Chapter 97 The Ninety-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 97 The Ninety-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

Goldman Sachs felt it was very sincere today and offered a total of $60 million.

This money includes soybean futures and compensation from the betting agreement.

With his arms crossed, Gerry sat opposite him, looked around at the crowd of people listening to the cicadas, and said, "I think this price is very fair. I believe that with this performance, your Particle Fund is good enough to enjoy a certain reputation on Wall Street."

Zhang Yurong smiled slightly and remained silent.

Darren, on the other hand, was very excited.

Although he wasn't the one running the operation, they were still responsible for the execution, so he could benefit from it.

But he couldn't make the decision himself.

Everyone looked at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan was wearing a white suit. White is a very selective color; it would be a disaster for most people. But she was slender with delicate features, and wearing this outfit gave her an ethereal air.

However, it would have been even more appropriate if she weren't slowly flipping through the contract in such a languid manner.

"Too few."

Veins bulged on Gerry's forehead. "Sixty million, that's not a small amount, is it? If it's not enough, we can discuss it. I'll add another two million."

Wen Chan looked away from the contract and at Gerry, “Mr. Gerry, our requirement is one hundred million.”

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Gerry immediately refused.

The men he brought also looked angry, and said aggressively, "You're asking for an exorbitant amount! Your futures contracts are only worth a few million, they're not worth that much at all!"

Wen Chan shrugged: "We know, but we signed a betting agreement back then. We used to pay you at least several million US dollars every day. Even our small Particle Fund didn't back down back then. You Goldman Sachs and other big institutions are so powerful. If things really don't work out, we can keep dragging it out. I also want to see how high soybean futures can go. You know, tulips rose really dramatically back then."

Gerry pressed his hands on the table, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like tree roots, and said in a loud voice, "But the tulip mania eventually collapsed!"

Wen Chan nodded, still unhurried and exasperating, "You're right, but this myth lasted for at least a year."

She held up one finger. "The current situation is that if soybean futures rise by $1 every day, you will have to compensate us at least ten million. If it rises to thirty dollars, then the amount you have to compensate will be an astronomical figure."

Zhang Yurong quietly did some mental calculations.

Her breath hitched, her heart pounded wildly, and she stammered, "Then how about we don't..."

"etc!"

When Gerry heard her speak, he panicked and quickly told her to stop.

He stared intently at Wen Chan for a long while, then took a few deep breaths.

Wen Chan wasn't in a hurry. "We can wait. You can think it over carefully yourselves."

Gerry and the others leaned back, and the group began to discuss the matter.

Wen Chan took pity on them and let them have their own meeting room to discuss things at their leisure, while she went outside for some fresh air.

Zhang Yurong caught up and pulled Wen Chan to the tea room, whispering, "If we can really earn 30 US dollars, why would we sell? That's a lot of money! We could get at least a billion dollars back!"

Wen Chan grabbed a bottle of mineral water for herself, looked around to make sure no one was outside, and then said, "That's impossible."

She took a sip of water and, seeing Zhang Yurong staring at her blankly, kindly explained, "Soybean futures are currently rising because of reduced production in some regions, plus the bastards on Wall Street are fueling the fire. But there isn't much room for further price increases. The US relies heavily on soybean exports, and they won't let soybean prices continue to rise, as that would be detrimental to exports."

Ultimately, the rise and fall of futures prices still depends on the actual situation of the physical commodity.

Zhang Yurong was familiar with these matters and understood immediately upon hearing them.

She slapped her forehead, exclaiming in frustration, "So, does that mean soybean futures will plummet soon?"

Wen Chan pursed her lips, nodded, and smiled.

"If Goldman Sachs doesn't come looking for me, I'm planning to gradually exit my positions at the high point and terminate the contract with them. However, they haven't thought of that yet, so let's make a killing on them!"

Zhang Yurong clapped and cheered.

About half an hour later.

Wen Chan and the others then returned to their office.

From the outset, Gerry's tone was quite impolite. He reminded her, "Soybean prices cannot replicate the tulip mania. You don't need to threaten me with this. Besides, if you want to take such a large sum of money from us, aren't you afraid of offending Goldman Sachs? Ms. Wen, this is America, not China."

The people of Geli are truly worthy of being called Anssa people; they have lived up to Wenchan's expectations.

These words were spoken subtly, but in reality, they were a threat that Goldman Sachs might turn its back on them.

This is not impossible. These large institutions have the strongest legal departments in the United States and have intricate relationships with New York State officials, giving them various means to break contracts.

Wen Chan looked at Zhang Yurong.

Without waiting for Wen Chan to say anything more, Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "Mr. Gerry, of course I know that your institutions are very powerful and extraordinary, but our Particle Fund is not to be underestimated either. One of our shareholders is Mr. Wilson of the Morgan family. This deal is not something we Chinese people can do alone..."

Zhang Yurong's words were quite meaningful.

Gerry's expression changed, and he exchanged a glance with the secretary next to him.

They clearly hadn't expected the Particle Foundation to be so thoughtful.

“Wilson Morgan?!” Gerry couldn’t help but ask, leaning forward and staring intently at Zhang Yurong and Wen Chan with his blue eyes.

Without saying anything else, Zhang Yurong wrote down a phone number and handed it to Gerry, saying, "This is Uncle Wilson's phone number. You can call him and have a chat."

Darren and Matt were stunned when they saw the phone.

The two exchanged a glance.

If it were the two of them, they would probably back down at this point.

But to their surprise, Gerry actually picked up the phone and made the call. After confirming that it was indeed the New York State legislator on the other end, his expression changed completely, from a confrontational and hostile attitude to a beaming smile.

"May, your fund has Wilson as a shareholder, why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Zhang Yurong looked completely innocent: "I didn't know that Uncle Wilson would be needed at this time."

This woman is a complete liar!

Gerry cursed inwardly.

If we hadn't already guessed they would pull this stunt.

Why did they need to enlist Wilson Morgan?

“The Morgan family also owns shares in Goldman Sachs. We’re all on the same side. How about we each compromise a little…”

Gerry changed his tune.

But this also means that he is at a disadvantage in the negotiations.

Without more connections or ability to restrain the Particle Foundation, and with others needing their help, Gerry and his team's negotiations can be described as a series of setbacks.

The negotiations dragged on for three or four hours, and the final figure was even reduced to single digits.

Goldman Sachs and other institutions repurchased Particle Fund's soybean futures and contracts for US$803.26 million.

The two people had different expressions when they signed the contract.

Wen Chan's face was beaming with joy, while Ge Li and the others couldn't even manage a smile.

“Mr. Gerry, it’s rare that our first collaboration went so smoothly. How about I treat you to dinner tonight at a restaurant?”

Zhang Yurong said with a smile.

Gerry couldn't manage a smile; his face was dark. He forced a polite reply, "No need, we have to get back to the company."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Yurong smiled and instructed Darren to go downstairs and see them off.

After Gerry and the others left, Zhang Yurong turned to look at everyone, flicked the contract in her hand, and said, "Eighty million! Everyone will get triple pay this month!"

"Long live the boss!"

Matt and the others couldn't help but cheer.

Zhang Yurong even wrote a check for Matt and his group tonight for a group dinner.

A check for ten thousand dollars would be enough for Matt and his friends to dine at the best restaurant in town tonight and book a presidential suite at the best hotel for a night of lavish spending.

"This is for you."

Zhang Yurong handed Wen Chan a check for one million dollars and winked at her, saying, "The rest will probably be deposited into your account at the end of the year. If you need to avoid taxes, I can recommend my tax advisor to you."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Wen Chan took the check and smiled slightly.

The U.S. tax law is notoriously complex, and even elite talents on Wall Street rarely understand it. Without hiring professionals to handle it, they're just waiting for the FBI to come knocking on their door.

The news that Particle Fund had earned over 80 million from major institutions like Goldman Sachs quickly spread across Wall Street.

This is undoubtedly big news.

It's important to understand that, from the past to the present, very few people have ever been able to make money with big names like Goldman Sachs, let alone such a large sum.

Of course, what is even more noteworthy is that just a few days after the deal was reached, Illinois Asia announced that it would use rain bombs to create artificial rain to protect soybean production.

As soon as this news broke, soybean futures, which had been soaring, plummeted like Louis XVI after his head was chopped off.

Goldman Sachs and other institutions can be said to have suffered a double loss.

"This is my uncle; he is a professor of agriculture at Harvard."

The Zhang family held a family banquet, and relatives and friends all came.

Zhang Yurong invited Wen Chan, Jiang Zihan, and others over, and introduced Wen Chan to her relatives and friends one by one.

"This must be Miss Wen. I've heard so much about you. You're even younger, more beautiful, and more capable than the rumors suggest." Shen Siwei smiled and extended his hand to shake hands with Wen Chan.

Wen Chan smiled politely.

Zhang Yurong introduced a number of people, and Zhang Zhaolin waved to her, signaling her to bring Wen Chan over.

When Zhang Yurong saw that her father's family and her uncle's family were also there, she hesitated.

Wen Chan said, "Let's go, we can't give ourselves away."

Zhang Yurong took a deep breath. If she hadn't been so angry with her uncle's family before tonight's banquet, after all, some time had passed, and it would have been difficult to stay angry about one thing. But before she came, she had heard from her younger cousin that her aunt had secretly told a newspaper reporter that she was a spendthrift and that her father was now confused and that Zhuoyue would go bankrupt sooner or later.

These negative news stories caused Excellence Property's stock price to plummet in recent days, with many shareholders even choosing to cash out and leave the market.