After Mo Zhexuan hung up the phone, he was deeply attracted by the interviews with top Chinese tycoons on TV, including Zheng Yutong, Li Zhaoji, Li Ka-shing, Ho Ying-tung, the shipping king, Xu Shixun, etc., almost covering all Chinese businessmen. It can be seen that Li Guowei really supported him this time.
"Pengfei! Remember the names of these tycoons. After our two major funds are officially established, give them a discount for the first phase, and the returns will be fixed at the original 20%."
Mo Zhexuan is naturally not an ungrateful person. If others lend a hand to him, he must repay the favor. After this storm is over, he plans to hold a cocktail party.
The first is to exchange feelings with all the Chinese tycoons in Hong Kong, and the second is to promote his own Ruitai No. 1 Fund first, and after the fundraising is completed, promote the Ruitai No. 2 Fund to all citizens in Hong Kong.
"No problem, I'll go inform Li Tianli later." Wang Pengfei quickly nodded in agreement.
"You should also keep an eye on Ruitai No. 1 and Ruitai No. 2 Funds. After this incident, I plan to host a dinner party. First, I want to express my gratitude to those who helped me, and second, I want to promote Ruitai No. 1 Fund."
Mo Zhexuan calmly expressed his thoughts. After this incident, he would definitely become famous all over the world, and seizing the opportunity to launch the Ruitai No. 1 Fund would be more successful.
The establishment of Ruitai No. 1 Fund is not only to make money, but also to connect with all the tycoons in Hong Kong, so as to achieve a community of interests and expand the network of contacts.
The main purpose of Ruitai Fund No. 2 is to establish influence among all the people in Hong Kong, so that one day it can reach the same level as Buffett, and that one word can influence the stock market.
"Mr. Mo! We will definitely not fall behind. Li Tianli and Wang Huizhi have already completed the recruitment. Once the training is complete, we will be able to form a fighting force as soon as possible."
A hint of excitement flashed in Wang Pengfei's eyes.
"Okay! That's fine!" Mo Zhexuan took a sip of tea and then asked:
"How many shares of China Gas do we currently hold?"
"It holds a total of 24.55 million shares, of which 3.62 million were recently acquired at a price below HK$40, for a total cost of HK$135.6 million."
Wang Pengfei was already familiar with these data and spoke without thinking.
"That means I currently hold 49.1% of the total share capital of China Gas."
Mo Zhexuan frowned. China Gas Company issued 15 million new shares, bringing the total number of shares to 50 million. After a rough estimate in his mind, he came up with this number.
"Mr. Mo! Do you want to sell some of the shares of China Gas Company?" Wang Pengfei rolled his eyes and asked speculatively.
"Yes, as the news continues to spread, and with the support of a number of top Chinese leaders, China Gas's stock will definitely rise sharply. Now is the perfect time to cash out some of my shares, and I can also recoup some of my funds."
Mo Zhexuan nodded, but there was still a trace of worry between his brows, that is, how many shares should be sold. After all, Jardine Matheson next door still has a large number of China Gas Company shares in its hands, which must be guarded against!
"Pengfei! How many shares of China Gas Company do you think Jardine Matheson bought from the stock market this time?"
"I'm not sure, but I estimate it won't exceed three million shares. Since the other party's stock dump, although we grabbed a portion of the shares first, after we joined, we and several other institutions have subtly stabilized the stock price, keeping it fluctuating around HK$50."
Wang Pengfei thought for a while, recalling all the trading data from the time when China Gas Company’s stock was smashed to the present, and spoke firmly.
"If we calculate based on 3 million shares, then Jardine Matheson originally held 39.6%, or 13.86 million shares, for a total of 16.86 million shares."
Mo Zhexuan made a quick mental calculation and figured out the number of shares held by Jardine Matheson. He made a decision instantly and said to Wang Pengfei:
"I'm going to sell 4.55 million shares."
"Mr. Mo! Just wait and see! I will try my best to cash out 1 billion Hong Kong dollars for you." Wang Pengfei immediately said with full confidence. After cashing out, it means that the bonus will be settled. How can he not be happy?
"Act within your means. Don't wait until the stock price reaches over HK$200 before making a move. You must strike a balance." Mo Zhexuan gave a serious warning and then quickly said:
"You must pay attention to Jardine Matheson's movements in the stock market. I suspect they will sell at a high price."
"Um!"
“...........”
The two of them finally discussed with each other, and then Wang Pengfei left the office. Mo Zhexuan was escorted back to the Repulse Bay 33 mansion under the escort of bodyguards, ready to go to sleep peacefully.
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at the same time.
Located in the Jardine House in Central Connaught Place, Central and Western District, Hong Kong.
In the chairman's office on the top floor, Simon Keswick was furious.
All the items on the desk were scattered all over the floor, even the coffee cup was broken into pieces and scattered everywhere.
"These Chinese businessmen are really going too far. Aren't they afraid of retaliation from Jardine Matheson? Bloody!..."
It was a long time before Simon Keswick sat in his office chair and accepted the fact that the Jardine Matheson & Co., which once had the final say in Hong Kong and was feared by everyone, had completely declined and was gone forever.
"Hannah! Come in and clean up the room."
"Okay! Boss!"
After a while, a beautiful white woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin and good looks pushed the door open quickly in high heels, twisting her body to show off her curvy figure to the fullest.
Simon Keswick was already full of rage with nowhere to vent, and when he saw this his eyes lit up. He stood up and used his hands and feet, and a big battle was about to break out.
Half an hour later, pieces of clothing were scattered on the ground, and there was an indescribable pungent smell in the air.
"Boss! I...I." The white woman's face flushed as she looked expectantly at her boss.
"Here! This is 50,000 Hong Kong dollars. You did a good job this time. Keep up the good work next time." After Simon Keswick signed the number and his name on his checkbook, he tore it off and stuffed it into the other person's chest.
"Thank you! I will keep working hard." The white woman was overjoyed when she heard that, and even wanted to continue fighting, but was pushed away.
After everything was tidied up, Simon Keswick dialed the phone on his desk and called the general manager of the securities company under Jardine Matheson.
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