After returning to the metropolis from the base, Xing Baohua told the trainees that they could rest for a few days and meet up at Luzhong Rice Technology a week later.

Although we know they are all on duty, and are only temporarily nominal leaders, whether they can be given leave to go home depends on their superiors.

Xing Baohua was just saying that; after all, he was a recipient of the medal and should be home to share it with his family.

But whether this can be done depends on the people who are actually in charge of them.

The meeting with Suya was kept low-key, and the joy of wanting to share it with her was kept to myself.

Although I felt uncomfortable and frustrated, I thought about the celebrities in the base. Which one of them wasn't frustrated?

Compared to those people who work diligently and anonymously, Xing Baohua's affairs are nothing compared to his.

It's not worth mentioning.

After spending five days with Su Yahu in the capital, Xing Baohua rushed back to central Shandong.

But as soon as I returned to central Shandong and entered my office, someone came looking for me?

Xing Baohua was quite puzzled. Who came here to ambush him?

Jin Xin is someone I really don't want to see.

"Hey! Director Jin, what brings you to Luzhong? You didn't even give me a heads-up before you came, so I could have prepared to welcome you!" Xing Baohua said with a fake smile.

"What else do you need to prepare? I couldn't find you in Hong Kong. They said you went back to Shandong. I waited for you for more than a month but I still didn't see you. Now I'm practically working here every day, just waiting for you to come back."

What big deal could have made you turn off your phone and unreachable by anyone? If I didn't know you were still alive, would I be waiting here?

Jin Xin grumbled as he walked over and sat down on the guest sofa.

Xing Baohua also came over and sat down, helping to pour water for this person, saying, "I've already made arrangements. General Manager Zhao Shanhai can fully represent my opinion. He's in charge of our cooperation now."

“If he could handle it, would I be here waiting for you for a month? He said he couldn’t get in touch with you?” Jin Xin said.

As Xing Baohua poured water for the man, he pondered that he could communicate from the base.

He could be contacted by the company's senior management, and he had also called several of them, but nothing had happened.

If Zhao Shanhai and the China Merchants Group had encountered any truly difficult or unmanageable issues in their cooperation, that person would have reported it to him long ago.

Xing Baohua is now completely confused, and Zhao Shanhai hasn't mentioned it, which means things aren't as exaggerated as Jin Xin said.

That's really strange. What is Jin Xin trying to do?

If you don't understand, then watch how this person performs first.

“I have business all over the world. I went out to take a look this time. You said it was something important? President Zhao didn’t report to me. I believe he wouldn’t hide anything from me on such an important matter. He couldn’t hide it from me anyway. Tell me, why did you wait for me for so long?” Xing Baohua asked seriously at this moment.

Seeing Xing Baohua's serious expression, Jin Xin stepped aside and asked, "Is it safe to talk here?"

“It’s safe. I check here regularly. Now, tell me, what do you need me to do?” Xing Baohua asked.

Jin Xin took out a piece of paper with a bank account number on it and said, "Transfer 5 billion US dollars to this account."

"Are you kidding me? You just say you'll transfer money, and it's 5 billion US dollars? You have to give me a reason. You transfer 5 billion without saying anything? Even if I were to move 5 billion US dollars myself, it would take many steps and I would need to come up with a reason. You just say you're transferring money, why should I?" Xing Baohua gently picked up the note on the table, glanced at it, and then threw it back on the table.

"You have no patience at all. I haven't even started talking yet. Listen, oil prices will stabilize once the battle between the two Yins ends. I think you won't be inactive in this round of crude oil price increases. Why don't we cooperate? You contribute half and we contribute half, and we'll trade directly in the spot market."

"You're going to wait me a month for this? Let me tell you, I'm not doing any financial business this year. Not only is it unprofitable, but it's also easy to make a mistake. I'm choosing to wait and see," Xing Baohua said.

"Why?"

"No reason? I just feel like the market isn't doing well this year?" Xing Baohua resumed his previous demeanor.

"Why don't you listen to the opinions of your experts, and combine them with the opinions of the experts in our bureau? Can we then drive up oil prices?" Jin Xin said.

"Stir up the price?" Xing Baohua was taken aback. He immediately thought that China's oil production was mainly for export, and lower oil prices would affect foreign exchange earnings.

Staring at Jin Xin's expression, Xing Baohua felt that things were not as simple as just speculating on oil prices. A 10 billion US dollar investment? If those crazy capitalists found out, they would be devoured without a trace.

If you can copy the price, others can drive it down, and they'll stop at nothing to do so.

Many countries need to import oil, most notably Japan, the US, and Europe. They all prefer low oil prices, just like when we buy meat. If the price of meat that costs 1.5 yuan per kilogram increases by 5 yuan, no one can stand it and would rather the price of meat drop to 0.5 yuan.

Is it possible? Absolutely impossible.

Trying to use the rules of futures to drive up prices can only go up a little bit; once there are fluctuations, they can be huge.

Just because you know how to use the rules doesn't mean others can't?

Once OPEC says it will increase production, see if you can still manipulate oil prices. All your hard work is no match for a single, casual remark from them?

The more Xing Baohua thought about it, the more uneasy he felt! It seemed like he was just handing over money to someone.

Seeing Xing Baohua's furrowed brow, Jin Xin added, "The profits will be split 40/60, you get 40% and we get 60%. Don't feel like you're losing out, as long as we provide the relevant information."

"Didn't I just tell you? This year, I won't be doing any financial business, especially speculation." Xing Baohua emphasized the word "speculation."

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