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Chapter 1283 Whose money is made

At this time, in a large villa in Shijiazhuang City, Beihe Province.

The large living room was temporarily vacated, and a small but lively party is being held.

In front of a huge monitor, more than twenty men and women each held champagne glasses, laughing and laughing, among which Yuan Fatty Yuan Kai was turning around.

This action was a great success, overseas capital retreated, and the stock market completely stabilized.

Let’s not talk about the help from the country here, but only talk about their actions this time, which entered the stock market at 2,900 points. Although they did not enter the market at the lowest point of the stock market, 2,900 points are also much better than some domestic capital that is late to realize.

Now the stock market index has risen above 3,000 points, and it can be foreseeable that the stock market will continue to rise in the future, so their action can be said to be a great success.

Not only did he leave some good impressions in a certain department in assisting national actions, but he also gained enough profits for himself.

According to the speculation given by their financial advisers, based on the current trend of the stock market rising, they will make nearly 40% of the profits within the next six months to one year.

This is very considerable.

You should know that among them, the fewest of them have invested tens of millions, and the more are even more than one billion.

Moreover, during this operation, they also gained Yuan Kai's friendship. Although the depth of the friendship is not certain, they sold Yuan Kai's face in this operation. If something happens in the future, at least there will be enough reason when they speak.

So it is no surprise that they are happy when they kill three birds with one stone.

At this moment, Fatty Yuan, who was in the crowd, suddenly rang his cell phone.

He took it out and looked at it. The originally smiling face paused instantly, then smiled apologetically at the two people in front of him, then walked out of the party scene with a wine glass and came to a quiet room in the villa, and then opened the answer button.

"Secretary Huang." Fatty Yuan greeted with a smile.

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yuan Kai, the boss asked me to call you and told you to have time to go home for dinner."

"Go home to have a meal?" Fatty Yuan was stunned at first, then looked surprised: "Secretary Huang, what's the old man who said so?"

"Of course, if the boss didn't speak, how dare I report military information like this?" Secretary Huang said with a smile.

Fatty Yuan's face immediately had a surprise smile: "That means I did the right thing this time?"

Secretary Huang smiled: "Anyway, the boss is very happy."

Fatty Yuan smiled foolishly, but he quickly came to his senses: "By the way, Secretary Huang, I'll ask you something."

"you say."

"A few days ago, who were the capitals I entered the stock market with me? Are there any contact information for them?"

Fatty Yuan asked, and after that, Fatty Yuan said again: "I know you must know. Don't worry, I have nothing else to mean, I just want to know who likes to do something stupid like me, please get to know them."

Listening to Fatty Yuan's words, Secretary Huang pondered for a while, and then said softly: "It's not impossible to say it, but you must not mention it with the boss, at least don't say it was what I said."

Fatty Yuan promised immediately.

"The funds for entering the market with you came from a person whose name is Zhang Kun, and his phone number is..." Secretary Huang issued a string of numbers.

Fatty Yuan was stunned when he heard the name Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun?

However, at this time, Fatty Yuan thought that the name just happened to be the same, but when he heard the phone number posted by Secretary Huang, Fatty Yuan quickly recorded it with his mobile phone.

Then Fatty Yuan looked at his phone, followed the number input of the number, and then slowly jumped out of a number in the phone book, with a name that had been saved long ago.

Zhang Kun.

Fatty Yuan's eyes twitched, and then he looked amused and crying.

OK, I felt that a little brother I met in the gambling stone stadium before was so awesome. He was fooled by him last time.

I thought it was just an ordinary person, but the result was.

Judging from the predictions given by my financial adviser, the funds I entered the market at the same time last time were bought at least 70 billion yuan in just two days.

Judging from Secretary Huang's words, all of these funds belong to Zhang Kun alone.

This is really a real person who is not good at being handsome, it's coquettish.

No, if you have the chance to see him next time, you must have a good meal and become a rich man.

...

At this time, he was in the Yipinju Presidential Suite.

After Zhang Kun hung up the phone, Li Hongquan hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you want to delist?"

Zhang Kun looked at Li Hongquan and then nodded silently.

"Why, it's very irrational to delist at this time, just because I don't like it?" Li Hongquan also heard the conversation between Zhang Kun and the Prime Minister just now, but he still looked puzzled.

Just because of three words, if you don’t like it, you have to give up the profit of 20 to 30 billion that you can almost expect?

To be honest, Li Hongquan completely couldn't understand such a thing.

This is no longer explained by the four words "wealthy and willful".

With a profit of 20 to 30 billion yuan and so much money, even the richest man in China dare not say that he doesn't see it.

Or, is there really anyone in this world who regards money as dirt?

Faced with Li Hongquan's problem, Zhang Kun still nodded silently.

"But, you don't want the money you can make at this moment?" Li Hongquan asked.

In response, Zhang Kun asked back: "What money? The stock market itself does not generate money. This is what you taught me, so where does the money I earn come from?"

"I wait until the stock rises to a high price before selling it. I make money, and then what about the shareholders who take over my stock? Well, maybe even if I take over my stock, I still make money. So what about the third one and the fourth one? There will always be a loss in the end."

"The money I made is actually the money lost by the person who took over the last one."

"Of course, it's too absolute for me to say that. After all, buying stocks will also pay dividends from the company. However, that is necessary to hold them for a long time, and I will eventually have to take action on these stocks. I don't want to make this money."

Listening to Zhang Kun's words, Professor Li Hongquan was stunned, but Li Hongquan quickly came to his senses and smiled bitterly: "But this is the stock market, this is the economy."

"I understand, and I understand, but I don't like it." Zhang Kun shook his head.

However, Professor Li Hongquan did not give up and still thought of ways to persuade Zhang Kun.

After all, this matter was adjusted in the middle. Seeing a happy ending and he was about to achieve his merits, Zhang Kun had to give up the profit he could get at a glance, which put a not perfect end to his perfect animation for nothing.

So, Li Hongquan is trying hard.

What everyone in the presidential suite didn't know was that at this time, in an elevator in Yipinju, a man and a woman were taking the elevator to quickly head towards the top-floor Presidential suite.

Among them, the man held a camera in his hand and the woman held a microphone in his hand.
Chapter completed!
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