Song Yuanping and Fan Wubing were stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that they were the famous dealer who wanted to raise 400 million yuan from Ding Luochuan's Shenzhen branch.

"What did he come to see me?" Fan Wubing asked curiously.

I had never met Song Yuanping, so why did he come to see him for no reason? Fan Wubing felt a little strange, so he asked Ding Luochuan, "Did you modify the agreement and make him feel that something is wrong? Or do he have any other thoughts?"

Fan Wubing didn't have much favoritism for this evil man, so he didn't have a good attitude when asked. After all, in this financing case from the Shenzhen branch, Song Yuanping seemed to have given the Shenzhen branch a lot of profits, but in fact he was using the reputation of Fan's Investment Group to hype it up to raise its stock price. This practice of being exploited by others and being kept in the dark by the other party obviously left a very bad impression on Fan Wubing.

Sure enough, Ding Luochuan replied, "As soon as I suggested that Mr. Fan would accept the circulating shares of Kangcheng Shares in his private name, Song Yuanping knew that you had seen through his plan, so he wanted to come over to apologize to you, and by the way, there was something to discuss."

"I'm afraid there's no time," Fan Wubing hesitated for a while and replied, "I'll go out in about two days. It's impossible to wait for a long time here. If he comes from Shenzhen, he'll have to meet me differently. I think it's better to forget it."

Ding Luochuan immediately said, "No, no, no, old. Ban, others have arrived at the sea and can come to see you at any time."

Oh? Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment and thought for a while. Then he replied, "Then let him come over. We are having dinner at Xinjinjiang Hotel. I'll just have someone add an extra pair of tableware."

After putting down the phone, Davis and Wu Zhi Xiaoji and others asked Fan Wubing who was coming?

"Song Yuanping is the stock analyst who often promotes the Chinese stock market in newspapers. The new era is coming." Fan Wubing said to them with a smile, but found that everyone was confused. So he patted his head and smiled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you his pseudonym, Lao K."

"Old k! This has been revered to be a famous name for a long time!" Even Davis and others had heard of the famous name for Lao k, and they were very interested in hearing this.

In addition to being a banker, Song Yuanping also has a hobby of writing stock reviews. Of course, this is complementary. On the one hand, he can earn some royalties, and on the other hand, he can also use his reputation in the stock review industry to lay the foundation for some of his own speculation. In fact, he often uses stock reviews to help others raise the stock price. Of course, this is a paid service.

Davis and others are from finance and know a lot about well-known figures in the Chinese stock market and financial circles. Therefore, they are not very familiar with Song Yuanping's name, but after listening to Lao K's name, they suddenly realized that this person's stock comments are very sharp and unique in their view of the problem, and they are considered the number one person.

When asked how Fan Wubing met Song Yuanping, Fan Wubing's expression became very strange. "The fact is that he wanted to use my reputation to speculate on stocks, but I discovered that he made a special apology when he came here, but he couldn't rule out any other thoughts. After all, this person's brain is relatively flexible."

After everyone spoke for a while, some people came to report that Song Yuanping had arrived.

After Song Yuanping came in, Fan Wubing sat upright and looked at him, and found that this person was only 35 or 36 years old. He was not astonishingly beautiful. He wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a square face. He looked like a scholar-like figure, which was more in line with his image as a literary youth.

"Mr. Fan?" Song Yuanping saw Fan Wubing at a glance, and his eyes lit up.

There are many people who have heard of Fan Wubing, but fewer people have met Fan Wubing in person, especially these people from other places in the financial industry. Although they have long been famous, they have a rare opportunity to meet.

Fan Wubing always flies around and does not do his job well every day, and communicates with friends in the financial industry very little. Once, he communicates with experts at an expert forum held by the State Council. It is a coincidence, but it caused a great response. Many experts are studying Fan Wubing's economic statements, so people like Song Yuanping also look at Fan Wubing with a high-profile attitude.

"Mr. Song, please sit down, I have specially left you a seat." Fan Wubing nodded, reached out and pointed, leaving an empty chair at the opposite side, and the tableware had just been brought over. At the same time, Fan Wubing also ordered the waiter to remove the wine and food, and changed to another table of fresh dishes.

After Song Yuanping sat down, he discovered this and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Originally, when he received the notice from Ding Luochuan, he thought Fan Wubing was deliberately neglecting him, so he asked him to eat the remaining leftovers of the soup. Naturally, he felt a little unhappy. However, he now knew that he could not afford to offend Fan Wubing. If Fan Wubing was stared at, there would be Huo Tiancheng's past.

Therefore, although Song Yuanping was a little unwilling to do so, since he had already come to the sea, he would have to meet Fan Wubing in any case and clarify the misunderstanding between the two sides. At least he could not let Fan Wubing hold a grudge against him, so he came.

But now it seems that Fan Wubing is probably really busy. After all, what he uses to welcome him is a new banquet, not leftovers. In addition to being a little drunk, Fan Wubing and others also have a very upright appearance, unlike the kind of local buns who are drunk and have no image.

"Mr. Song came from afar. According to the principle, he should give you a few drinks first." Fan Wubing looked at Song Yuanping and said with a smile, "But it seems that you came in a hurry, unlike you who have eaten. Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is naturally not good for health, so I'll avoid this first. Everyone eats some food first, chats, and then drinks it again. Otherwise, there will be qi in the stomach, and drinking alcohol will easily hurt your stomach."

Song Yuanping's eyes lit up again when he heard this. Fan Wubing's generosity was far beyond his expectations. Not only did he not treat him coldly, nor did he make himself look ugly before the banquet, but he spoke gently and had great courtesy. Putting aside the dirty things of the two people before, it is already very rare with Fan Wubing's current identity.

After all, I was still planning to use his fame to speculate on Kangcheng Co., Ltd., and this kind of villainous behavior is naturally uncomfortable to put in other people's eyes. If I say that I will directly destroy myself, there are sufficient reasons.

Although Fan Wubing said he didn't need to drink, Song Yuanping felt that if he didn't express anything, it would be too unreasonable and seemed to have no sincerity.

So Song Yuanping stood up, picked up a glass of wine and said, "Mr. Fan Yaliang, Song had offended him before, so this glass of wine is a small apology."

After saying that, Song Yuanping drank it all in one go, showing the empty cup to others, indicating that his sincerity was not empty.

"There is no need to be like this." Fan Wubing smiled and shook his head. He also picked up the wine glass and drank it. Then he smashed his tongue and said to Song Yuanping, "Wine is really optional for us. Mr. Song should eat some food first. The chef here is still very good. If you drink too much wine, it will basically be difficult to taste the taste."

Song Yuanping seemed to have some implicit meaning in Fan Wubing's words, but he didn't think about it for a while, so he followed Fan Wubing's persuasion and everyone started to eat and drink casually.

After placing his belly, Fan Wubing asked, "Even if the matter of Kangcheng Technology has been exposed, but Mr. Song came to see me this time, there should be something else?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanping put down his chopsticks and said to Fan Wubing with a wry smile, "This time I came here to borrow some money from Fan Wubing in my personal name. There is no need to go through any procedures. After all, we have invested too much in Kangcheng Technology and are already in a deep mud. If you don't have your support from Mr. Fan, it will be a stagnant pool."

This is very different from the previous formal signing of a private loan. First, Song Yuanping cannot use this matter to hype it. Secondly, the issue of equity transfer is naturally eliminated. The original agreement is invalidated and the reputation of Fan's Investment Group will not be lost.

Of course, there is another most important issue among them, which is the issue of mortgage loans. After all, there are no certain mortgage conditions, and Fan Wubing is not overeating after eating too much, so he will lend money to Song Yuanping.

However, Fan Wubing was also a little curious. If Song Yuanping had something to be mortgaged, he would not take the risk of borrowing the reputation of Fan's Investment Group. What kind of things he could use to mortgage? There are really not many things that could impress himself.

"It's okay to borrow money, but I want to know why you are so confident?" Fan Wubing asked after touching his chin.

"I have some legal person shares in my hand, which can be used to mortgage Mr. Fan." Song Yuanping nodded.

Wubing nodded and thought to himself that this was the case. No wonder Song Yuanping was unwilling to take out these things. After all, whether it is original shares, internal employee shares, or corporate shares, these things are basically things that are stable and profitable. As long as the time comes, you can make many times the profit.

Once such a good thing is mortgaged to an unreliable person, the loss may be very large, so big that I feel so distressed that I want to hit the wall.

"Do you think I have a good character?" Fan Wubing asked Song Yuanping with a smile.
Chapter completed!