Chapter 74 The Seventy-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 74 The Seventy-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Fourth Day of Not Running Away...

Wen Chan looked at Zhang Yurong, "What does Miss Zhang want me to do?"

Zhang Yurong said, "I would like to ask you to be the trader for this private equity fund. You will receive 20% of the profits from each deal. In addition, I can provide you with a house near Central Park, a car, a driver, and a translator."

She spoke with great sincerity.

Wen Chan rested her fingers on her knees, her slender fingertips tapping against them, her eyes thoughtful. "Such good treatment, given to me, what a waste. I believe you could recruit a lot of talent from Wall Street with this kind of offer. If you went to an Ivy League school, I'm afraid people from Harvard and Cambridge would be lining up to fill your office."

Zhang Yurong smiled, a sly glint in her eyes. She picked up her glass, took a sip of water, and said calmly, "But none of those people have achieved what you have, Miss Wen. I've investigated you. Your intuition is sharp, your operations are ruthless—you're no ordinary talent. I don't believe a high level of education equates to ability, especially on Wall Street, where a degree is merely icing on the cake."

Wen Chan raised an eyebrow and ran her fingers through her hair. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. So what are your conditions?"

“I need you to generate a profit of 30 million US dollars for this private equity fund within a year,” Zhang Yurong said.

Wen Chan raised her hand, gesturing to interrupt, "That's too little."

Zhang Yurong hummed in agreement.

"Give me 50 million in principal, and I can promise a profit of at least 30 million. In addition, after 30 million, I will take 30% of every 10 million in profit."

Wen Chan spoke calmly.

Neither the dense forest nearby nor Jiang Zihan dared to breathe loudly.

Thirty million US dollars is several hundred million RMB. Even 20% of that is more than many people could earn in several lifetimes. Wen Chan's appetite is so big that she wants 30%.

“Yes, but the contract must be signed in the United States.” A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Yurong’s eyes before she quickly made the decision.

“That’s what I think too,” Wen Chan said.

She picked up the cup. "Ms. Zhang, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Zhang Yurong clinked glasses with her. "Ms. Wen, it's been a pleasure working with you. You don't need to be so formal in the future; just call me May."

“My name is a bit of a disadvantage; just call me by my full name,” Wen Chan said. She added, “May, perhaps I can tell you why you’re in such a hurry?”

Zhang Yurong said, "My father has a terminal illness, and the doctor has determined that he probably won't live more than a year."

"Oh, I'm sorry, please accept my condolences." Wen Chan understood.

Zhang Yurong arrived in a hurry. Wen Chan wanted to invite her out for a meal, but she clearly knew that Wen Chan still had to pack and prepare, so she didn't want to disturb her and took her leave in advance.

Mi Lin followed her.

Jiang Zihan and Wen Chan were cleaning up the cups. The tap water was rinsing the glasses, but Jiang Zihan was feeling uneasy. She whispered to Wen Chan, "Sister Wen, is Zhang Yurong a fraud?"

Wen Chan had been lost in thought, reminiscing about the books she had read in her past life. Hearing this, she snapped out of her reverie and exclaimed, "Huh?"

"Just think about it, they keep talking about tens of millions," Jiang Zihan said tremblingly. "It's too unreal."

God knows, she almost couldn't resist pinching herself while listening to this, to see if she was dreaming.

It wasn't like she hadn't seen a lot of money before. Back in Shanghai, Wen Chan and her group had earned several million, and Liu Yan's jeans brand had also made a lot of money.

But that was what she saw with her own eyes, and the difference between a few million and a few hundred million is just too great.

Wen Chan said, "A few hundred million is nothing on Wall Street."

The top private equity firms on Wall Street manage hundreds of billions or even trillions of dollars in capital; tens of millions of dollars are merely the entry threshold.

Jiang Zihan's eyes widened. Her eyes were already big, but now they were wide open like a puppy's. "Wall Street, what kind of place is that? My God, I would be satisfied if I could earn a million in my life. What does it mean to earn hundreds of millions?"

Wen Chan chuckled, dried her hands, and pinched Jiang Zihan's cheek. "Don't make a fuss. This money doesn't all belong to one person."

She said thoughtfully, "Making money in America won't be so easy this time."

Going abroad, especially to the United States, was no small matter in 1991.

The fat man was asked by his neighbors to buy him clothes, watches, and home appliances. When Jiang Zihan called home, she couldn't escape the same fate.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang have moved to the new building.

Jiang's mother said to Jiang Zihan, "Didn't you say before that it wouldn't be so soon? How come you suddenly said you were going to go? Your English isn't good, won't you get lost in America?"

Mr. Jiang, who was next to the phone, couldn't help but say, "Yes, you should tell her to write down the address and phone number when she gets there, and to carry some US dollars with her. If she gets lost, she can ask someone for directions."

The eldest sister-in-law listened to Mr. and Mrs. Jiang talking for a long time without finding the main point, and helplessly reminded them, "Mom, ask your younger sister if she needs money for her trip abroad. We've scraped together two thousand yuan for her. It's not much, but it's always good to have extra money on the road."

Jiang's mother then remembered this matter and was about to speak when Jiang Zihan said, "Mom, sister-in-law, no need. Sister Wen said she would cover all our expenses for going abroad. Besides, I have some money on me."

Upon hearing that all expenses for going abroad would be covered, Jiang's father and the others were taken aback.

Jiang's mother said, "Your boss is so generous. He must be quite extraordinary."

If Wen Chan were a man, the Jiang family would have worried about whether she had any ulterior motives. Fortunately, she was a woman, young and beautiful, so apart from being surprised by Wen Chan's generosity, the Jiang family didn't have to think too much about it.

“Then you’d better be quick-witted. Didn’t you say your boss was going to have surgery? Take good care of him,” Jiang’s mother said. “Oh dear, I even had someone look for some folk remedies for heart disease to send to you, but I never expected him to be going abroad like this.”

"Mom, let's get down to business. Is there anything you need to buy for home appliances?" Jiang Zihan glanced at her watch and urged, "I'll bring it over later, but I don't know when I'll be back."

Jiang's mother looked at her daughter-in-law, who took the microphone and said, "Zihan, we have everything we need. Just do your job well and don't worry about these things."

Jiang Zihan felt much better and said a few words to her family before hanging up.

After this call, she didn't know when she could make another one. International calls are expensive, and even though Wen Chan offered to cover all the costs, Jiang Zihan felt embarrassed.

When Jiang Zihan told Wen Chan that he had already moved into his new home, Wen Chan said, "You moved in so quickly? Didn't you need to renovate?"

Jiang Zihan said, "My parents are frugal. They painted the walls white and laid tiles. My brother and sister-in-law just added one or two pieces of furniture. It didn't take much effort."

That's true. If we don't go to great lengths, there's not much need to wait for the formaldehyde to dissipate, mainly because people don't really have that concept right now.

Many people are short of housing; they're just grateful to have a place to live, so they don't have time to worry about anything else.

Wen Chan said, "My houses are still vacant. You've reminded me of that."

She picked up the phone and called Zhao Dan to ask how he was handling things in Shanghai.

Zhao Dan and Boss Ye are still looking at houses in Beijing. A couple of days ago, they bought a house in the Asian Games Village, saying they liked it because the area is frequented by social celebrities and big bosses.

I don't know where he/she has run off to again today.

"Hello." Zhao Dan's voice was a little muffled as she picked up the phone.

Wen Chan stood up, grabbed her mobile phone, and went outside to get a signal. After a lot of trouble, she was finally able to make a call. "Sister Zhao, where have you been? The signal is so bad!"

Zhao Dan chuckled, holding the mobile phone, and replied, "It's over at Fuxing Gate. What's up?"

"Why did you go over there?" Wen Chan laughed. "You two really want to travel all over Beijing?"

Fuxingmen and the courtyard were located to the west and east respectively. The area was very prosperous and had a subway line very early on. It was later known as the Financial Street.

Zhao Dan said, "Sister, your brother and I have our eye on this location. You mentioned before that areas with early subway development are worth investing in. We came here today to look at two or three courtyard houses. Your brother and I are thinking of giving you one, and we'll buy two more. We can renovate them together when we're done. What do you think?"

Wen Chan felt a warm glow in her heart, as if she were soaking in hot water.

Although she knew that he was being so thoughtful because he wanted to get closer to her, she was still touched.

"Sister, I was just about to talk to you about this. How are you and your husband planning to renovate our house in Shanghai? I'm thinking of keeping one big one for ourselves and doing some simple renovations on the other to rent out."

"Well, we need to discuss this. You wait here, your brother and I are going back. I heard you're going abroad for surgery, so this dinner tonight is a farewell meal for you."

Zhao Dan readily agreed.

Wen Chan called Chen Bozheng again and made plans to go out for dinner tonight.

They didn't invite anyone else tonight, just the two couples.

Finally, they agreed that Chen Bo would help find someone to renovate the courtyard house in Beijing, while Zhao Dan and her husband were too far away to take care of the one in Shanghai. In addition to looking at houses in Beijing, the couple had also been investigating the children's clothing market.

The couple spent several days wandering around Wangfujing. In Wangfujing, everything was more expensive than the last. A Pierre Cardin shirt or trousers could sell for a thousand or eight hundred yuan.

However, the couple discovered that most people are more willing to spend money on toys for their children, but reluctant to spend money on slightly more presentable clothes for themselves.

Like looking through a microscope, one can see the big picture from a small detail, which is enough to show that the children's clothing market has great potential.

Zhao Dan said, "Sis, you can't drink alcohol, so I'll drink it myself. Sis, if it weren't for your suggestion, my husband and I would never have thought we could make children's clothing."

"That's right. Back in our day, the best things in our homes were reserved for the adults. Kids these days are so lucky," said Mr. Ye, clicking his tongue. "Even in the toy stores around Wangfujing, a doll like that costs over a hundred yuan, and so many people buy it. If we were kids, we wouldn't even dare to mention it, let alone buy it."

“Things are valued because they are rare.” Chen Bozheng said, “Nowadays, most families only have one child, so they cherish them. No matter how hard life is, we can’t let our children suffer.”

“That’s true,” Boss Ye sighed, crossing his arms. “Our generation has really had a lot of bad luck. When we were sons, we got beaten by our fathers; now that we’re fathers, we get tricked by our kids. We’ve had all sorts of bad luck happen to us.”