In the third-floor private room 001 of the Guangfu Grand Restaurant in Shenzhen, Chen Ze, Chen Hao, and Zhang Jiesheng were eating and chatting.
"Godfather, you called us here right after class. Are you planning to take us to get rich?" the fat boy asked curiously.
Chen Ze pulled out a tissue and wiped the grease from his mouth: "I don't have any leads yet, but I'll call you when I do. Tonight's main purpose is to return the money I borrowed from you last time."
He took out his laptop, placed it on the table, inserted his online banking card, and began transferring money.
"Fatty, I promised you five percent back then. For the 80 million I lent you, I need to return 84 million to you, right?"
The fat man chuckled and said, "This money is really easy to make. I made four million in just a few months. Godfather, you are really generous. I like it."
"I'm eating meat, so it's only right that you drink some soup."
Then he transferred money to Chen Hao, saying, "Chen Hao, I'm returning 1.05 billion RMB of the 1 billion I borrowed from you."
Chen Hao laughed smugly, "Fatty, it proves that the more capital you have, the more money you make."
The fat man offered cigarettes to the two men, then lit one for himself and said seriously, "I'm content. This year, Guangxing Labor's dividends amounted to 50 million, and with this 84 million, it's 134 million. I've stepped into the threshold of becoming a billionaire. I never dared to dream of such a thing before."
Chen Hao lamented, "Although my family has always been wealthy, I used to always get a lecture from my dad when I asked him for money. He would often say that I was no good at this or that, but that I was the best at eating and picking up girls."
Chen Ze joked, "Uncle Youfu is telling the truth, so don't complain."
Then, he transferred another 3.15 billion yuan to Chen Youfu and sent him a message to inform him.
"Chen Hao, do you know anyone who sells supercars?"
"Brother Ze, are you finally thinking of getting a new car? If you ask me, your Audi 6 Series should have been replaced a long time ago. I know a friend in Shanghai whose family specializes in selling supercars. His name is Young Master Zhao. I wonder what kind of supercar you're planning to buy?"
"I just checked online, and there's a black Bugatti Mistra I that costs 45 million yuan. It has a 16-cylinder engine and can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.4 seconds."
Chen Hao gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Ze, I thought it was awesome that I bought that white Koenigsegg for only 25 million, but I didn't expect you to be even more awesome than me. Wait a moment, I'll call Young Master Zhao right away and see if there are any cars available."
Immediately, Chen Hao called Young Master Zhao, and the call was quickly answered: "Hello, Young Master Zhao, this is Chen Hao from Guangcheng. I bought all three of my supercars from you, remember?"
The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Oh, you're Chen Hao, the one who bought a Koenigsegg supercar from me last month, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's me. A brother of mine wants to buy a Bugatti Mistral, and he asked me to help him find out if you have any in stock right now."
Young Master Zhao: "There happens to be a car in stock. Why don't you bring him over to see it tomorrow?"
"Okay, no problem, we'll head over first thing tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the phone, he said to Chen Ze, "Brother Ze, Young Master Zhao wants us to go look at cars tomorrow."
"OK."
He closed his laptop, put it in his backpack, and then stood up and said, "It's eleven o'clock. I'm going back now. You two can enjoy your drinks."
"Brother Ze, let's not drink any more. There are still two bottles of Moutai left to open!"
"No, I have a sensitive stomach. The doctor told me to drink less alcohol. I even had an IV drip in the medical room for half an hour today."
After leaving the Guangfu Restaurant, he went straight back to his school dormitory. As soon as he arrived at the dormitory door, he heard Zhang Guoheng's laughter coming from inside.
He pushed open the door and walked in, chuckling lightly, "Guoheng, what's making you so happy? Did you get a girlfriend?"
According to Zhang Guoheng's account, this guy saved 15,000 yuan last year and invested it in gold stocks. Last year, gold was $1,200 per ounce, and in January of this year, it rose to $1,300 per ounce, an increase of 0.8%.
At that moment, Zhang Guoheng had earned over a thousand yuan, which made him extremely happy.
For a rural child like Zhang Guoheng, earning more than a thousand yuan is no easy feat, especially for a student from a farming family like him. I remember that at the beginning of the semester, Zhang Guoheng was very frugal.
It wasn't until he started working for Panda Delivery that he gradually became willing to spend some money, especially on Fan Xiaoling, on whom Zhang Guoheng spent a lot of money.
Chen Ze remembered that gold stocks had always been strong in his previous life, especially when international gold prices surged to $1,920 per ounce in July 2011.
How could he not make this money? Chen Ze's favorite thing was to make money from overseas and then use that money to invest in real businesses in China.
Chen Ze put his arm around Zhang Guoheng's shoulder and led him to the balcony. He said seriously, "Guoheng, I didn't expect you to understand how to observe the stock market so quickly. Why don't you work for me from now on? You'll earn 100,000 a year. I don't need you to go to the company every day. Just come when there's a task."
"Old Chen, do you want me to be your trader?"
Chen Ze nodded. "Not bad, I see you have a real talent for the stock market."
After thinking it over carefully for a while, Zhang Guoheng made a decision: "I can work for you, but I have one condition."
"Tell me, what are your conditions?"
"Old Chen, to be honest, I'm very bullish on international gold and US stocks right now, so I really want to increase my holdings. Unfortunately, as you know, my family is poor and I don't have any extra money. I hope you can give me a year's salary in advance so I can increase my holdings."
Chen Ze thought for a moment and replied, "Sure, but I also need your account to trade US stocks and gold, because I have a lot of money. As you know, the money I invest is in the hundreds of millions."
Upon hearing that Chen Ze wanted to use his account, Zhang Guoheng extended his right hand: "Use my account once, the handling fee is five thousand yuan, give it to me, Chen Baiyi."
Chen Ze smiled, took out his wallet from his pocket, and counted out two thousand yuan for him.
Zhang Guoheng happily took the money and held it in his hand. He moistened his right finger with saliva on his tongue and started counting the bills. When he finished counting, he found that there were only two thousand yuan.
He said irritably, "Old Chen, you're a billionaire, why would you skimp on a few thousand yuan?"
“Old Zhang, you’ve owed me three thousand yuan for three months now. It’s time to pay it back. You have to repay what you borrow. Otherwise, when you enter society, if you keep borrowing money and not paying it back, you’ll find that you don’t have any friends left.”
Zhang Guoheng scratched his head and replied, "Okay, I accept the billionaire's offer. I initially thought that since you're a billionaire, you shouldn't be short of a few thousand dollars, so I'll keep it for now."
Chen Ze patted him on the shoulder: "Regardless of whether others are short of money or not, if you borrow money, repay it if you have the ability. If you don't have the ability or are in trouble, just say so. Once a person loses credibility, he will have no friends."
"Old Chen, we're all eighteen or nineteen-year-old college students, how do you know so much? You seem like a thirty or forty-year-old middle-aged man?"
Chen Ze was shocked. Holy crap! This guy actually guessed the age of his true soul. Damn it, he'd better watch his mouth in the future.
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