After a long half-hour drive, Chen Ze's convoy finally arrived at the entrance of the Regent International Hotel in Luofu District.
However, just as Chen Ze was about to get out of the car, his phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone somewhat impatiently, and when he looked at the screen, he saw that it was Ge Weidong calling again.
Chen Ze couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why is this guy calling like he's on his deathbed, constantly urging me to answer?" Despite his displeasure, he still pressed the answer button.
Immediately, Ge Weidong's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "President Chen, where are you? We're all waiting for you here!"
Chen Ze said irritably, "I just arrived at the hotel entrance, Mr. Ge. Can you please not be in such a hurry? What's so important that you have to keep rushing me?"
Ge Weidong seemed oblivious to Chen Ze's displeasure. He excitedly said, "You've arrived! That's great, I'll come pick you up right away." With that, he hurriedly hung up the phone.
Chen Ze shook his head helplessly, then gestured to his bodyguard Zhao Youde to open the car door.
The car door slowly opened, and Chen Ze got out of the car. He first straightened his clothes, and then walked steadily toward the hotel.
Just then, Ge Weidong emerged from the hotel with seven or eight people. He smiled broadly, strode up to Chen Ze, extended his hand warmly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you in person. You've kept us waiting!"
Chen Ze shook hands with Ge Weidong, a faint smile on his face.
"President Ge, your name, Beidi, is renowned in the industry. It is a great honor to meet you today."
Ge Weidong's appearance is too ordinary. He has a round head, big ears, and small eyes. Although his features are regular, they are not particularly distinctive.
With such an appearance, no one would notice him in a crowd, let alone realize that he is a billionaire.
However, standing right behind Ge Weidong were seven or eight owners of cotton companies. These were no ordinary people; each of them was a billionaire, and any one of them could cause quite a stir if they stepped forward.
When these business owners saw that Ge Weidong had invited a young man who was only in his early twenties, their eyes immediately filled with doubt.
One of the short, stout bosses stood directly behind Ge Weidong and said loudly without any attempt to hide his anger, "Mr. Ge, what's going on here? We've been waiting for so long, and all we get is a rich kid? And for such a big event, it seems a bit inappropriate to let such a rich kid in, doesn't it?"
When he said that, although the other bosses did not immediately agree, it was clear from their expressions and silence that they actually agreed with what the fat boss said.
However, out of consideration for Ge Weidong, they couldn't say it directly.
Chen Ze looked at the man who was as fat as a pig and couldn't help but find it a little funny.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought to himself, "Me, a rich kid? What a joke! I'm a genuine self-made man, and a self-made man who earned his wealth through honest hard work."
Ge Weidong seemed to sense what President Yu was thinking, so he quickly explained:
"President Yu, please don't think that way! This Mr. Chen in front of you is not some rich second generation. I heard this from Li Yongwang in Shanghai. Back in 2010, Mr. Chen was a star in cotton futures trading and made more than 5 billion yuan!"
However, General Manager Yu completely dismissed Ge Weidong's explanation, even scoffing at it. In his view, how could a young man in his early twenties possibly achieve such remarkable success?
Even if this young man really made money, he must have had a master mentoring him behind the scenes; otherwise, he would never believe it, even if you beat him to death.
So, Mr. Yu secretly wondered to himself, maybe Chen Ze's father is a big shot in the futures industry! Otherwise, how could this kid be so capable at such a young age?
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was of his guess. Mr. Yu crossed his arms, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, and scoffed:
"Hmph, I think this kid is just a rich kid who relies on his father! President Ge, this incident is of great importance, and we absolutely cannot be careless in the slightest, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses. So, we absolutely cannot let this kind of greenhorn ruin our important matter."
“This…” Ge Weidong hesitated. He didn’t know much about Chen Ze either. Li Yongwang had mentioned to him during an interview that there was a very powerful futures trader in Shenzhen named Chen Ze who had made billions in futures trading.
Seeing Ge Weidong hesitate, President Yu became even more convinced that he didn't understand Chen Ze at all, guessing that Chen Ze was just someone who was using his father's name to show off.
He gave Chen Ze a forced smile and said, "Young man, we're talking about something important today, so don't bother us. If you'd like, I suggest you go home and invite your dad over; he'd be very welcome."
Chen Ze was very unhappy that this CEO Yu labeled him as a rich second-generation.
However, upon hearing General Manager Yu repeatedly mention that today's discussion was about something important, he secretly wondered what major event could have brought so many big bosses together. Ge Weidong was involved in cotton futures trading, so it must be related to cotton.
Chen Ze carefully recalled the major events in cotton futures in his previous life and discovered that there was indeed a major cotton futures war in 2012, caused by Claude of Louis Dafoe in the United States shorting the Chinese cotton futures market.
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