Zhang Cheng, however, remained at the hotel without fail.

Three days later, there was another knock on the door.

This time it was Zhang Jingtao, Zhao Daming's comrade-in-arms in Jiaxing. He looked travel-worn and solemn.

“Brother Zhang Cheng,” Zhang Jingtao said, getting straight to the point as soon as he sat down, “Zhang Tian’s matter has blown up too much.”

Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Brother Tao, what do you mean?"

"He's been buying up treasury bonds like crazy, the price is changing every day! In several townships, people have been fighting over them, and some have even gotten bloody! Also, his seven million loan—Director Sun can't withstand the pressure, the city has started investigating. Director Sun has been looking for him for three days, but he can't find him!"

Zhang Jingtao lowered his voice: "This fire is burning too fiercely, and the entire treasury bond market in Zhejiang Province has been stirred up. The average purchase price has already soared to eighty-seven! If this continues, I'm afraid something big will happen."

Eighty-seven? Jiang Yuhong is offering ninety-three; the profit margin has been squeezed to the limit. Zhang Cheng thought to himself.

"Bang bang bang!"

The urgent knocking interrupted Zhang Cheng's thoughts.

He got up and opened the door, where Zhang Tian was standing. He hadn't seen him for several days; Zhang Tian was unshaven, his eyes sunken, but his gaze was unusually excited.

"Brother Zhang!" Zhang Tian burst in with laughter, grabbing Zhang Cheng's arm.

"All done! Thirteen million six hundred and seventy thousand! The money's all on the truck. When do we head to Shanghai?"

Zhang Tian grinned, walked past Zhang Cheng, and saw Zhang Jingtao at the door: "Section Chief Zhang is here too."

Zhang Jingtao frowned slightly as he looked at the travel-worn Zhang Tian:

"Director Zhang, Bank Manager Sun has been looking for you for several days."

"I know." Zhang Tian walked into the room with a smile on his face.

"There's a problem with that loan. Once the money is returned, everything will be fine."

Zhang Jingtao nodded. As long as the excess loan could be repaid, it wasn't a big deal.

But it's not good for him to keep avoiding Director Sun.

Zhang Tian turned to Zhang Cheng: "Brother Zhang, the truck is downstairs. Can we set off now?"

"Okay," Zhang Cheng agreed, also wanting to resolve the matter as soon as possible.

If the commotion is too great, and things go wrong overnight, and national policies change, the coupons in your hands will become a hot potato.

"Brother Tao, Brother Zhang and I will go to Shanghai first." Zhang Cheng nodded to Zhang Jingtao.

"Be careful on the road."

Zhang Cheng knocked on the doors of several rooms next door, and Zhang Jianhao and the others' eyes lit up when they heard that they were going to Shanghai.

The group quickly went downstairs.

There was a truck parked at the entrance, followed by three Santanas.

Zhang Cheng and Zhang Tiantong sat in the lead car, Li Qiming went to the passenger seat of the truck, and the rest of them sat in the two Santanas behind.

The convoy drove out of the hotel, with Zhang Tian's Santana in front.