Chapter 89 The Eighty-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Eighty-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

Chapter 89 The Eighty-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Eighty-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

"dad……"

Zhang Yurong looked at her father, unsure of what to say.

Susan crossed her arms and said with a sneer, "You all say I cheated Zhang out of his money, but how good are you yourselves?"

“Susan.” Zhang Zhaolin glanced at Susan, his eyes carrying a warning.

Susan curled her lips in dissatisfaction and turned to leave.

Zhang Yurong accompanied her father back to his study, her mind full of questions.

After Zhang Zhaolin sat down, he looked at Zhang Yurong and asked, "What, are you regretting it too?"

Zhang Yurong twisted her hands together, biting her lower lip, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. "Dad, is it really worth selling the shares for this investment?"

Zhang Zhaolin coughed and covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhang Yurong hurried over to pat his back.

After a while, Zhang Zhaolin said, "Yu Rong, what did your father teach you from a young age? Once you've made a choice, don't go back on it. Don't hesitate back and forth."

“But Zhuoyue Property is the foundation of our Zhang family,” Zhang Yurong couldn’t help but say. “Haven’t you always refused to sell your shares no matter what? You didn’t sell when the stock price was at its highest. Is it appropriate to sell now?”

Zhang Zhaolin said, "When is the right time? It's not about when the stock price is at its highest, but when people need it. You're still too young. Don't worry about the money. I sold 70 million shares at 8% each, that should be enough."

Zhang Yurong felt a heavy weight in her heart.

She felt that she couldn't understand her father's arrangements, and she wanted to ask Wen Chan, but for some reason, she felt that Wen Chan wouldn't tell her.

Wall Street has been making headlines lately, and Particle Fund, a previously little-known private equity fund, has suddenly become the focus of attention.

The reasons are nothing more than two things: one is the matter of the Zhang family patriarch cashing out his stocks, and the other is the bet between Particle Fund and Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, and Merrill Lynch.

Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, and Merrill Lynch are all renowned financial giants on Wall Street.

The Particle Fund is quite inconspicuous on Wall Street; in fact, it could be said that if it weren't for the Zhang family's investment, no one would have noticed such a small fund.

But now, the little ant actually dares to take on an elephant one-on-one.

This is simply like throwing an egg against a rock!

"Have you heard? The Particle Fund put up tens of millions of dollars in margin to bet against Goldman Sachs."

"I heard it was one hundred million?"

"It's not just one hundred million; I heard the entire Zhang family has put up a guarantee!"

Rumors spread like wildfire, flying from one person's mouth to another's ear, and then being embellished again when they finally emerge.

The Wall Street Journal prominently featured this deal on its front page that day.

Zhang Yurong brought the newspaper to Wen Chan and said, "We can now say that we've made a name for ourselves on Wall Street."

Wen Chan thanked her, took the newspaper, and glanced at Zhang Yurong: "Why do I feel that there is a hint of resentment in what you said?"

Zhang Yurong covered her face and sat down. "Everyone thinks my dad and I are crazy about the stock market. Of course, it's mainly my dad who's crazy. I'm a pampered young lady, innocent and naive, and I don't know anything about the world."

For the first time, Zhang Yurong was quite unladylike, immediately taking off her watch and shoes, and lying down on the sofa.

She was wearing a Chanel black knit suit, her arms crossed over her chest; looking at her, one might mistake her for being dead.

"If this investment fails, I have no doubt that Hollywood will make a movie about a rich girl who squanders her money next year."

"Cough cough cough."

Wen Chan had just taken the juice from Jiang Zihan and taken a sip when she heard Zhang Yurong's words.

She nearly choked, coughed a few times, wiped her mouth with a tissue, put down the cup, looked at the soaking wet newspaper in front of her, and simply crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to her. "A self-inflicted injury ploy?"

Zhang Yurong propped herself up on the sofa and sat up, staring at Wen Chan.

"I'm serious."

Wen Chan nodded: "Then you can ask them for copyright fees, at least you can recoup some of your costs."

Zhang Yurong: "..."

What kind of people are these?

She let out a breath, thanked Jiang Zihan, took a sip of her coffee, and said, "You're smarter than my investment advisors, but you're also more difficult to deal with."

"Congratulations, you've learned to face reality."

Wen Chan clapped a few times with great ceremony, saying, "I'm really happy for you."

Zhang Yurong was both angry and amused. She punched the pillow next to her a few times and said, "Seriously, how confident are you?"

Wen Chan said, "One hundred percent."

Zhang Yurong: "...Are you kidding me?"

Wen Chan was flipping through a copy of Das Kapital when she heard this. She glanced at her sideways and said, “Ms. Zhang, what exactly do you want? If you really can’t handle the shock, or if you’re feeling nervous, I have a suggestion for you: go to the hospital and don’t worry about anything else. Wait until things settle down, and then wait for someone to contact you.”

Looking at her gradually rosy complexion, Zhang Yurong paused for a moment before saying, "Sometimes I really don't know which of us just had surgery. How can you not be nervous?"

Wen Chan was too lazy to pay attention to her.

She realized that Zhang Yurong was anxious and wanted someone to listen to her.

As expected, Zhang Yurong talked nonsense all afternoon, and in the end she actually checked into a hospital room, but left the next day.

She sent a message to Wen Chan, saying that the Particle Fund would give her a 10% stake.

This stock option is different from the previously agreed-upon profit sharing, but it's clear that the stock option is more profitable.

When Wen Chan found out, she smiled.

Miss Zhang is quite cunning.

"Those state-owned real estate developers look down on us."

Wang Jianquan had been running around for several days, and when he returned, he brought bad news.

Chen Bo poured him a glass of water. "Is there really no opportunity for cooperation?"

Wang Jianquan smiled wryly: "Those state-owned enterprises don't lack money. If they really want to acquire the land, even if they don't have the money themselves, they can borrow from other state-owned enterprises. If we had more capital, we might still have a chance, but as soon as they heard that our capital was only 500,000, they immediately ignored me."

Wang Jianquan used to work as a contractor and had dealings with state-owned enterprise employees in Beijing. Because he was a retired soldier, he also had comrades-in-arms who helped him in this area.

However, when people say no, it's no.

Of course, some people suggested they could use the Hua family's name, but Wang Jianquan wasn't that kind of person and was even less willing to do such a thing.

"Then this matter is in jeopardy." Hua Lingfeng reeked of alcohol, the smell of which was pungent.

Wang Quanquan glanced at him and frowned, saying, "Xiao Hua, why do you smell like alcohol all day?"

Chen Bo hurriedly explained, "Brother Wang, Xiao Hua had no choice but to go out for a social engagement. The owner of a steel mill in Tianjin is coming to Beijing today. Xiao Hua's friend called him at the last minute, and he told me before he went to find someone to get acquainted with."

When Wang Quan heard that this was the case, he was no longer angry. He also knew that business could not be discussed without a drinking party.

Especially with strangers, who don't know each other at all, how can they have a conversation if they haven't been drinking?

"Brother-in-law, I really went all out today. I drank two bottles of liquor with someone, and the steel mill manager agreed that if we want anything, we can just give him a call and he'll arrange it for us right away."

Hua Lingfeng said.

Wang Jianquan said, "Then I also have some good news."

Um?

Chen Bozheng and Hua Lingfeng both looked at Wang Jianquan in surprise.

Wang Jianquan said with a smile, "Isn't it a coincidence? I ran into Mr. Liang from Wanxing on my way back. When Mr. Liang heard me talking about this, he was very interested and said he would like to have a good chat with me tonight."

Hua Lingfeng immediately sat up straight, overjoyed: "Really?"

“It’s the real deal!” Wang Jianquan said. “You should go take a shower and wash off the smell of alcohol. Don’t let people think we came out of a garbage dump.”

Hua Lingfeng rolled his eyes at him, but considering the good news, he didn't get angry and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Seeing this, Wang Quan secretly slipped to Chen Bozheng's side and pointed in the direction of the toilet, "Did Xiao Hua really go to socialize with someone?"

Chen Bozheng nodded: "How could this be fake?"

"That's good." Wang Jianquan patted his chest and said, "You don't know, this time, his sister and my wife repeatedly told me to keep an eye on Hua Lingfeng and not to let him do anything reckless."

Chen Bo smiled and offered no comment on their family affairs.

Wang Quanjian also knew his temper. "Actually, I think Xiaohua is pretty good. Although he's a bit of a slacker, he's quite sensible."

"Brother-in-law, what are you saying about me?"

"Inside the restroom," Hua Lingfeng asked loudly.

Wang Jianquan was startled and winked at Chen Bozheng, "Who said anything about you? You're dreaming. Hurry up and wash. Wanxing is in Fengtai District, which is a bit out of the way. We have to drive there."

"Why do we have to drive there?" Hua Lingfeng said, "Can't we just let them come to the city center? What's fun in Fengtai District? There's nothing there."

Wang Jianquan laughed, "Rent is cheap in Fengtai District? Are you stupid? Do you think everyone is like us, willing to book a hotel room?"

That's true.

This hotel room costs several hundred yuan a day, which is equivalent to two months' rent in Fengtai District.

Hua Lingfeng pursed his lips but didn't protest any further.

The car they drove over was a white Santana, which Hua Lingfeng borrowed from a friend for free.

Chen Bo brought his mobile phone with him, so he could call and ask for directions if he got lost.

"This is it, stop, stop, pull over."

Wang Jianquan pointed to the small, dilapidated courtyard house next to him and said.

The Santana stopped at the side of the street. The three of them got out of the car and walked over. Before they even entered the building, they bumped into a middle-aged man who was hurrying out of the building.

The man walked very fast, seemingly angry, and didn't look back.

Wang Jianquan, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized Liang Wenxuan. Just as he was about to call him "General Manager Liang," he heard an angry shout: "Liang Wenxuan, you shameless bastard! How dare you bring up my taking kickbacks? I don't believe you're so clean. Everyone knows how many shameless things you've done. Back when you were penniless, you stole cornbread from people's homes, and I reported you. But now you're turning around and biting me. No wonder people say, 'A thief's bite goes deep into the bone.'"