Chapter 88 The Eighty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The Eighty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 88 The Eighty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The Eighty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away...

"dad."

After knocking on the door and receiving a "come in," Zhang Yurong pushed the door open and entered the study.

As expected, she saw the bodyguard sitting in a corner of the study. After glancing at the bodyguard, Zhang Yurong's gaze fell on her father.

She walked towards her father: "Dad, how are you feeling today?"

Zhang Zhaolin grasped her hand and patted it: "Good, very good. Why are you back? Didn't you say that Miss Wen was going to have a meeting at the hospital this afternoon?"

He joked, "That's pretty hard work on Wall Street, rushing back to work right after surgery."

Zhang Yurong smiled and sat down. "I asked her, and she said she was feeling alright, so I agreed. Wen Chan is someone I can't quite understand, but she's very intelligent. I won't be foolish enough to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

“That’s good,” Zhang Zhaolin said, trying to light a cigarette, but Zhang Yurong stopped him. He glanced at Zhang Yurong helplessly and withdrew his hand. “You came to see me as soon as you got back. She must have something she wants you to do.”

Zhang Yurong smiled broadly, "No wonder the Chinese say that old ginger is spicier. Dad, your eyesight is really amazing. You guessed it even without me saying it. To be honest, I have two favors to ask of you. You have to help us. If this deal goes through, we can earn hundreds of millions of US dollars."

Zhang Zhaolin became interested. "What kind of help?"

Zhang Yurong took out the prepared documents and handed them to Zhang Zhaolin: "The first thing is that you need to help me contact the Rosefield family or the Morgan family. The second thing is that I need your help of fifty million US dollars."

Fifty million US dollars?

Even the bodyguards in the corner couldn't help but look up from behind their newspapers, glance at Zhang Yurong, and then lower their heads again.

Fifty million US dollars is no small sum, especially in cash.

"Cash is required?" Zhang Zhaolin raised an eyebrow and asked.

Zhang Yurong nodded: "That's right. Actually, I was a little puzzled as to why we couldn't use real estate as collateral, but Wen Chan insisted, so I had no choice but to comply."

Zhang Zhaolin fell into thought. "She asked you for cash?"

Zhang Yurong nodded again. If it weren't for the fact that the funds would never pass through Wen Chan's hands from beginning to end, Zhang Yurong would have suspected that she might be planning to donate the money and run away.

However, Wen Chan had already made arrangements. The funds were directly transferred to the Particle Fund, managed by Matt Daren and others. She herself was only responsible for issuing orders. She wouldn't even get a glimpse of the funds, let alone receive them.

Zhang Zhaolin nodded. “I understand. Don’t worry, I will transfer the funds to the fund’s account in a week. As for the person to contact, Dad happens to be very familiar with Wilson of the Morgan family. He will definitely not mind giving me face and letting you use his name. However, Wilson has a big appetite. You can’t buy his name without ten million.”

Zhang Yurong didn't understand at first why an old money family had to be involved in this deal, especially since Wen Chan had specified that it could only be either the Rothsfield family or the Morgan family.

But on the way back, she quietly pondered it in the car and figured it out.

If things really go as smoothly as Wen Chan said, then the main source of their profits this time will be robbing money from various financial institutions and banks.

It's already dangerous to compete with these vultures on Wall Street for a piece of the pie, let alone the fact that they're not just competing for the pie, they're taking it from them.

People might tolerate having a piece or two dug up, but if you try to cut off their arms or legs, it's obvious that financial institutions and banks will absolutely not let it go.

Their weakness is that the Zhang family is of Chinese descent and their political background is not strong enough. Therefore, they must bring in an old money family in advance, and this old money family must have a certain background and power in Wall Street and politics, in order to ensure that those people will be willing to return the money obediently!

Ten million US dollars is a huge sum of money.

But this money cannot be withheld.

If you don't give it to them, others can also refuse to give it to them.

After pondering it over, Zhang Yurong felt even more that she couldn't see through Wen Chan.

Such sophistication and foresight are not at all what one would expect from someone who came from China and has never seen much of the world.

Zhang Zhaolin helped by contacting Wilson.

The other party readily agreed, and as Zhang Zhaolin had predicted, they demanded ten million US dollars, and insisted that the money be transferred to an offshore company.

Everything went smoothly; Darren Matt and his associates bought all the soybean futures contracts on the Chicago Board of Trade, with full margin.

When they did this, everyone at CBOT thought they were crazy.

Darren's hands were trembling as he held the safe containing the contracts in his arms. This type of safe was the same one used by the White House to store classified documents. It could be said that unless the 22-digit password and the matching fingerprints were known, even the most skilled locksmith would not be able to open the lock on this safe.

“Matt, I think we’ve all gone mad.” Darren’s lips trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. He said to Matt, “If things don’t turn out the way that woman predicted, we’ll have absolutely no place on Wall Street. My name, your name, and all of our names will become the biggest joke on Wall Street for the next fifty years!”

Matt appeared calm, but in reality, his bespoke suit was almost completely soaked with sweat while he was signing autographs.

He lit a cigarette: "On the bright side, if what that woman said is true, we can each earn at least a million-dollar bonus from this deal!"

Soybean futures emptied Zhang Yurong's pockets, even Wen Chan's $100,000 check was wiped out.

However, the amount of money needed to gamble against financial institutions is far more than just a few million US dollars.

"Yu Rong, are you aware that your father has recently been selling his shares in Excellence Properties?"

Just as Zhang Yurong was considering whether to pawn some of her jewelry, her aunt called.

This phone call startled and surprised Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong said, "Aunt, you're not joking with me, are you? How could Dad possibly give up his shares?"

Zhang Zhaolin holds 38.4% of the shares in Zhuoyue Property, which is the largest share in the company. Other shareholders include relatives of the Zhang family and friends of the company's management.

Over the years, the stock price of Excellence Property Management has remained very stable. Even at its peak, Zhang Zhaolin never considered selling his shares to cash out.

"It's true. We're on our way to your house now. Yu Rong, you'd better come over too."

My aunt hung up the phone abruptly after saying that.

Before Zhang Yurong could even speak, she heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone.

Seeing Zhang Yurong's changing expression, Mi Lin asked with concern, "Miss Zhang, are you alright? Should we put these jewelry away?"

"Leave it for now. Call the bank and tell them not to come to my house yet. I'm going to change my clothes, and then we'll go back to my house."

Zhang Yurong snapped out of her daze, no longer caring about mortgaging her jewelry. What mattered now was going home to see if her father's claim of selling shares was true or false.

She had some suspicions in her mind.

Could her be the reason my father sold his shares?

When she arrived home, just as she reached the front door, Zhang Yurong heard arguing coming from the living room.

Zhang Zhaozhong's voice was as loud as a drum, aggressive and menacing; his aunt's voice was high-pitched and shrill; and Susan's voice was cold and arrogant.

"Miss, you're finally back." The housekeeper, Meilin, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhang Yurong return.

These servants dared not get involved in the Zhang family's domestic affairs.

"Yu Rong, you're back just in time. Ask your father why he wants to sell the shares. Even if he does, couldn't he at least inform us, his own people, before selling them to us?"

Zhang Zhaozhong was so angry that his chest heaved, his face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Zhang Yurong looked somewhat embarrassed.

Susan said sarcastically, "You Zhang family members are really good at framing people. This time, Zhang's decision has nothing to do with me."

In fact, Susan herself only found out recently, and she was furious.

Zhang Yurong said, "Stop arguing. Dad should be doing this for my sake regarding the shares."

Zhang Zhaozhong and his wife, along with Susan, were all stunned.

Previously, they could justify pointing fingers and cursing at each other.

However, if Zhang Zhaolin sold his shares for Zhang Yurong's sake, then they wouldn't have much reason to question it.

After all, Zhang Yurong was Zhang Zhaolin's only daughter.

Even so, Zhang Zhaozhong was still dissatisfied: "Yu Rong, you're confused. Why do you want your father to sell the shares? Don't you know that these shares are the foundation of our family? If you're short of money, you can borrow from all of us!"

Zhang Yurong was speechless; she didn't know either.

“You don’t need to ask her about this. I made this decision myself,” Zhang Zhaolin said calmly. “I have already sold the shares to Jason and Furen respectively. The contracts are signed and the money has been transferred. There’s nothing more to say.”

Jason and Fullon are among the company's senior executives.

Not getting along well with the Zhang family, Zhang Zhaozhong's expression changed. He wanted to reprimand Zhang Zhaolin, but seeing Zhang Zhaolin's appearance, it was clear that no matter what he said, Zhang Zhaolin would not listen. So he could only point at him and say, "You're really crazy. I think you'll ruin Zhuoyue Property sooner or later!"

“Excellent resources are not so easily destroyed.”

Zhang Zhaolin raised his eyelids, his yellowish skin showing obvious age spots. "Jason and Furen are veterans who have been with the company since its inception. I believe they won't ruin it."

"But what about the Zhang family's say?"

Zhang Zhaozhong didn't want to lose his temper, but when he met Zhang Zhaolin's seemingly all-knowing and calm gaze, he couldn't help but explode with anger: "Don't you know that they have always looked down on the younger generation of our Zhang family working in the company?"

"I believe Jason Fullon and his group are not the kind of people who act recklessly."

Zhang Zhaolin spoke calmly, remaining unmoved even when Zhang Zhaozhong's spittle landed on his face.

"You, you, you're really something!"

Zhang Zhaozhong left in a fit of rage with his wife.

As he walked past Zhang Yurong, Zhang Zhaozhong said, "Yurong, your uncle has something to tell you: your father has completely gone mad!"