Chen Ze sat down next to Wang Siyu.
Ye Guoqiang took a drag of his cigarette and then said seriously, "Chen Ze, Siyu is my niece. She was willing to leave the Wang family in Kyoto and come to this place to be with you for your boyfriend. I hope you can treat her well and not let her suffer any more grievances."
"Uncle Ye, don't worry. As long as I'm here, I will never let her suffer any injustice. I'm willing to be her umbrella in the wind and rain, I'll be the first to stand in front of her in the face of swords and become her shield, and I'm willing to stand in front of her in the hail of bullets, becoming her human bulletproof vest."
"Hmph! You're such a smooth talker. By the way, I saw in the Shenzhen Evening News that you've made billions. With so much money, why bother going to university? Wouldn't it be better to focus on starting your own business?"
Chen Ze shook his head and said seriously, "Uncle Ye, I once heard Professor Zeng say a famous quote: 'A person cannot earn money beyond what he knows.'"
"If a person lacks knowledge and understanding, even if he is lucky enough to make some money, he will soon lose that money for no reason."
Ye Guoqiang scoffed, "You actually believe what that old swindler says? There's no basis for such claims. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously."
Regardless of whether others believed it or not, Chen Ze believed that without profound knowledge, how could a person possibly know how to manage their wealth?
Ye Guoqiang raised his wrist and checked the time: "Alright, the leader I'm meeting will be here soon, you two can go back now."
He originally wanted to inquire about the company's subsidy policy, but unfortunately, the leader told him to leave, so Chen Ze could only pull Wang Siyu away from the private room.
After dropping Chen Ze off at school, Wang Siyu drove back to Chiwan Villa.
The next day, February 3rd, in the early morning, Chen Ze and Shen Xiyu were in the office, typing away at their keyboards, constantly selling off their stocks.
The two were busy until the market closed, and Chen Ze and his team only managed to sell half of their shares.
In the early hours of February 4th, Chen Ze and his partner repeated their actions from the previous day, continuing to sell Tesla stock. Finally, after a frantic rush, they managed to sell all their shares before the market closed.
Chen Xiyu printed out a thick stack of stock trading data.
"Secretary Shen, can you calculate how much profit we still have after deducting the exchange's transaction fees and corporate income tax?"
Chen Xiyu took out a calculator and, after a few taps,...
He said, "Our principal was $1.3 billion. Tesla stock doubled, so $1.3 billion multiplied by 2 equals $2.6 billion. After deducting 8% for transaction fees and stamp duty of $160 million, we still have $2.44 billion left."
Chen Ze pressed a few keys on the computer and said, "This year's exchange rate is 1 US dollar to 6.6 yuan, with a total profit of 16.14 billion yuan."
In the afternoon, Chen Ze instructed Shen Xiyu:
"Secretary Shen, let's go to Hong Kong together. We'll talk to HSBC and see if we can get a discount on the fees for transferring money to the mainland."
"Okay, boss."
The two went downstairs and immediately got into the Audi.
"Uncle De, let's go to Shekou Port. We're going to HSBC in Hong Kong."
"Okay, boss."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the car stopped in front of HSBC. Chen Ze and Shen Xiyu got out of the car. Chen Ze looked around and saw the skyscrapers and bustling streets of Hong Kong. At this time, Hong Kong was much more prosperous than the mainland.
After a moment of reflection, they turned and entered HSBC. The two went to the VIP customer room, where they were greeted by a manager surnamed Liu.
Chen Ze first introduced himself, and then stated his request.
“Mr. Chen, your amount is huge, I don’t have the authority to give you a discount. Please wait a moment, I’ll go and call our bank manager.”
A short while later, Manager Liu returned, giving Chen Ze an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, our bank manager said that we cannot offer discounts on handling fees."
"If it doesn't work, then forget it." He turned to Shen Xiyu and instructed, "Secretary Shen, have Manager Liu transfer all the money in our account to Grey Wolf Investment Company."
"Okay, boss."
Half an hour later, all the money was transferred to the Grey Wolf Investment account.
In order to get back, he did not linger and immediately drove back to Shenzhen.
At 5 p.m., the two arrived at the Shenzhen Tax Bureau. Chen Ze picked up his backpack and walked inside, while Shen Xiyu followed closely behind, carrying a bag.
At this time, the tax bureau hall was empty, with only a middle-aged man wearing glasses handling business at the window.
Chen Ze came to a window.
The staff member asked, "Hello sir, do you need to pay individual income tax or corporate tax?"
"Corporate tax." With that, he took out a stack of documents from his backpack and stuffed them into the window.
Then he said, "This is proof of income."
Upon seeing so much data, the staff quickly called over two assistants to help her calculate the total amount of funds.
In the office of the tax bureau chief, a bald old man was leisurely having afternoon tea with Ye Guoqiang, the municipal party secretary.
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door.
The bald old man lazily called out, "Come in."
"Click".
The door was opened from the outside, and a female staff member walked in in a panic.
"Director Zhao, a big fish has arrived."
"Ah Zi, what a big fish! What's with all this panic? Have you even paid a hundred million in taxes?"
"Director, this time the tax revenue could reach 1.2 billion."
Upon hearing this number, Director Zhao was so shocked that he dropped his teacup on the ground with a loud crash.
Is it one of the top ten companies in Shenzhen?
Azi shook her head: "Neither. I have never seen or heard of this person."
Ye Guoqiang's hand, which had been holding the teacup, also stopped.
Director Zhao ignored the teacup on the ground and stood up abruptly: "Let's go take a look."
Secretary Ye Guoqiang couldn't resist his curiosity and got up to follow. He wanted to see which company was so powerful that it paid over a billion yuan in taxes at once. Even Tencent, a giant in Shenzhen, only made a little over 10 billion yuan in profit each year.
Director Zhao approached the window, glanced at Chen Ze, and realized he didn't recognize him. He then carefully examined the financial documents. Three minutes later, he pushed up his glasses with his left hand and said, "Mr. Chen, your stock certificate is fine. I'll process your tax certificate now."
Chen Ze, standing outside the window, was extremely frustrated. The beautiful female staff member had suddenly left, replaced by a bald old man. Looking at his bald head, he felt a bit uncomfortable.
So when asked by the bald man, he replied with an annoyed look, "Fine, but please hurry up, I need to get back for dinner."
Director Zhao, being a shrewd old fox, could naturally sense the other party's impatience, but he didn't care. He was always very polite to people who made great contributions to the country, because he was a patriot.
He typed on his computer while directing two beautiful female staff members to assist him.
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