On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Erya was busy all night last night and was still sleeping in.
Zhang Yida got up alone, washed up, and sat at the dining table to eat glutinous rice balls cooked by his mother.
It's not the kind of quick-frozen products bought outside, it's all handmade by my mother.
Zhang Yida devoured it, and the taste was still familiar to him when he was a child. His mother's cooking skills have not deteriorated.
Xia Xiaorong put her apron aside and looked at her son lovingly.
She couldn't sleep last night. She was tossing and turning, all she could think about was her son's marriage.
No matter whether the child is the richest or has achieved nothing, in the hearts of parents, marriage is a top priority.
"Have you thought everything through?"
Zhang Yida looked at his mother whose eyes were bloodshot and wondered what he meant.
"Have you thought it through?"
Zhang Yida finished eating the glutinous rice balls, picked up the bowl and started to drink the soup.
"Getting married?"
Xia Xiaorong hesitated to speak, she always felt that this matter was not that simple.
She urged her so much in the past, but her son didn't take it seriously. Why did she suddenly figure out this year, was there some pressure from the woman's family?
No matter what the matter was, she thought it would be better to ask clearly.
Zhang Yida said casually: "I just feel that it has been so many years, and it will be six years this year, and there is no point in procrastinating.
Get married early so that you won’t be like Tang Monk and talk about it in front of me every day.
Besides, my 700 billion family fortune doesn’t need anyone to inherit it.”
Zhang Yida joked to his mother, "Don't you want to have a grandson as soon as possible? I will grant your wish."
Xia Xiaorong glanced at her son, "What 700 billion are you talking about? I asked your dad and he said they are all equity interests in unlisted companies.
If we sell it all at once, we won’t be able to get the high price of 700 billion.”
How should Zhang Yida explain to his mother? No one can spend 700 billion in cash at once, not even the current richest man, Bei Tuzi.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yida decided to educate his mother on the topic.
After hearing this, Xia Xiaorong finally understood something and said, "What you mean is that if you sell too many stocks at once and the stock price drops, you won't be able to sell them at a high price."
Zhang Yida nodded, "Yes, Mom, you have also done business, and you must know that the rarer things are, the higher they can be sold."
Xia Xiaorong naturally understands this truth, and also understands that her son's 700 billion net worth is just like a house.
If the house is sold, there is no place to live, and if the equity is sold, the company is no longer in control.
Houses go up and down, and stocks go up and down.
She doesn't trade in stocks, but she has friends who trade in stocks, and there are countless examples of losses.
So I asked with some concern, "How many shares do you plan to sell when the company goes public?"
Zhang Yida wanted to laugh when he heard his mother's worried tone.
"Mom, don't worry! I sold the three companies that were listed in the United States for more than 10 billion in total. I will never starve to death in my life."
"You little melon, this is all for your own good. Stocks are not as real as cash."
"Then I'll sell the stocks and deposit them all in the bank."
Xia Xiaorong shook his head, "Bank interest is too low, it's better to use it to buy a house."
Zhang Yida sighed and gave up treatment completely.
Zhang Qinghua came over with an unhappy look on his face and said, "You old woman, you really can't understand your son's career.
If you don’t understand, don’t give random instructions.
When buying a house, the appreciation is too slow for them, so they prefer to buy stocks of real estate companies.
You see, you can make more money by building a house, and you can earn billions from a development project, but the biggest profits are made by shareholders. If the stocks go up, they sell them, and when they go down, they buy them back."
Zhang Yida glanced at his father appreciatively, and he really got to the point. Such a large amount of funds can basically be used for equity and securities investment in the primary and secondary markets. Other places cannot undertake such large funds, and the pool is shallow.
a little.
"Dad, you are right. I have invested more than 10 billion US dollars in stock trading, bought many stocks of leading domestic and foreign companies, made value investments, and held them for a long time.
I even bought the stocks of rivals like Ali Baba and Penguin. If I collapse, I will count on them to make money for me for the rest of my life."
Zhang Qinghua shook his head and laughed. His son was so ungrateful sometimes, but betting on his opponents was a good way out.
"Okay, okay, you two father and son are the most powerful, I can't beat you."
Xia Xiaorong didn't say much more on this topic. With her son earning so much money, she really didn't need to worry about it.
She couldn't provide any good advice, just a few words of concern.
"I recently researched the holdings of Bonima and Jackma and found that their holdings are declining. What is going on?"
Zhang Yida didn't expect that his father would still have the time to study this, so he explained: "It's normal, just like not putting eggs in one basket.
Also, they both have to spend money, buying airplanes and yachts, doing charity, and collecting, all of which require real cash."
After a pause, Zhang Yida continued: "There is also Penguin. Ahri has reached a bottleneck period, and the stock price has slowed down. Expecting the stock to increase in value is far less profitable than them cashing out their own cash and engaging in other investments."
Zhang Qinghua said "Oh" and suddenly realized that he was engaged in diversified investment, or asset allocation.
Xia Xiaorong was also listening, and suddenly said: "Jack and Ma are selling stocks. If you have the opportunity, you still have to sell what you want."
"Sell, sell, sell~"
Zhang Yida nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and responded.
"Hey, don't worry about it. They have a professional trading team, and their stock trading and retail investors' stock trading are completely different things."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Qinghua's mobile phone on the table rang. He picked it up and saw that Tiantian Toutiao had pushed news to him.
“The world’s richest man Jeff Bezos and his wife MacKenzie Bezos officially announced their divorce…
Bezos, 54, has a fortune of US$138 billion and holds 16% of Amazon's shares, as well as the Washington Post and private space company Blue Origin, among others.
This means that MacKenzie is likely to acquire a fortune of up to $69 billion, making her the richest woman in the world."
Zhang Qinghua read the news and suddenly aroused Xia Xiaorong's gossip mentality.
"You are so rich and you still want to get divorced?"
Zhang Qinghua tilted his head and said, "What you are saying is that the richest man is also a human being. Isn't divorce normal?"
"Then why did you get divorced?" Xia Xiaorong asked.
Zhang Qinghua pointed to the mobile phone and said: "The news said that Bezos cheated on a female TV host."
Xia Xiaorong snatched the phone over, looked at it, and said: "It's different from the Chinese rich. Isn't it popular to marry someone in their twenties? The mistress is 49 years old, one year older than the first wife.
Look at her appearance, she's not much prettier than her original wife? Is this richest man blind?"
Zhang Yida commented: "Maybe it's true love, otherwise I wouldn't have spent so much money on divorce. It's not just a fun thing."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Xiaorong and Zhang Qinghua both focused on their son.
Zhang Yida felt that his parents looked at him strangely, and he smiled awkwardly, "Why are you looking at me? I'm not that kind of person."
"Life is so long, no one can tell what will happen in the future? Bezos and his wife have been married for 25 years and have several children. They will get divorced."
Xia Xiaorong paused, lowered her voice and asked her son: "Have you thought about it carefully? After you get married, half of your property belongs to your other half.
I'm not worldly, I'm really thinking about you."
Zhang Qinghua was a little angry because his son was planning for divorce even before he got married.
Just as he was about to speak, his wife stopped him with her eyes.
Xia Xiaorong just stared at her son, wanting to get a definite answer.