Yuyuan Garden, adjacent to the City God's Temple, has white walls and black tiles, and is beautiful and beautiful. It is called the most Chinese place in Shanghai and Shanghai by foreigners.
Tonight, Citibank will move its Greater China annual meeting to Shanghai for the first time, and it will be held at the Green Wave Corridor in Yuyuan Garden, which is also the restaurant where President Clinton dined during his visit to Shanghai in June this year.
The taxi slowly turned from Old Xiaochang Road to Bailing Road. The Jiuquqiao Square in front of Songyun Tower is still the same as before, with the antique lotus pond, Jiuquqiao and Huxin Pavilion smiling at tourists.
"Come here so soon?" Heinwei greeted her with a smile. Different from the anxiety on the phone, she looked very relaxed now without a bunch of reporters chasing her.
"Anyway, the company reimburses me, so I won't squeeze into the bus on a hot day." Groups of red carps swam underfoot. Heinwei easily threw the fish food in her hand at them, and the red carps quickly came over and flipped up.
Amidst the waves, Peng Bo raised his camera and took pictures without caring about the film. "There are thousands of red carps in the pond, and you are my koi."
Koi? Heinwei doesn't understand the meaning of the word "afterlife".
"It's a mascot, something that brings good luck to people." Peng Bo explained with a smile, "Heinwei, I'm going to become a regular employee." He was also in a very relaxed mood. Before leaving, master Jiang Yiying revealed the social news.
The news that the company was going to give him a full-time job in advance made him very excited.
Finally, we have established a foothold in Shanghai and Haihai!
"Congratulations!" Like Chinese and foreign companies, foreign companies also have a probation period. Heinwei blinked and joked, "Then shall I call you Reporter Peng or Master Bang from now on?"
"Call me Donald."
The afterglow of the setting sun shrouds Yu Garden. Without the tourists during the day, the hustle and bustle of the day has faded away. Yu Garden is even more beautiful in the shadow of lotus lights.
The water surface was also coated with a layer of golden yellow, and the lotus flowers, green leaves, koi carp, and Heinwei in the sunset were particularly moving. Peng Bo raised his camera and kept taking pictures.
"These red carps are so interesting. They are my favorite thing in Yu Garden." Heyinwei looked at Peng Bo, and Peng Bo's heart moved, "Can we take a photo together?"
"Of course." Heinwei said generously.
Peng Bo waved, and a waiter came over. The two stood on the Jiuqu Bridge, facing the camera. His hand gently placed on Heinwei's waist. Heinwei seemed to move, but did not refuse.
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"Hello, Peng." After taking the photo, the two of them were about to go in. Joseph and a group of foreigners came over. They had already taken off their suits and put them on their shoulders. When he saw Peng Bo, he just smiled and nodded without any intention.
Stop.
White shirts and various ties made them look very relaxed. "There are many reporters tonight, so I won't greet you directly." Joseph waved his hand affectionately.
Looking at the back of his white shirt, Peng Bo said thoughtfully, "White Wolf!"
"White Wolf? Donald, what are you thinking about?" Heinwei smiled.
"It's okay," Peng Bo said nonchalantly, "How do you feel about being in Shanghai?"
"Oh, the best talents are gathered here, both Chinese and foreign, young and well-paid, open-minded, energetic, humorous, and full of sunshine. To tell you the truth, as soon as I stepped into the office, I felt like I was on a honeymoon.
Grinning every day."
Now many people who looked like reporters had walked in, and Heinwei also quickened his pace, but Peng Bo stopped, "Honeymoon, are you married?" he asked in surprise.
"No, it's just a feeling, a metaphor." Heinwei also smiled, a little embarrassed, "I'm going to change my clothes."
Feeling, fortunately, is just a feeling. For example, fortunately, it is just an analogy, but it is a frightening analogy.
Peng Bo looked at the red logo of Citibank in front of the Green Wave Corridor, which was shining in the night, and he quickly walked over.
In his previous life, Hurun made a big mistake on the Rich List, which was not developing the list to its maximum value. Now holding this world-shaking list, Peng Bo feels that it is both a wealth certificate and his own ID card.
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In 1998, these famous financial media had not yet entered China, and China was still a mysterious land full of uncertainty for them.
Therefore, the rising mysterious country and huge market are undoubtedly very attractive to them. It is their best choice to create a sensation in China and take advantage of the trend to enter China.
And this list has indeed become a golden nugget to knock on the door!
Similarly, for these international banks that enter or re-enter Shanghai, they also need to understand China's wealthy people, their businesses and partners.
The Green Wave Corridor was brightly lit and very lively. A waiter wearing Jiangnan blue and white cloth quickly greeted her. Next to her was the hotel manager in a white shirt and red tie. He wore a horizontal sign on his chest, which was standard.
nineties outfit.
However, there are Jiangnan blue and black homespun cloths, as well as international bright white shirts. This also marks that while retaining its own characteristics, this city combines the Chinese and the Western, the intersection of the Chinese and the Western, and is increasingly becoming international.
"I am a reporter from Shanghai Financial News..." Peng Bo introduced himself.
"Hello, I will take you there." The waiter was very enthusiastic. The blue and white cloth on his body gave him a Jiangnan calmness and femininity. But when he raised his head, his breathing stopped.
Heinway had put on a long snow-white dress and was slowly walking down the stairs. The long dress looked very noble and elegant on her body, just like Winslet in Titanic.
Peng Bo admired her quietly. Heyinwei stood on the stairs and looked at him quietly. There was a smile in her eyes and she was a little shy, but it was obvious that she was very happy.
Heinwei slowly walked down the stairs. Many men were stunned. When they realized what they were doing, they all came forward to chat with them. All of them were in suits and leather shoes. Peng Bo looked at his short-sleeved plaid shirt and yellow casual pants.
It seems inconsistent with the environment here.
Xu Rongmao, Guo Guangchang, Jiang Beichun, Chen Yong... these people who appeared on his list are all standing in Zhouzhou. He knows them all, but no one knows him. Although he has made a name for himself in the world, he is still in Shanghai.
An unknown little financial reporter.
"Peng Bo." A lot of media from the same city also came. Peng Bo looked at Heinwei. She was talking to a man with a gray beard. He simply joined the reporters. A lot of financial media from across the country came. Everyone.
People gathered in twos and threes, waiting for the banquet to begin.
As the senior vice president of Citigroup, Joseph walked back and forth among the crowd, his face flushed.
"The Hong Kong stock market has entered a fever pitch. Tomorrow, Russia will announce that it will abandon its floating exchange rate. The ruble will definitely depreciate sharply, and the U.S. stock market will also plummet by at least several hundred points."
Someone in the crowd was paying attention to Xiangjiang at this time. Although his voice was small, it quickly aroused everyone's resonance.
"Tomorrow's transaction volume will not be too small." Someone immediately agreed.
Peng Bo listened quietly. Now the eyes of the whole world are fixed on Xiangjiang. In 1998, this was a major event in the business and financial circles. None of the bigwigs in the financial and business circles and these financial media reporters are here.
Don’t focus on this moment…
Joseph asked, "Peng, what do you think about tomorrow's decisive battle? Who will win and who will lose?" In the crowd, Joseph walked up to him at some point and asked with a smile.
The voice was not loud, but it was not quiet either. However, a senior vice president of Citibank came over and asked a young man in his early twenties. All eyes in the room were turned to Peng Bo. Someone looked at Peng Bo and asked.
Who is it?
"A reporter who successfully predicted the fate of the Hong Kong government, a reporter from the National News Agency." someone from Citibank replied in a low voice.
While dealing with the conversation with Gray Beard, Heinwei turned her gaze here. She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were very deep.
The venue was quiet for a while, with only the melodious and soothing music echoing.
Peng Bo looked at everyone. Guo Guangchang, Chen Yong and other Shanghai entrepreneurs were also looking at him.
"Tomorrow will be very intense. In just half an hour after the market opens, I estimate that the transaction volume will exceed 10 billion Hong Kong dollars."
Ten billion Hong Kong dollars? Someone exclaimed.
Peng Bo smiled and said, "Ten billion Hong Kong dollars is just the beginning. The battle will be very tragic, but tomorrow is also the day to decide the outcome. If the stock and foreign exchange markets can stabilize at high levels tomorrow, international speculators will lose hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars."
On the contrary, the tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars invested by the SAR government will be lost."
"Can you hold it steady?" Joseph asked again. His tone was that of inquiry, very sincere.
This is not only what he wants to know, the whole of Shanghai, the whole of China, and the whole world want to know on this day.
Tomorrow, as long as you stay by the TV, you will see that a unique spectacle will appear on the Hong Kong stock market trading screen: the same blockbuster blue chip stock, the same buyer, the same brokerage code 8136, overwhelming buying orders.
In the four hours tomorrow, every minute will be a risk, every minute will be a gain, and every minute will be a duel between tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars and US dollars.
"When the market closes at four o'clock in the afternoon, I think the trading volume will reach the highest record in the history of the Hong Kong stock market, but the Hang Seng Index futures index will close above 7,000 points. In the end, Hong Kong will win a big victory."
"It's like the thunderstorm outside the window. The weather in Shanghai and Shanghai has been cloudy and thunderous in the past few days. Now, haven't the thick clouds dispersed and the sky has cleared up after the rain?"
Peng Bo pointed outside. Under the night, the Oriental Pearl Tower stood between heaven and earth, glowing with brilliance!