The trading manager slumped down on the chair, smiled wryly and waved his hands: "Forget it, Mr. Li, I'm not refuting your face. Today, the brothers are concentrating so much that they have spent all their energy on preparing some porridge and water for us.
We don’t have the energy to eat anymore, so we’re going to take a nap in the hope that those hedge fund bastards won’t have time to fight back tomorrow.”
Abalone, fish maw, scallop porridge, and some exquisite side dishes were soon delivered from the celebrity dining hall outside. The trading team filled their stomachs in a daze, and then returned to their rooms listlessly.
After a while, the villa became quiet. Jiang Hua stood up and said, "Since I'm not in the mood to celebrate, let's go out for a walk. We've been stuck here for many days."
Six people sat in a stretched Rolls-Royce. The driver wisely raised the partition, leaving a quiet area behind. The six people leaned on the backs of the seats, and no one spoke.
After about five minutes, Rong Zhengen smiled and said, "Where are we going?"
Jiang Hua shook his head: "I don't know, I'll let the driver look around."
The driver was also very honest, and took them wandering through the streets and alleys. Through the car window, although it was already past five o'clock, it was a bit brighter outside than at noon. More than an hour after the market closed,
The Observatory reported that today's thunderstorm has ended, which also means that the dark clouds that have shrouded Hong Kong for more than a year have finally dispersed.
"Is this considered the weather has cleared after the rain?" Mr. Guo said with a smile: "The hedge funds have retreated, and the weather in Hong Kong has finally cleared up."
At this time, Mr. Huo saw a roadside stall selling curry fish balls. He laughed so hard that he knocked on the front fender and asked the driver to stop.
"Try the fish balls, I'm treating you today."
Six billionaires, each holding a bunch of fish balls, were standing on the roadside eating with gusto. This was also photographed by Caijingjie or Gossip Weekly. It will definitely be the front page headline tomorrow.
Jiang Hua smiled and asked: "We have won a great victory. Is there any loss on the old man's side?"
"I don't know." Rong Zhengen shook his head: "I'm too busy here, so how can I care about the old man?"
"It won't be a big loss," Mr. Huo said with relief, "After all, we won this time."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "I suddenly remembered the great era of TV dramas. Do you still remember it?"
"Remember, of course you remember, does your wife-in-law play the leading role in it?"
During that time, Lan Jieying did return to Hong Kong to act in some TV shows. Ms. He said with a smile: "Wow, that show was so powerful. There is even a word called the Ding Crab effect. Whenever Qiu Guan's show is aired,
There’s always going to be a stock market crash.”
"It feels similar to today." Mr. Huo said: "Why do I feel that the drama a few years ago perfectly predicted today."
It is said that the Ding Crab Effect has been implemented in the stock market thirty-two times in the past twenty years. It cannot but be said to be miraculous, especially at the end of the great era, where local businessmen versus international robbers are very similar to 1998.
"Why don't these old men say anything about celebrating today?" Rong Zhengen shook his head and said, "For such a big happy event, shouldn't there be two tables?"
Young Master Huo shook his head: "What a waste of celebration. The Hang Seng Index fell from more than 10,000 points to more than 7,000 points. Although we finally defeated the international house raiders, Xiangjiang also suffered heavy losses."
Mr. Guo said with emotion: "I don’t know when the next financial crisis will be?"
"Bah, bah, bah, crow's mouth, hurry up and spit." Mr. Li said anxiously: "I would rather not have this kind of speculation opportunity. Jiang Hua expected it. If Jiang Hua didn't get it, we would have suffered heavy losses."
"In the next few years, the financial situation in Asia will not be good." Jiang Hua took the last fish ball: "The normal financial order in Asia has been disrupted by these hedge funds. In the end, we have a country to do this.
We need a backer, otherwise Xiangjiang will be in ruins."
Mr. Huo nodded: "What are you going to do next?"
"have a good rest."
"Let's go on vacation."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "I'm also going to have a good sleep and then go back to the mainland tomorrow."
"You are so anxious to go back?" Rong Zhengen asked with a smile, "If you don't want to spend two more days in Xiangjiang."
"What fun is there? It's just a small place. If you want to play, you can play in the vast rivers and mountains of the motherland." Jiang Hua said disdainfully: "It's been nearly five months since April. I can't go back and see. My big brother
Director Zheng Tong might blame me for it?"
"Buy some gifts. Don't be surprised if you give gifts to many people."
"It's useless. Now there are some in Xiangjiang and in the Mainland. He is not short of money and doesn't care about anything he buys." Jiang Hua thought for a while: "But I still have to give a gift. Choose a rare antique from my collection and give it to him.
He will definitely calm down immediately."
"Zheng Tong also likes antiques. How about we go to an antique store?"
Jiang Hua shook his head: "What's the point of going to an antique store? If you want to play with antiques, just pick them up. It's not fun to buy anything from an antique store or an auction house. You must buy it at a very low price at a stall.
That’s what’s interesting.”
Mr. Huo smiled and said, "Why, you and Zheng Tong are good at picking up leaks?"
"I almost thought it was wrong. Zheng Tong is a serious master. He opened an antique shop himself. Moreover, he is also a top student who graduated from the History Department of Beijing University."
Rong Zhengen patted Jiang Hua on the shoulder: "Then I will go to the capital and ask Zheng Tong to take me around Liulichang."
"Of course there is no problem, but it is basically difficult to pick up leaks in Liulichang."
Mr. Huo asked curiously: "Why is it so difficult to pick up leaks in Liulichang?"
"First, there are not many genuine goods now. What Liulichang sells are all handicrafts." Jiang Hua shook his head: "Second, the sellers are all human beings, and they don't keep good things to themselves. The most important thing is, Zheng Tong's
His face is so bad in Liulichang. Who doesn’t know that he is a master? He wants to be simple, and there are a large number of people following him, trying to pick up what he missed.”
"The more I listen, the more interesting it becomes." Mr. Huo said with a smile: "The more you say that, the more I want to go to Liulichang with Zheng Tong."
Jiang Hua tilted his head and thought for a while: "I have to get a piece of land when I go back."
"Do you want to work in real estate in Beijing?"
Jiang Hua shook his head: "I've been bragging to Zheng Tong that I want to build a private museum, but I haven't taken any action. Isn't it profitable this time? Strike while the iron is hot and go back to buy a piece of land to build our private museum. By then Zheng Tong will also
Send all his collections to my museum for collection. No matter how many gifts you give him, they will all belong to me in the end."
Rong Zhengen said with a smile: "I happen to have some collections. I will send them all to your museum when the time comes. They are all top-notch items that I bought at auction houses in the past. They are absolutely authentic."
