Chapter 165 The 165th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 165 The 165th Day of Not Running Away...

Jiang Changwen's wife also knelt down.

Jiang Zihan was utterly disgusted by what she saw.

She shook off his hand and said bluntly, "If you want to kneel, then kneel. But let me remind you, there aren't many people living in this building now, and my family doesn't know many people either. If you think you can make my family help you out of face, then you've miscalculated!"

Jiang Changwen and his wife's expressions changed.

Jiang Changwen looked at his father and said, "Brother, I apologized to you then, but this time our family is truly desperate. We used all our last 10,000 yuan to buy subscription certificates, and now we can't even sell them. If this money goes down the drain, our family is finished."

Mr. Jiang sat in the chair, rubbing his trousers with his hands, and looked at Jiang Zihan with a troubled expression.

Jiang Zihan turned her head away indifferently.

Jiang Changwen panicked and kowtowed to the ground, pleading, "I beg you, I beg you. This is the last time."

"Hey, what are you doing!" Jiang's mother was startled.

Who would use this trick?

Mr. Jiang hurriedly came over and pulled Jiang Changwen up. Seeing the situation, Jiang Zihan realized that Jiang Changwen and his family were determined to sell to her. She quickly thought of a solution and said, "I'll buy it, but I'll only pay eight thousand yuan. Also, you have to make it clear that the money and goods are exchanged on the spot and there's no going back."

"Okay, eight thousand yuan it is!"

Jiang Changwen immediately agreed and gestured for his wife to produce the subscription certificate.

His wife took out a stack of subscription certificates from her handbag and placed them on the table with a big smile on her face.

Jiang Zihan's family then realized that they had come prepared.

Jiang Zihan was too lazy to say anything more to them. She went into her bedroom, took out the money, had them write a receipt, and then sent them away.

Jiang Changwen and his wife walked face to face with Jiang Zixiao and his wife.

Jiang Zihan's sister-in-law, Hou Qian, looked back at the direction they had gone. As soon as she entered the house, she asked Jiang's mother, "Mom, what brings Uncle and his family here?"

Mrs. Jiang was in a bad mood. She glared at Mr. Jiang and said, "Isn't this all your father's doing? He leaked information to others, saying he was going to help them make a fortune. But now that the subscription certificates aren't selling, they've come to my sister to take over. Do we owe them anything?!"

When it came to subscription certificates, Hou Qian perked up.

She looked at Jiang Zihan and said, "Little sister, can those subscription certificates really make you rich? Right now, everyone in the market is saying they're going to fail!"

Jiang Zixiao also said, "Yes, when I went to fix the water and electricity for those foreigners this morning, they all asked if the atmosphere in our country was about to change. They were all quite nervous."

Jiang Zihan said confidently, "You don't need to worry. Think about it, the fact that the higher-ups dare to issue stock subscription certificates shows that they definitely have the courage. So what if the market is pessimistic? When the stock market was sluggish before, there were also many pessimists, but later when it rebounded, they all changed their tune. If you ask me, there is no need to worry."

Jiang Zihan is now the pillar of her family.

Everyone believed her opinion, and upon hearing her say this, Jiang's mother immediately went from anger to joy, "So, does that mean that bastard Jiang Changwen lost money by selling you the subscription certificate?"

Jiang Zihan feigned confidence: "Does that even need to be said, Mom? At least we won't lose money. We got the subscription certificate for 10,000 yuan for only 8,000 yuan, so we've made at least 2,000 yuan."

"Oh, that's great news!"

Jiang Mu's temper flared up quickly but subsided just as fast. In an instant, she clapped her hands with delight and even wanted to go outside to buy more vegetables to add to the meal.

Everyone was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by her.

Jiang Zihan appeared calm and composed in front of her family, but secretly frowned as she read the news in the newspaper.

The subscription certificates issued in Shanghai were originally planned to be 3 million, but so far only 1 million have been sold, and many of them were forced to be distributed to employees.

Logically speaking, Shanghainese are the most adventurous and eager to get rich. Last year's stock market boom and bust caused countless people to become rich overnight and poor overnight. This time, the subscription certificate should have been very attractive.

However, this subscription certificate is different from a stock. A subscription certificate is actually a qualification to buy a stock. In other words, if you don't get a stock with a subscription certificate that costs 30 yuan, it's like throwing your money away.

Given this situation, coupled with the stock market's continuous decline since the beginning of the year and the pessimistic social atmosphere, it's no wonder that subscription certificates are not selling well.

Jiang Zihan bit her nails anxiously.

She hasn't stopped working since she got back these past few days, looking for a place to use as a company office and screening employees. Her ambitions aren't big; she plans to start with housekeeping services and plumbing and electrical repairs.

However, good domestic service workers and reliable plumbers and electricians are hard to find.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zihan decided to call Wen Chan.

When Wen Chan received her call, she hadn't thought about the subscription certificates yet. It was only when Jiang Zihan brought it up that she remembered and laughed, "Are you guys getting nervous over there too?"

Hearing the cicadas' chirping, Jiang Zihan felt a sense of peace for some reason.

She pursed her lips and said, "Is it even more outrageous in Beijing?"

Wen Chan glanced at Wen Qunshu and the others working outside, "There really are some, but I feel there are quite a few smart people too."

To put it bluntly, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. In the past, with the planned economy, the use of grain coupons and meat coupons was a last resort. Everyone knew the country was struggling, so they just endured it. Now, after more than a decade of relatively abundant resources, asking people to go back to the past, to the days when a family only had three ounces of oil a month, and when adults wore out clothes and gave them to children, and children wore out clothes and had them patched, nobody would be happy.

No matter how strong the winds blow in society, who can change the will of the people?

"Sister Wen, does that mean the subscription certificates won't result in a loss?"

Jiang Zihan asked tentatively.

Wen Chan chuckled and tapped the table with her finger. "Of course, it's impossible to lose money."

As she said this, a thought suddenly occurred to her, and she said to Jiang Zihan, "How about this, go and find out how many subscription certificates are left?"

Jiang Zihan paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you mean Shanghai, or—"

“Of course it’s the subscription certificate issued in Shanghai, where else would it be?” Wen Chan said. “Find out the details and give me a call. We can’t miss this kind of good deal. I’ll just buy it all.”

Buy it all?!

Jiang Zihan's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Although she knew Wen Chan was rich, Jiang Zihan still felt a sense of shock every time she saw her so extravagant.

"Okay, okay, I'll go ask about it later."

Jiang Zihan stammered.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Chan rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment, and then called Chen Bozheng, "How much money do you have?"

Chen Bozheng said, "We can probably use about one million."

“Then give me this money later,” Wen Chan said.

Chen Bozheng asked with a smile, "I've finally waited until my wife asked me for money."

Even over the phone, Wen Chan wanted to roll her eyes at him and say, "Get lost."

She hung up the phone with a laugh and a scolding tone, then called Zhang Yurong again.

It was evening on Zhang Yurong's end, and she sounded somewhat tired.

But when she heard Wen Chan's voice, she felt a little better. "Wen Chan, it's you! You finally called me."

Wen Chan said, "May, enough of the small talk. I need some of your personal funds, around one million RMB, for investment."

Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "Is one million enough? Do you need me to give you a little more? I really don't need the money right now."

"Stop, May, if you say that, I'll start to resent the rich."

Wen Chan teased.

Zhang Yurong was amused and said, "Okay, I'll have my assistant transfer the money tomorrow. I've realized that going back to the United States this time might actually be a good thing."

"What do you mean?" Wen Chan asked with concern.

She knew that Zhang Yurong didn't have many close friends, which was a common problem for almost all wealthy people in the upper class. Those who were also wealthy needed to be fawned over and treated with deference, while those who were poor were afraid that the poor people would try to take advantage of them.

Zhang Yurong said, "Through these cases, I've made quite a few connections. Today I just met the wife of the mayor of New York City. I used to think this kind of interpersonal interaction was boring, but now I feel a great sense of accomplishment."

“Congratulations on growing up,” Wen Chan said. “The adult world may not be so clean, but it’s definitely very interesting.”

The next day, when Jiang Zihan went to Shenyin Securities to inquire about how many subscription certificates were left, the counter staff looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "Ms. Jiang, is there something you need?"

Jiang Zihan calmly said, "It's nothing. I just wanted to know. If it's not too much, I plan to buy it all."

The staff member paused for a moment, then glanced at her.

If Jiang Zihan hadn't previously purchased over 100,000 yuan worth of subscription certificates here, the staff would have suspected she was crazy, or that she was here to make fun of people.

The staff member said to Jiang Zihan, "Please wait a moment while I go and consult the manager."

She nodded to Jiang Zihan, instructed her colleague to come and greet her, and then turned and walked towards the manager's office.

Shenyin Securities manager Shen is currently troubled by the sale of subscription warrants. They have planned to release more than two million warrants, but so far, only half have been sold.

If this continues, this subscription plan will make the entire Shanghai securities industry a laughing stock nationwide.

When he heard the knock on the door, he was on the phone with Li Baiwan. The other party was vague and refused to help buy the subscription certificates. Manager Shen had no choice but to hang up the phone, wipe his face with his hands, and call out to come in.

"Manager Shen." A staff member stepped forward in small steps. "A customer has come to inquire how many subscription certificates we have left, saying that they intend to buy them all."

Manager Shen's spirits lifted, and he abruptly looked up at the staff member, "Are you sure the other party isn't joking with us?"

The staff member shook his head: "That Miss Jiang is quite wealthy. She doesn't seem to be joking; she seems serious."

Manager Shen quickly stood up, straightened his tie, and went out with his staff.

Jiang Zihan called Wen Chan from the securities company.

Upon hearing that there were still over a million shares left, Wen Chan didn't even blink and said, "That's over three million. That's alright. Ask the securities company if they can help me out. I'll transfer my money over in the next few days."