Old Liu didn't give Jiang Yuhong his contact information, only telling Zhang Cheng to wait.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng rested his elbow on the cold counter at the front desk, his fingertips tapping unconsciously.

This gamble is too big, so big that he has to proceed with extreme caution.

Zhang Tian's words, "Let's do something big," were like a match that ignited the fuse in his heart.

Gao Datong's concerns were not unfounded. These days, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; being shot in the back is commonplace.

But Zhang Cheng, having nothing to lose, wasn't afraid of those wearing shoes. Jiaxing wasn't his territory; once he had the money, he could leave at any time.

Moreover, the specific acquisition of treasury bonds could be entirely delegated to Zhang Tian.

He remained behind the scenes, only responsible for the final handover to Jiang Yuhong.

Yes, that's what we'll do.

"Ring ring!"

The shrill ring of the telephone suddenly rang out, like a needle piercing Zhang Cheng's taut nerves. He grabbed the receiver abruptly.

Shanghai, Yu Hong Road.

In the top-floor office of Yu Hong Department Store, Jiang Yu Hong, dressed in a casual jacket, had cigar smoke curling between his fingers.

He had just hung up the phone with Lao Liu, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

In just two months, he absorbed more than three million yuan of treasury bonds in Funing County. Where could Zhang Cheng possibly conjure up such a "large amount" of funds?

He had already received inside information that this year's treasury bonds would not only be fully repurchased, but would also accrue additional interest.

To this end, he mortgaged all his properties, taking out loans of over 40 million, in addition to his savings and interbank loans.

He scraped together nearly 60 million and bet it all on this. He estimated he could net 60 to 70 million from this one bet.

When the call connected, Jiang Yuhong's lips curled into a smile: "Zhang Cheng? Old Liu said you have a large number of treasury bonds?"

He estimated that Zhang Cheng's so-called "large quantity" was at most a few hundred thousand.

For these children from the mountains, this is indeed an astronomical figure.

Zhang Cheng's voice was steady: "Brother Jiang, this quantity is indeed quite large. The buyback price doesn't necessarily have to be one-to-one..."

"Looking down on me, Jiang Yuhong?" Jiang Yuhong chuckled, interrupting him.

"I, Jiang, keep my word! If I said it was one to one, it was one to one! So, tell me, how many do you have!"

"Preliminary estimate: around thirteen million!"

"How much?" Jiang Yuhong leaned forward abruptly, crushing the end of his cigar in the ashtray.

He wondered if he'd misheard. Thirteen million? At market value, that's nearly ten million in cash! Had this guy robbed a bank?

"That's a conservative estimate. If all goes well, it could reach 15 million!" Zhang Cheng added.

Jiang Yuhong's mind went blank for a moment.

Funing was once a small place, oh, it's now a prefecture-level city.

How much is the annual fiscal revenue?

How can a kid from the mountains like you move tens of millions of yuan in cash?

He narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

Zhang Cheng didn't urge him, and waited quietly.

It took Jiang Yuhong a full two or three minutes to finally let out a bitter laugh:

"Zhang Cheng, this is quite a surprise! Tell me, where did the money come from?"

Zhang Cheng didn't hide anything and briefly explained his plan to cooperate with Zhang Tian.

After listening, Jiang Yuhong pondered for a moment:

"Jiaxing is a dangerous place. If you throw in tens of millions of cash, you might get burned."

I know Zhang Tian's uncle's connections in the capital; he's just a nobody in a lowly government office, no match for a real tiger.

"I can handle this deal."

But remember, you absolutely cannot show your face during the acquisition period. The more low-key you are, the better. Don't be foolish enough to become Zhang Tian's shield.

Also, I need some time to process my cash flow; you'll have to wait a week.

“One week later, you will personally deliver the treasury bonds to Yu Hong Department Store in Shanghai. Then we will settle the payment and the goods.”

"good!"

Jiang Yuhong couldn't help but add a word of caution: "Think things through carefully. Don't rush into things headlong, or even a miracle won't save you."

"Brother Jiang, I know what's important."

"And another thing," Jiang Yuhong changed the subject, as if he had forgotten his earlier boastful words,

"The recycling ratio needs to be changed, otherwise the risk is too great for me."

"Brother Jiang, tell me a ratio."

"One hundred treasury bonds, ninety dollars!"

Zhang Cheng was silent for a few seconds: "Brother Jiang, ninety-three. Any lower, and this deal won't be worthwhile."

"Okay!" Jiang Yuhong immediately agreed. His bottom line was actually ninety-five.

If he buys a 15 million yuan worth of goods at 93% of the price, he can still make a net profit of 3 million yuan. With interest, he's guaranteed to make a profit.

Transportation was saved; it was practically free.

"Brother Jiang, this is my pager number XXXXX. Call me if you need anything."

After hanging up the phone, a glint of light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

When it comes to cunning, he's definitely not as good as these seasoned veterans.

His reborn memories are his biggest trump card, allowing him to take a gamble.

As for Zhang Tian and his ilk, they may be brothers now, but when it comes to the real struggle, even close brothers have to settle accounts.

He knew this better than anyone else.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and pushed open the door to return to the private room.

Seeing the smile on his face, Zhang Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Zhang, is it done?"

"It's done. That friend will eat it all, but the ratio will be changed to 100 to 93, and we'll have to deliver the goods to Shanghai."

Zhang Tian's eyes darted around. "A Shanghai tycoon?"

That's the place with the most money in China!

He grinned and patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder heavily:

"Brother, be a villain first, then a gentleman."

If we make money, you get 30% and I get 70%.

"I won't take a single penny of the profit from the one million I lent you before!"

"Yes!" Zhang Cheng nodded. The contract definitely needs to be signed; Zhang Tian isn't saying it yet because the time isn't right.

Shen Baiwan, who had been listening intently, interjected with a smile:

“Brother Zhang, I just asked a few friends for you, and they can probably scrape together four or five hundred thousand treasury bonds.”

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