Chapter 91 The Ninety-First Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 91 The Ninety-First Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-First Day of Not Running Away...

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Just listening to Chen Bozheng's words, Wen Chan felt that her eyes had been opened.

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "How could I joke about something like this? It's quite a coincidence. But in the end, it's not a big deal if we can find a suitable partner."

Wen Chan thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. That President Liang treats his god-sister very well, so he's not a bad person."

She answered the phone while looking at the quotes on her computer.

Soybean futures have been falling for several days. Although the drop hasn't been huge, the leverage means that margin is being lost every day.

The continuous appearance of red lines would have triggered a heart attack in most people by now.

Hearing the clicking of her mouse, Chen Bo asked with concern, "How are soybean futures doing right now?"

Wen Chan said, "It's fine."

"That's good, so you're making money?" Chen Bo asked rhetorically.

Wen Chan said, "No, not at all."

Upon hearing her words, Zhang Yurong, who had just knocked on the door, wore a look of bewilderment, and said softly, "May I come in?"

Wen Chan leaned back in her chair, looked towards the door, and said with a smile, "Come in."

She said into the phone, "Ms. Zhang is here. Would you like to say something to her?"

"Just give them my regards, I won't bother you anymore," Chen Bozheng said.

Wen Chan hung up the phone, smiled, and got up to accept the lunch that Zhang Yurong had brought. "Thank you so much. I'm in for a treat today."

Zhang Yurong said, "No need to thank me, I came here to escape the storm outside."

She put her bag on the table, helped to set out the lunch from the lunchbox, sighed, and said, "My relatives are such a nuisance. Every day someone comes to my door, urging me to clear out my soybean inventory, saying that if this continues, our Zhang family will be dragged down by this spendthrift daughter of mine and end up sleeping on the streets."

Wen Chan chuckled, "That's a bit of an exaggeration. With your family's wealth, Miss Zhang, even if the soybean deal fails, you wouldn't end up sleeping on the streets."

Zhang Yurong said, "Do you know why they're so concerned about the soybean issue?"

Wen Chan said, "Excellent stock price."

Zhang Yurong nodded and took out the Wall Street Journal. "It's down again today. The public seems to have little confidence in my future taking over the Zhang family business, especially after my father cashed out his stocks to support my trading in soybean futures."

Wen Chan glanced at it and saw that the Wall Street Journal's report was unusually harsh, almost calling Zhang Yurong a mere pretty face.

Wen Chan smiled and said, "You can look forward to the next report."

Zhang Yurong raised her delicately manicured eyebrows. "You mean they'll change their tune?"

Wen Chan glanced at the refreshing and delicious dishes. The chef was clearly from Zhejiang, as the dishes were all very sweet and light. "No, what I mean is that they will scold us even more harshly."

Zhang Yurong chuckled, crossing her arms, "Is it appropriate for you to tease your boss like that?"

Wen Chan shrugged and said, "We need to figure out why others are cursing you. If they're cursing you now, it's because they look down on you. If they're cursing you later, it's because they want to scare you away."

Zhang Yurong's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward. "What do you mean?"

Wen Chan took out an Illinois Asian newspaper and handed it to Zhang Yurong. "Yesterday's newspaper had a weather forecast that said there would be no rain for the next two weeks. The good news we've been waiting for is coming soon."

Zhang Yurong took the newspaper, and her eyes lit up when she glanced at the report.

Although she is not an agronomist, she has recently learned a lot about soybeans and knows that soybeans mature in June and July, and that a lack of rainfall will inevitably lead to a poor harvest.

As we all know, the market is determined by supply and demand; when supply is less than demand, prices will rise.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong exchanged a glance, both smiling.

The bidding period in Beijing is a bit rushed.

It happened in mid-June.

On the day this news was released, real estate companies throughout Beijing, whether state-owned, private, or foreign-invested, were extremely busy.

Chen Bozheng reacted quickly, having prepared all the necessary materials and verified the funds.

This is when Hua Lingfeng's connections came in handy.

Every now and then he would come and tell everyone some inside information, such as a company in Hong Kong that had its eye on that 13,000 square meter plot of land and intended to buy it to build office buildings.

Wang Jianquan asked curiously, "What is an office building?"

He crossed his arms and ate a steamed bun.

These guys were quite frugal. Even though they were staying in a hotel, they saved on food and drinks, trying to keep their meals as cheap as possible.

Hua Lingfeng said, "Brother-in-law, how come you don't know this? You're so out of touch!"

Wang Jianquan kicked Hua Lingfeng: "You brat, don't think I don't know, 'out' means backward and unsophisticated. I've already asked Chen Bozheng."

Hua Lingfeng chuckled and said, "It's not easy, brother-in-law, your brain has finally learned to study. You won't have to be afraid to hide next time you see a foreigner, right?"

Wang Jianquan blushed and said, "Who dodged? I was just being respectful to my foreign friends."

There was a downside to staying at the Beijing Hotel: you would often run into foreigners, who were very enthusiastic and would greet you with "hello" all the time. But Wang Jianquan was someone who joined the army right after graduating from high school, so he couldn't handle it.

"Seriously, what exactly is the purpose of office buildings?"

Wang Jianquan laughed and scolded.

Hua Lingfeng said, "It's a place for people to work. In foreign countries, they have dedicated spaces for offices, sometimes an entire building. Shenzhen has had that for a long time. Beijing still can't catch up with Shenzhen in this respect."

Because Hua Lingfeng had mentioned it, Wang Jianquan paid attention to the Hong Kong businessman on the day of the bidding. Sure enough, he had a very imposing manner, dressed in a sharp suit.

It turned out that Wang Jianquan and his group were not the only ones paying attention to the Hong Kong businessmen.

Many people around went up to greet him.

Someone asked the Hong Kong businessman, "Mr. Xu, I heard that you are determined to get that 13,000 square meter plot of land?"

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "I dare not say that I am determined to win, but I will give it my best."

Someone else asked, "So your group is very optimistic about Beijing's housing prices? Acquiring such a large piece of land must have cost a lot of money."

Mr. Xu laughed it off.

Actually, most of these questions are just empty talk.

Before bidding, you need to verify your funds.

If you're not determined to win, and don't have the ability to acquire this land, why bother making this trip?

The staff quickly invited everyone in and to sit down.

The first plot of land to be tendered was that two-thousand-square-meter plot. Hua Lingfeng glanced at it and saw that at least a dozen companies were bidding. When his eyes caught sight of someone, his pupils contracted, and he tugged at Liang Wenxuan next to him: "President Liang, do you think that's Hu Cheng over there?"

Liang Wenxuan looked over there and was stunned when he saw Hu Cheng, dressed in a bright red suit and looking extremely flamboyant, embracing an old lady with gray hair and looking very affectionate.

"Yes, it's him. What's he doing here?"

Wang Jianquan and Chen Bozheng both looked in that direction, and then they saw a scene that made them wonder if there was something wrong with their eyes.

Hu Cheng actually kissed the old lady on the cheek, and the old lady beamed with joy, patting his arm affectionately.

Needless to say, the old lady was clearly an overseas Chinese businesswoman, judging from her clothes and appearance. She was very fashionable, wearing eyeshadow and bright lipstick.

Although everyone knows that the social atmosphere is different abroad than in China, everyone also knows what the atmosphere is like when a woman and a man are having an affair. Even if foreigners kiss on the cheek, they won't hug or kiss each other in such an exaggerated way.

The cigarette that Wang Quanjian was holding fell to the ground.

He said to Liang Wenxuan, "No wonder my friend hasn't been able to find out that Hu Cheng is keeping a mistress these past few days. So that's why..."

It turns out that Hu Cheng was the one being kept.

"Wait a minute, he's holding the tender documents. Could he be trying to steal them from us too?"

Hua Lingfeng saw Hu Cheng approaching with the documents and immediately realized something was wrong.

Liang Wenxuan immediately led his men over and stood in front of Hu Cheng.

Hu Cheng was riding high, confident of victory. Although he noticed someone approaching, he ignored them until the person blocked his way. Only then did he raise his eyes and look at them. "Liang Wenxuan, it's you guys. What a coincidence."

"What coincidence? You're clearly here to steal our thunder!"

Liang Wenxuan suppressed his anger. If a fight broke out on an occasion like today, it would not only affect him, but also Langji Company.

Therefore, even if Liang Wenxuan felt disgusted and wanted to beat Hu Cheng up right now, he had to hold back.

Hu Cheng grinned and handed the documents to the staff member. "You can't say that. The other company said that any qualified and capable company can bid. Who are you? Do you think they said this land was pre-selected for you?"

"you!"

Liang Wenxuan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.

Chen Bozheng pulled him aside. Liang Wenxuan was still staring at Hu Cheng. After Hu Cheng went back, he said something to the old lady. The old lady laughed heartily and patted Hu Cheng's chest affectionately.

"Mr. Liang, why are you so excited?" Chen Bo stared at Liang Wenxuan: "Does it mean that Hu Cheng has a high probability of winning the bid?"

Liang Wenxuan unbuttoned his suit jacket, put his hands on his hips, and took a few deep breaths. "The day you came, I told Hu Cheng how much capital you had."

Chen Bo immediately became alert.

The biggest taboo in bidding is letting others know how much money you have, which means the other party can take advantage of you.

Liang Wenxuan said, “Originally, I didn’t take him seriously at all. I knew how much money he had, at most 700,000. But the old lady next to him, I know her. She’s a Chinese businesswoman who returned from Malaysia. Her husband was a real estate tycoon there. He died suddenly a few years ago. Now the old lady is managing that company. She’s rich and willing to spend money. She’s spent millions just on buying a courtyard house in Beijing.”

This can be described as the worst of the worst.

Hu Cheng himself is not a problem, but if he hooks up with a rich woman who is willing to spend money on him, then he will be in big trouble.

"How about we add some more money?"

Hua Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "If all else fails, I'll swallow my pride and beg them."

He said he was going to find someone.

Chen Bo and Wang Jianquan quickly grabbed him, saying, "No."

Hua Lingfeng said, "Why not? How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"

Wang Jianquan looked at Chen Bozheng, who lowered his voice and said, "Look at that Hu Cheng, he's been staring at us the whole time. That guy is obviously not a respectable person. If we dare to ask someone for help, can you guarantee he won't expose this? Besides, in a place like this today, with so many people, who doesn't have some powerful connections? Mr. Xu even has the Mayor of Beijing talking to him. If we mess this up, we'll lose more than just a piece of land; we'll lose our future careers."

Wang Jianquan nodded repeatedly.

He gave Chen Bozheng a grateful look.

Chen Bozheng said everything he had thought of and hadn't thought of.

On an occasion like today, the organizations present are all quite prestigious. In the future, when I'm working in Beijing, I'll inevitably have to deal with them. If people think that the people from Langji are unreliable, then the loss would be significant.