Today, the Shanghai Stock Exchange has good news: the prices of major stocks are soaring..."

After the reporter finished explaining the situation, he suddenly stopped a father and daughter who came out and asked, "Excuse me, did you just come out from inside to sell or buy stocks?"

Wen Chan paused for a moment, then looked at Jiang Zihan, "Little Jiang, aren't these your uncle and cousin?"

Jiang Zihan recognized the two of them as well.

Jiang Changwen and his daughter, full of confidence, addressed the camera with booming voices, "Of course we're here to buy stocks, specifically two hundred shares of Electrovacuum!"

"Oh? You're buying so much, aren't you afraid the stock price will drop?" The reporter realized he had caught up with the topic and quickly followed up with the question.

“Of course we’re not afraid,” Jiang Simin replied quickly. “My dad and I have long been optimistic about the stock of Electrovacuum. This stock is sure to continue to rise and has a lot of room for appreciation. We bought it this morning, and the stock price has already risen to 630.”

Jiang Zihan rolled her eyes. "Trying to look like an elephant by sticking scallions in your nose, that's not what she said before."

Wen Chan nodded and said, "Never mind them, Xiao Jiang, you've really hit the jackpot. You've doubled your money."

Jiang Zihan then realized what was happening.

you do not say.

The stock price rose to 630, and she bought three shares, which means she has now made more than a thousand yuan!