Chapter 53 The Fifty-Third Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Third Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 53 The Fifty-Third Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Third Day of Not Running Away...

This restaurant serves authentic Shanghainese cuisine, including braised pork chops, sweet and sour pork ribs, and spiced smoked fish.

Wen Chan's favorite dish is the five-spice smoked fish. The smoked fish is made by seasoning mackerel and then frying it until even the fish bones are crispy. The fish pieces are then marinated in a sauce, and the fish skin is crispy and soaked in the sauce, making it a unique and delicious dish that goes very well with rice.

While eating this dish, Wen Chan thought to herself, "Chen Bozheng loves this kind of food, so he must like it too."

She even asked the chef and learned that the fried mackerel pieces could be preserved for several days, so she immediately bought some and planned to send them to Chen Bozheng later. As for the recipe for the sauce, the chef generously gave it to her.

The sauce itself isn't anything special; the key is the frying temperature of the mackerel pieces. As long as this skill isn't passed on, even if you tell someone how to make it, you won't have to worry about losing business.

"Miss Wen got married so early?" Zhang Yurong was quite surprised. "You don't look more than 22 years old."

Wen Chan smiled and said, "Early marriage is common here."

"Is that so?" Zhang Yurong raised an eyebrow. She knew that she and Wen Chan had only just met and it wasn't appropriate to say too much, so she said, "Then it's settled. You'll take a 10% cut. Just give me a call when you're ready to sell the stocks."

“Okay,” Wen Chan agreed.

Jiang Zihan and Wen Chan carried the fried mackerel pieces back home. Perhaps to tease Chen Bozheng, Wen Chan even went to the department store in the afternoon to buy a lot of cookies, candies, and chocolates.

Jiang Zihan couldn't help but laugh. "Sister Wen, Brother Chen is such a grown man. Why are you buying these for him? These are for children."

Wen Chan handed her a piece of chocolate. "Try it, is it good?"

Jiang Zihan took it, opened it, and took a bite. Her eyes narrowed immediately after the first bite, and she quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover her mouth. "Ouch, why is this chocolate so bitter?"

Wen Chan laughed heartily: "Silly girl, this is pure dark chocolate, that's the taste. I bought this just to tease him."

Jiang Zihan sighed and rinsed her mouth, then came out and said, "You don't look like a strong woman at all."

Wen Chan chuckled: "Who says a strong woman has to be a certain way? Xiao Jiang, don't be silly. When you're in a relationship, you should act the way you normally would. Is being all rigid and formal a relationship? Even business people know to be a little more humane when it comes to business."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zihan tilted her head and looked at Wen Chan, "Sister Wen, you and Brother Chen are already married, why are you still dating?"

Not wanting to accidentally let something slip, Wen Chan blushed and grabbed a bag of White Rabbit milk candies, throwing it at Jiang Zihan, "Eat this, it's guaranteed to be sweet."

The mackerel chunks, along with snacks and candies, were sent back to Beijing.

When the postman delivered the package, Chen Bo was wondering who it was. But after signing for it and seeing the Shanghai address on it, he understood.

Lin Qingfeng came over after taking a shower, his head and neck were two shades darker. When he saw the big box, he exclaimed, "Brother Chen, what's in this big box?"

Chen Bozheng said, "I don't know either. Your sister-in-law sent it back."

"Sent by your sister-in-law?" Lin Qingfeng immediately became interested, pulled over a stool and sat down. "Quickly open it and see what's inside."

Chen Bozheng didn't think much of it, assuming Wen Chan was sending clothes or something. He took a knife and cut it open, and found it full of all kinds of snacks and candies produced in Shanghai, with a large bag of fried mackerel wrapped in oil paper next to it.

"Oh my!" Lin Qingfeng exclaimed. With his sharp eyes, he immediately noticed a letter lying underneath and reached out to grab it.

Chen Bo rushed ahead, grabbed the letter, opened it, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"What did your sister-in-law write in her letter?" Lin Qingfeng asked gossipily.

Chen Bozheng said, "What could there be? It's just talking about everyday things."

Lin Qingfeng rolled his eyes at him, shrugged, and reached out to grab a bag of cookies, but Chen Bozheng slapped his hand away.

Lin Qingfeng stared at Chen Bozheng in surprise.

Chen Bozheng picked up the whole box of food with a straight face, saying, "What are you looking at? Your sister-in-law said all this is for me."

Lin Qingfeng was incredulous. Was this really the same Zheng Ge who was known for his generosity?

They were so fascinated by just a box of snacks and candies.

The next day, Lin Qingfeng made a point of checking whether Chen Bozheng had brought anything to the construction site. They needed someone to keep an eye on the factory they were building every day.

One problem is that goods are delivered every day, but no one is around, making it difficult to sign for them or pay. The other problem is that although Wang Lengzi and his group work hard, they still don't understand some of the ideas, so Chen Bozheng and his team have to be there to provide timely feedback on any changes.

Lin Qingfeng stared at him all day but didn't see Chen Bozheng take out any snacks or candies, which puzzled the monk.

The monk nudged him: "Why have you been staring at Zheng Ge all day?"

Lin Qingfeng said, "Hey, I was just checking to see if Zheng-ge brought any snacks with him."

The monk was speechless. He took out three yuan from his pocket and handed it to him. "If you want to eat, go to the village store and buy it yourself. We don't have anything else, but we definitely have fried dough sticks, biscuits, candy and the like."

"Go away, do you think I'm short of a few bucks?" Lin Qingfeng squatted on the ground, rolled his eyes, and pushed the monk's hand away. "Yesterday, my sister-in-law sent Zheng Ge a lot of food back. I'm just seeing if Zheng Ge is willing to spend the money."

"Oh, then you don't need to look anymore. Zheng-ge will definitely be reluctant to part with it." Monk is much smarter than Lin Qingfeng. At the end of last year, Wen Chan bought two sets of clothes for Chen Bozheng. Chen Bozheng wore them once and then put them away, saying that he was afraid of wearing them out.

This sounds like a novel idea.

Who buys clothes not to wear them? Why would anyone be afraid of wearing them out?

"I'm telling you, Brother Zheng is really in deep trouble this time." Lin Qingfeng took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his cotton-padded jacket pocket, lit one, and before he could even take a drag, Chen Bozheng shouted at him, "Fengzi, Monk, come over here and lend a hand. Let's unload the cement over here."

"We're here," Lin Qingfeng and the monk quickly replied.

If Wen Chan knew that Chen Bozheng was actually hiding away snacks and candies and couldn't bear to eat them, she would roll her eyes without hesitation.

But she was indeed busy at the moment.

When the electric vacuum level reached 2000, the whole of Shanghai went crazy.

Zhao Dan and his wife, along with Fatty and others, thought about how high the stock market was almost every day they woke up, while Wen Chan was thinking about when she could sell.

When she saw people starting to sell in small batches continuously, she took action and kept selling the electric vacuum tubes in her hand.

She also called Zhang Yurong and Manager Hou to inform them.

Whether they listen or not, Wen Chan doesn't care.

"Are you really going to sell them?" Boss Ye was still a little reluctant. They came out to discuss it. Wen Chan had bought a total of 500 shares. If they sold them all at once, the average price of the shares would be around 370, and they would make a net profit of 800,000.

The profits are enough to drive people mad.

Wen Chan said, "We must throw it away. If you don't listen, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Zhao Dan gritted her teeth, "I'll throw it away! I'll do as you say."

They have about two thousand shares on hand.

These two thousand-plus shares, managed by Wen Chan, were released one after another at different prices, but in the end, Mr. Ye and his wife made a profit of more than three million yuan.

With over three million yuan in hand, Zhao Dan felt dizzy looking at the string of numbers on her bankbook. She closed the bankbook, then opened it again, closed it again, and opened it again.

The fat man, Jiang Zihan, and Liu Yan all had small amounts of money; although they were excited, it wasn't particularly thrilling.

The fat man said, "Sister Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Dan said, "I must be dreaming. I never imagined that I would earn so much in less than two months. This is faster than robbing a bank."

Wen Chan casually reminded him, "According to our contract, my share is 20%."

Two percent?

Everyone's mind went blank.

This time, Zhao Dan was quite determined. Without saying a word, she transferred the money to Wen Chan's savings account. The profit of more than three million yuan was 20%, which is more than six hundred thousand yuan.

The fat man did the math in his head and gasped.

In the following days, although everyone sold their stocks, they continued to keep an eye on the stock market.

The vacuum continued to rise, and although the fat man didn't say anything, he secretly slapped his thigh in his heart.

When it reached 2400, the fat man was having trouble breathing.

He saw that Zhao Dan and his wife were probably even more heartbroken than he was.

"I should have sold it later," Boss Ye said to Zhao Dan after returning to the hotel. "Look, if we had sold it later, we could have made so much more money."

He took a bottle of sparkling water and tried to put it in a glass like Wen Chan did. And I must say, the hotel's glass was really beautiful; the sparkling water inside refracted light brilliantly.

Zhao Dan said, "Stop talking, it's already been sold."

Although Zhao Dan felt the pinch, she tried to take it easy.

Mr. Ye's eyes lit up, and he said, "How about we go buy some ourselves?"

Zhao Dan was stunned for a moment, "What did you say? We're going to trade stocks ourselves?"

"That's right, I don't think stock trading is difficult at all," said Boss Ye. "It's just buying low and selling high, right? The market is great now, we can make money no matter how we buy!"

Zhao Dan was somewhat tempted, but after thinking about it, she shook her head. "No, these stocks are unpredictable. They might go up today and down tomorrow. What if we buy them ourselves and lose money?"

When the vacuum tube had fallen, Zhao Dan had considered taking action several times.

If it weren't for Wen Chan's confident support, she probably would have lost money in the stock market this time.

Mr. Ye said, "If you don't trust me, then let's buy a smaller amount. I'll buy fifty shares, okay?"

Zhao Dan shook her head: "No, absolutely not. Miss Wen is quite capable. She's already sold her own stocks, so we absolutely cannot buy them."

No matter how much Boss Ye pleaded and begged, Zhao Dan wouldn't budge.

This angered Boss Ye so much that a string of blisters appeared next to his mouth the next day.

When everyone saw the appearance of Mr. Ye's mouth during breakfast at the hotel, they were quite surprised.

The fat man said, "Brother Ye, what did you eat yesterday? You're so hot-tempered, and you've got so many blisters."

Mr. Ye was embarrassed. He touched his mouth and winced in pain.

Zhao Dan said, "Don't worry about him. He's so excited about making money that he can't sleep."

Mr. Ye gave an awkward smile and kicked his wife's foot.

Wen Chan saw the couple brushing their weapons but pretended not to notice.

When they arrived at the Shanghai Stock Exchange, they found that the atmosphere was completely different from the previous days.

"It's fallen? How could it fall?" someone muttered to themselves.

Mr. Ye squeezed next to someone wearing a red vest, his eyes almost glued to the screen. He had just seen the opening price of Vacuum Electric when he was pulled to the back. "Make way, make way, don't block everyone's view of the stock price."

"Electrical vacuum dropped to 2300? How could it be so fast?!" Boss Ye exclaimed in surprise.