Chapter 115 The 115th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 115 The 115th Day of Not Running Away...

What's going on?

When Tristan returned to the hotel, his face darkened as he looked at his subordinates.

His gaze fell on Alexander: "Didn't I tell you to investigate the Particle Foundation's activities? You said they left, but look what happened, they're still here, and they almost stole our opportunity today!"

Alexander and the others were speechless.

Mills said, "Greywright sent someone to inquire about this beforehand. He's a bit clumsy, so it's possible he overlooked something."

Tristan waved his hand impatiently and said, "I don't need your explanations. Go and find out which hotel they're staying at right now!"

“Yes!” Mills and the others quickly agreed.

"Judging from their expressions, they seem quite angry."

Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "Lunch is on me. Let's find the best restaurant and have some lobster and abalone."

Matt had just cheered when Wen Chan said, "It's too early to celebrate. We can only say that we're at the table now, and we haven't gotten the best cards yet."

Matt's cheers gradually subsided.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Chan glanced back while flipping through the documents and smiled, "Of course, there's no need to eat at the restaurant. We can get takeout or order delivery. Everyone has worked hard these past few days, and I won't refuse if the big boss wants to treat us!"

"That's fantastic!" Zalia clapped her hands excitedly. "Could we have a bottle of champagne?"

Wen Chan pointed at Zhang Yurong with her pen, "Don't ask me about this, ask our big boss."

Zhang Yurong laughed and said, "How can we enjoy such good food without champagne? Order two bottles, but everyone, don't get drunk. We still have to keep working after we've eaten our fill. Once we really secure this contract, I'll treat everyone to a trip to Paris, not just a meal when we get back!"

The crowd immediately cheered.

It turns out that as long as you have money, even in the most remote locations, upscale restaurants won't mind delivering your food.

Wen Chan ate lightly, ordering a side salad and a Spanish seafood paella. She couldn't drink alcohol, so she ordered orange juice. After quickly finishing her meal, she went to check the intelligence sent from various places that morning.

Zhang Yurong saw this and couldn't help but admire Wen Chan's willpower.

"Hello--"

Just as Wen Chan was sifting through a massive amount of messages, the phone rang.

She answered the phone, raised an eyebrow upon hearing the voice on the other end, glanced at the group still eating, made a gesture to Zhang Yurong, and went to the backyard.

The backyard is covered with fallen leaves. There is a North American red maple tree here. Red maple trees are beautiful, but the problem is that as soon as autumn comes, the leaves fall down and cover the ground.

Wen Chan and the others have been busy with work these days, and none of them have come to tidy up the backyard.

"It's me. It's noon where you are now, right? How's the situation?"

Chen Bo sat up straight and asked with concern.

Wen Chan rubbed her hair: "It's alright, the information you gave me was very useful."

"Didn't you manage to secure the cooperation directly?" Chen Bozheng could hear the implication in Wen Chan's words.

Wen Chan said, "It's not that easy. They came prepared, and after all, they are a large financial institution with far greater capabilities and connections than us. It's already quite an achievement to get Walmart to change its mind about us."

"This sounds like a complicated matter."

Chen Bozheng sighed, "I never imagined that giving money to someone would result in being evaluated."

Wen Chan chuckled, her feet crunching on the leaves, and casually patted the tree trunk. "What nonsense are you talking about? Anyone who isn't an idiot wouldn't accept investment from others so easily. Take your Langji Property, for example. Now that it's doing well and business is booming, if someone suddenly came up to you and offered to invest and take a share of the profits, would you be willing?"

Chen Bo thought about it and realized that he was really unwilling.

"You're right."

Wen Chan said, "This project is very rare, and its profit prospects are also very promising. As long as we can crack this nut, we won't have to worry about the performance of the Particle Fund for the next ten years. It's nothing to work hard for a while for this."

As she was speaking, Jiang Zihan ran out from the front and made a gesture to her.

Wen Chan understood and said to Chen Bozheng on the other end of the phone, "I have something to do, I'll hang up now. Take care and get some rest. Good night."

Chen Bozheng said goodnight before Wen Chan hung up the phone and walked towards Jiang Zihan, who was running over. "What happened?"

“This is bad news. Bilin called earlier and said that a group of unfamiliar faces came. When Bilin was serving them lunch at their restaurant today, he overheard that those people seemed to be planning to cooperate with Walmart as well.”

Jiang Zihan said breathlessly.

Wen Chan's expression changed slightly. She handed the mobile phone to Jiang Zihan and quickly walked forward.

In the living room, Zalia was on the phone with Bilin. When she saw Wenchan come over, she gestured to her, said something to Bilin on the other end of the line, and then handed the phone to Wenchan.

Wen Chan answered the phone: "Hello, Bilin."

Bilin's enthusiastic voice came through: "Hello, Ms. Wen, as soon as I heard about this news, I immediately asked the manager for leave to come and make this call to you."

Wen Chan understood that Bi Lin meant to ask for more money.

“I understand. As long as you explain the whole story clearly, we won’t treat you unfairly. You’ve already taken a lot of money from us, haven’t you?”

Bilin chuckled and said, "A lot? You must earn even more. I've heard that financial institutions like yours are very wealthy."

The greed in her voice was particularly evident.

The phone was played on speakerphone.

Zarya and Milin both frowned slightly.

Zhang Yurong gave Wen Chan a look, meaning that Wen Chan should calm her down first, since Bi Lin had not yet fully revealed the information.

"If you want to make big money, tell us all the information."

Wen Chan laughed and said, "Otherwise, I'll hang up the phone, and your intelligence will be paid $100."

As she spoke, she reached out and pressed the buttons on the phone.

Bilin's breathing was heavy on the other end of the phone.

Everyone could almost picture her holding the microphone, looking anxious and hesitant.

"In that case, I'll hang up. I'm willing to wait for news from others." After saying this, Wen Chan hung up the phone.

Everyone was taken aback. Just then, the phone rang again. Wen Chan deliberately waited five seconds before answering, "Hello."

"Wen, you've gone too far! I never said I wouldn't give you any information!"

Bilin's tone was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment.

Wen Chan said, "If you called to say this, then..."

"OK, OK, I can tell you which bank they belong to, what their license plate number is, and how much it's worth!"

Bilin got anxious and quickly got to the point.

"After confirming that everything is correct, $400."

Wen Chan said.

“$400 is too little!” Bilin protested. “It should be at least $600!”

Wen Chan replied directly, "300."

"300? Don't you want the intelligence anymore?!" Bilin choked in her anxiety, accidentally swallowing the gum in her mouth.

“If you keep haggling, it’ll be 200,” Wen Chan said. “Now it’s not you giving us a chance, it’s us giving you one. You know, there are quite a few people providing us with information. How do you know no one knows their identities?”

"300 it is, they're from Citibank, their license plate number is..."

Bilin huffed and puffed, then rattled off a string of numbers.

Wen Chan took notes and said, "Thank you for the reminder. Call me again if you have any news. We'll have someone deliver the money to you once we confirm it."

She hung up the phone and looked at the serious-looking group: "It seems unfortunate, we have another formidable enemy."

Citibank?!

Matt stared incredulously, eyes wide. "What are they doing here? Was that waiter lying?"

Wen Chan handed the license plate number to Darren: "Didn't that traffic cop leave his phone number? Call him and ask him to check who owns this license plate."

Darren nodded, took the phone, and went downstairs.

Wen Chan looked at the group of people who had no appetite and were staring at her. "We can only prepare for the worst. Bi Lin didn't even graduate from junior high school. She didn't even know what Goldman Sachs was before. How could she possibly mention Citibank? It's very likely that this is true news, and another financial giant has caught a whiff of blood and made its move."

First Goldman Sachs, then Citigroup.

Zalia couldn't help but swear, "It's such a small business, and these big organizations are shamelessly trying to steal it from us!"

If this collaboration had gone through, everyone's year-end bonuses alone would have been enough to buy a nice car.

But now, the situation is becoming increasingly confusing.

Darren went to make a phone call and came back with a strange expression on his face.

He said, "The license plate number belongs to one person, Philon Mars."

Philon Mars?!

This name is extremely common in the United States.

But once it gets involved with Citibank, it's easy to associate it with Zhang Yurong's stepbrother.

"It's him?!" Zhang Yurong's expression darkened slightly.

Darren said, "I've confirmed it, it is indeed named Mars, but it's also possible that it's just a coincidence of names."

"Wait a minute, I need to make a phone call," Zhang Yurong said to the others.

She took her mobile phone upstairs, clearly intending to call home and ask what had happened.

Zalia shrank back and whispered, "This situation is a bit complicated. Citibank has so many people, why send the Boss's brother? Could it be that they did it on purpose?"

Wen Chan didn't really care whether it was Philen Mars or not.

In her view, the outcome of the bet between Zhang Yurong and her stepmother had already been decided.

After a while, Zhang Yurong came down with a dark face, clutching her mobile phone tightly. She took a deep breath and said, "That's right, it's him! This time, he seems to be representing Citibank in the negotiations and has a lot of autonomy!"

"Wonderful!" Matt slapped his forehead, covering his face with his hands. "If we can actually secure this collaboration, it would be an absolute miracle!"

There are very few institutions on Wall Street that can compare to Goldman Sachs and Citigroup.

If these two giants fight, what chance do smaller organizations have? They'll be crushed to dust like powder.