Having received guidance from Chen Ze, Luo Baili happily toasted Chen Ze.
At this moment, General Manager Huang leaned over to Luo Baili and asked, "Old Luo, can you count me in when you start your real estate business? We've known each other for so many years, you won't refuse me, will you?"
Robbie put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "No problem, you can have a share."
The two clinked glasses happily.
The meal took half an hour to finish.
After the banquet, Chen Ze led his team back to Nanshan District of Shenzhen.
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On the other side of the distant ocean, in a land known as the United States, in a villa that resembles a palace, the spacious and bright living room is covered with soft Persian carpets, and crystal chandeliers emit a soft and warm light.
A tall, imposing white man stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, gently swirling a glass of ruby-red wine in his hand.
His deep blue eyes revealed shrewdness and calculation. At this moment, he was frowning, his mind like a finely tuned instrument, pondering how to make a fortune in this financial market full of opportunities and risks.
His name was Claude, a well-known speculator in the financial world and one of the four largest grain traders in the United States. With his keen market insight and bold trading methods, he made a fortune in one transaction after another.
He had short, neat, blond hair, a high-bridged nose, and thin, well-defined lips. He wore a well-tailored, high-end bespoke suit, every detail of which highlighted his status and position.
Just as he was deep in thought, a light footstep came from behind him, and then a hot white woman gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
She had long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders in slight curls. Her bright green eyes shone like jade, and her delicate face was adorned with perfectly applied makeup. The red silk nightgown she wore accentuated her perfect figure.
She gently rested her head against Claude's back and asked softly, "Dear Claude, when do you plan to short cotton futures?" Her voice was sweet and melodious, carrying a hint of anticipation and curiosity.
Claude felt the woman's soft body pressed against his back, but he was not distracted. He simply raised the glass of red wine in his hand, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.
The red wine swirled in his mouth, its rich aroma spreading. He gently closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the wine while also contemplating his next move.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze firm and confident, and said calmly:
"We're still a bit short of time. The market is like a complex game of chess, where every move requires careful planning. Once I've stored up 100,000 tons of cotton, we can take decisive action."
"The cotton market is now nearing saturation, and we can definitely make a fortune by shorting cotton futures. Then we can have more wealth and live a more luxurious life."
His voice was deep and steady, full of unquestionable confidence.
Upon hearing his words, a glint of excitement flashed in the woman's eyes, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm.
She gently nuzzled Claude's back and said coquettishly, "Darling, I believe in you. You're always so amazing. When we make a lot of money, we'll buy that seaside castle and enjoy the sun and waves on the beach every day."
Claude turned his head slightly, looked at the woman, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
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