Chapter Forty-six Exchange

  The big boss arrived, and the Fei Yuan International Hotel was naturally more enthusiastic from top to bottom. Wu Xiaofeng, the manager of the catering department, came down to welcome them personally and took them to the best private room in the Chinese restaurant. Although General Manager Carter is a German, he is strict with himself, but still followed the local customs and accompanied the big boss to drink two cups in the private room. After all, the big boss is not easy to meet, although he belongs to a German management company and does not belong to Fei Yuan Company, but the owner can veto him with one vote and let the management company reappoint the general manager. If he can get along well with the owner, his work will also go smoothly, right?

  After enjoying a hearty meal, Zhu Jianjun asked Wang Fei to send him and Leng Bingxue back to the house in the power bureau's residential area, and then let them return. As for Leng Bingxue's afternoon class, it was easy to just call the head teacher to ask for leave, as the head teacher was one of the few people at No. 1 Middle School who knew his true identity.

  This time, Zhu Jianjun brought a handheld phone for Leng Bingxue, also known as the Motorola analog machine, which cost 20,000 yuan to purchase, with an additional 6,000 yuan for network access fees and a prepaid phone bill of 10,000 yuan. Although it was expensive, for their current wealth, it was just a drop in the bucket.

  The emergence of Big Brother means that China has entered the era of mobile communication.

  This heavyweight mobile phone is thick and heavy, like a black brick, weighing over 1 catty. It has no other function except making calls, and the call quality is not clear and stable, often requiring shouting. The large battery can only sustain 30 minutes of conversation after charging. Despite this, the big brother is still in short supply and hard to find. At that time, the open market price of the big brother was around 20,000 yuan, but it usually took 25,000 yuan to buy one, and the black market price once reached 50,000 yuan. This not only made ordinary people hesitant, but also few small and medium-sized enterprises could afford it.

  Having grown accustomed to the convenience, flexibility and variety of modern mobile phones, Leng Bing Xue actually didn't like this brick-like simulated phone, which was not only clumsy but also had poor signal. However, for the sake of conveniently controlling Zhu Jian Jun in Hong Kong, Leng Bing Xue still accepted it - after all, it was a token of Zhu Jian Jun's intentions, wasn't it? Moreover, with the You Yu Jie Zi, she could just casually toss it inside and not worry about the hassle of carrying it. When she needed to use it, she could simply take it out in an isolated area.

  Two cups of strong tea were brewed, and Leng Bingxing and Zhu Jianjun sat facing each other. In recent years, they had been busy with their careers, rushing around every day, and rarely had the opportunity to sit together and have a good chat. It was truly reminiscent of the past when they were young and vigorous, and as they talked about their feelings, they couldn't help but sigh deeply.

  After taking a sip of tea, Zhu Jianjun's eyes turned slightly red, and he said with deep feeling: "When my mother passed away that year, I didn't know what to do next. Fortunately, a noble person came from the sky and let me meet Han Shao. These few years have been like a dream, sometimes when I'm sleeping in bed, I don't dare to believe that all of this is real. Without you, Mr. Han, there wouldn't be my today."

  "Cut it out, don't say such useless things. We're mutually helpful, aren't we? Without your help in putting various ideas into practice, they would have been nothing but empty talk." Coldly and calmly, he said: "If at that time you couldn't resist the temptation, whether it was taking away over 200,000 or the later 70 million, could you have achieved success and fame like now? I also wouldn't have been able to open up such a big scene. Everything we have now is what you deserve."

  "Why bother talking about useless things? Why don't you tell me how you and Chen Yaxin are doing now? When do you plan to get married? Chen Yaxin is a good girl, you can't wrong her."

  When Zhu Jianjun and Chen Yaxin first came to Changfu, Leng Binghan felt that the relationship between them was a bit ambiguous, with eye contact that wasn't quite right. Through these years of interaction, Leng Binghan felt that they were meant to be together, but due to work, they had been separated for years, which also made Leng Binghan feel unbearable.

  Zhu Jianjun chuckled and rubbed his head, saying with a smile: "This time I came over to ask you for a favor, I want to transfer her back to Hong Kong. Didn't we just acquire an import and export trading company in Hong Kong? We plan to let her take charge of the management, and Wang Qiguang, the deputy general manager here, will take over her work. What do you think, Han Shao?" After finishing speaking, he stared at Leng Binghan with eyes full of pleading.

  "How can this be?" Leng Bing frowned, clearly displeased. "The work here has just gotten on the right track, and now you want to switch people? What if something goes wrong?"

  Seeing Zhu Jianjun's eyes gradually losing their luster and his disappointed expression, Leng Yichen's heart bloomed with coldness, but his face was still gloomy as he said: "However, if you can agree to one condition of mine, this matter is not impossible to discuss."

  Zhu Jianjun listened, and his eyes lit up again, as if a person on the verge of death had found hope for survival. He exclaimed with joy: "Han Shao, don't mention one condition, even if it's a hundred conditions, I'll agree to them all."

  "Don't agree so quickly, this condition is not that simple. You'd better listen carefully and think it over before making a decision."

  Zhu Jianjun was anxious and said: "No need to consider it, after all, everything I have is given by you, as long as you say a word, even if you want my life, I will be willing."

  "What am I supposed to do with your life?" Seeing Zhu Jianjun's anxious appearance, Leng Bingxing couldn't help but laugh and say: "As long as you invite me to Hong Kong for the wedding ceremony, put me up in a luxury hotel, give me a first-class seat on the plane, have a Cadillac waiting at the door, and cover all expenses."

  Seeing the cold and icy demeanor, Zhu Jianjun knew he had been fooled. It seemed that his fear of Han Shao not agreeing to let Chen Yaxin return to Hong Kong was unnecessary. A huge weight was lifted off his mind, and he felt relieved and overjoyed.

  For the invitation, Leng Bing Xue would definitely be invited to Hong Kong for his own wedding. Since his mother's passing, he no longer had any other relatives in this world. Leng Bing Xue was his only relative and also his lifelong benefactor. If Leng Bing Xue didn't attend his wedding, the whole ceremony would be incomplete.

  But he also pretended to be very resentful and said, "Isn't that right, Han Shao? When did you become Zhou Bapi? Your personal assets have exceeded 4 billion US dollars, but you still want to scrape oil from chicken legs and exploit employees? I've never seen a boss as stingy as you!"

  "Huh? How did it suddenly become 40 billion, wasn't it just 30 billion?" Cold Ice didn't have much shock when he heard that his assets had grown from 30 billion to 40 billion. The more money you have, the more it becomes just a number, and it's not easy to feel that kind of thrilling sensation.

  "Three billion is already in the past tense, didn't you mention Futz Company on M Country's futures market last semester? I found a professional analyst and super trader from our company to carefully analyze the clues and actual data you provided for over a month, before investing over 2 billion. And now, we've earned back over 1 billion! Are you saying it's too much or too little?"

  After listening to Zhu Jianjun's words, Leng Binghan suddenly remembered something. When he was sorting out the materials of his past life at the end of last year, he suddenly recalled an incident that occurred in 1989 on the M country futures market:

  In 1989, the Ferruzzi company was found by the CBOT to have attempted to corner the market and a subsequent investigation revealed that as of July 10, 1989, the long position in soybeans established by Ferruzzi had reached 220 million bushels. This amount exceeded speculative position limits by seven times and was five times larger than any other market participant's limit position; the company's position accounted for 53% of the open interest in the July contract. At the time, positions in U.S. futures markets were not publicly disclosed; following discovery of this attempt, the CFTC revealed to the public that Ferruzzi held more than 85% of the total open interest in the market at the time.

  Afterwards, the CBOT took three measures to prevent further risk expansion: Firstly, it stopped Fritz from making new trades; Secondly, starting from July 12th opening trade, any individual or corporate account holding a net long or short position of more than 3 million bushels in the July 1989 soybean contract must reduce their positions and decrease by at least 20% each trading day thereafter. Thirdly, it increased the margin requirements for Fritz's holdings. After going through an overshoot phase, market prices rebounded afterwards.

  In fact, I didn't study futures trading much in my previous life. The reason I remember this incident is that the entire event was considered a classic case of effective market regulation, and almost everyone who has studied or learned about futures should have heard of it.

  But the cold ice is just a mention, and I haven't thought about how to operate it completely, and I forgot after passing by. I didn't expect Zhu Jianjun to really make a name for himself, but making money is better than losing money anyway.

  "Haha, not bad. I originally wanted to freeload at your wedding, but now it seems like I'll have to prepare a big gift for you guys instead? What do you like? Barbie dolls or razors?"

  "Damn it!" Zhu Jianjun almost fell over, "How can you be so stingy when you're a millionaire? Oh my god, how did we end up with a boss who's even more stingy than Mr. Grandet?! I'm done, at the very least Ya Xin deserves a limited edition sports car."

  "Frosty and cold, yet straightforward and confident, he said: 'Is this a mistake? No matter what, I'm just a 10-year-old kid. Is it right to extort kids like this? If you're going to be greedy, then I think you'll only end up getting married in Changfu...'"

  Hearing the cold and menacing threat, Zhu Jianjun also dared not to speak much, but only thought to himself: "Still a child, is there another child in this world with a family fortune exceeding 4 billion US dollars?"

  To be honest, from the time he got to know Ling Bing Xue until now, Zhu Jian Jun had never thought of him as a child. It wasn't until Ling Bing Xue mentioned it that he realized from the bottom of his heart that the person in front of him, who controlled tens of billions of dollars and could stir up waves in the international financial market at any time, was actually just a ten-year-old kid.

  "Okay, let you know tomorrow when the meeting starts. Chen Yaxin has been transferred back to Hong Kong as the general manager of Fei Yuan International Trade Co., Ltd., and Wang Qiguang will take over as the general manager of Fei Yuan on the mainland." Although he was joking, Leng Binghan became serious when it came to official business.

  Wang Qiguang is 37 years old, a top student from Fudan University, originally worked at a large enterprise in Shenzhen. He was poached by Feiyuan Company through a headhunting company in Hong Kong. He had many conflicting ideas with his boss and felt suffocated working there. Having heard a lot about Feiyuan Company's rumors, he immediately submitted his resignation report when he knew the company was interested in him and rushed to Changsha.

  When he came, he was the deputy general manager of the company, in charge of the construction of secondary highways and tourism development. He had many ideas and was a pragmatic person. Leng Bingxue had a good impression of him. This time, by letting him take control of the domestic flying far company's helm, Leng Bingxue felt more at ease.

  "Alright, the manager's meeting will be held tomorrow afternoon." For Leng Binghan's icy instructions, Zhu Jianjun had always been executing them without any hesitation or compromise. Over the past few years, he had witnessed Leng Binghan create miracle after miracle, myth after myth.

  Many people in Hong Kong jokingly refer to themselves as "Golden Fingers", implying that they are invincible in international financial investments, and every time they make a move, they reap a harvest, as if they have a golden finger that can command the trend of international finance. Little do they know, the real "Golden Finger" is actually this 10-year-old kid, Cold Ice. Everything else is just following his instructions to perfect and implement step by step.

  Sometimes Zhu Jianjun also found it strange, this cold and icy young man, who was in a remote southwestern small town like Changfu, how could he be so familiar with the international financial situation? Was he really a god-like person who could predict the future?

  In Zhu Jianjun's mind, the cold and icy height had almost become comparable to that of a god.