"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, and President Ding, could you stay an extra morning tomorrow?"

The three of them were taken aback.

"Little Ma? That's an interesting way to address him. But I'm older than Hua Teng, so how come he's Big Ma?" Little Ma asked with a smile.

"I just feel that calling you that is more affectionate," Chu Yang said with a smile.

Brother Ma hesitated and said, "I can stay tomorrow morning, but is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Chu?"

“Alibaba’s headquarters are in Hangzhou, so I have no problem with that,” Pony Ma said.

“Hua Teng and I came together,” Ding Lei said.

Chu Yang nodded: "It's hard to say exactly, let's meet here again at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Da Ma, Xiao Ma, and Ding Lei couldn't figure out what he was going to do, but they agreed out of curiosity.

At least we can know what the outcome of his bizarre short-selling spree tonight will be.

"See you tomorrow then." After saying that, Chu Yang and Lou Chunyue followed Shen Nansheng and the other big shots.

Back at the hotel, Chu Yang went to Ren Zhengfei's room alone.

"Xiao Chu, please sit down. There's no rush to talk. Let me brew you a pot of good tea first."

"Does Xiao Chu smoke? If you do, don't be shy. I don't smoke much now, but I can keep you company with one or two."

"This tea is quite good, isn't it? It's a pre-Qingming Longjing tea that my friend gave me. It's sweet and refreshing. If you like it, I can give you a pack."

Ren Zhengfei was very friendly and talkative. He personally brewed tea and offered cigarettes, making Chu Yang feel a little embarrassed.

After the two finished their cigarettes, Chu Yang handed over a piece of paper.

"Did you just draw this?" Ren Zhengfei stubbed out his cigarette, took the paper, and then exclaimed in surprise.

"This is... a cell phone?"