Chapter 200: Forty Years of Fortune
"Mr. Li, in fact, we are in this business! We care a lot about the trust between customers, because after all, there are risks. If we don't trust each other, it will definitely be very unpleasant in the end."
Liang Jiasheng's smile disappeared from his face, and he said coldly, "In Mr. Li's case, I suggest that my assistant take charge. He also graduated from a prestigious university."
"I'd better not trouble you, Mr. Liang. Thank you for your hospitality."
Li Ye didn't even wait for Liang Jiasheng to finish speaking. He stood up from the sofa, nodded slightly at him, turned around and left the office.
No matter how good your business ability is, but I sat there for half a day and didn’t even get a cup of tea. Am I here to get PUA for money?
Li Ye walked out of the securities firm with a sullen face, and Pei Wencong hurriedly caught up with him.
"Mr. Li, you... Liang Jiasheng is actually telling the truth. Even a top broker like him cannot fully understand the trend of the Hang Seng Index.
Besides, he doesn’t usually do this kind of small business, but speculating on the Hang Seng Point is so dangerous, we must rely on his ability.”
Pei Wencong already knew Li Ye quite well. From the conversation between the two just now, he knew that Li Ye hated Liang Jiasheng's proud attitude.
Liang Jiasheng was very arrogant when he was in school, but he had the capital to be arrogant because of his good family background and strong abilities, and he also had a haughty look towards many people in Hong Kong Island.
For example, to him, Pei Wencong.
But Li Ye stopped and said to Pei Wencong: "Do you need to tell me the dangers of speculating in Hang Seng stocks? What I value is a person's professional ethics. No matter how capable he is, and how he looks like a god, do you think I should trust him?"
“Let me ask you, who is God?”
“.”
Pei Wencong was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Okay, Mr. Li, you have the final say on how you spend the money."
After getting in the car, Pei Wencong asked Li Ye again: "My other classmate's office is a bit small, does Mr. Li still need to go and take a look?"
Li Ye was feeling unhappy and nodded expressionlessly. Amin hurriedly drove the car.
Pei Wencong's other classmate's office was not far away, but it was indeed a little small as he said.
I rented an office in a shabby office building. The sign of Jinbo Financial Consulting Company at the door was a bit shabby. There were no assistants or female secretaries inside.
There were two middle-aged customers, arguing with a man with balding hair.
This is obviously a shell company!
Pei Wencong smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Li, if we only talk about professional ethics, he is better than Liang Jiasheng."
After Li Ye and others entered the consulting company, the bald man simply greeted Pei Wencong and then started arguing with the two aunts.
Pei Wencong wanted to interrupt the classmate, but Li Ye waved his hand to stop Pei Wencong.
If Li Ye were asked to speak Cantonese, he would definitely not be able to do it fluently, but he has no problem understanding Cantonese.
He had already heard that the bald man was not arguing with the two aunts, but was trying to persuade them.
"The market is not good right now. Don't be so impulsive. The price-earnings ratio of those two stocks is almost 300 times. How can you still buy them?"
"I can trade for you, but there is no market that can guarantee a profit of 15 points. Don't go to Zhu Datou! He will make you lose all your money."
The two middle-aged ladies originally wanted to entrust the bald man to trade two stocks, and claimed that "it's not your fault if there is a loss", and even threatened to switch to another company, but the bald man earnestly advised them to be cautious.
The three people argued for at least twenty minutes before they finally came to a conclusion. The bald man tried his best to help them with the trading, but he still had the final say on which stock to buy.
The two middle-aged ladies took out bundles of Hong Kong dollars from their bags and gave them to the bald man, not knowing whether it was all their family assets.
"Bo Zai! We have been trading stocks for so many years, and you are the one we trust the most. But if you always have this kind of business attitude, you will never become rich."
"It doesn't matter whether it's developed or not, you can't make someone jump off a building, right? People should have a conscience!"
After listening to the last few sentences of the conversation between the three people, Li Ye became interested in this man with premature baldness.
Because he looks very much like a fund manager Li Ye knew in his previous life.
The same hairless head, the same "conscience".
In his previous life, on the eve of the fight between Da Mao and Er Mao, Li Ye accidentally saw the promotion of a gold medal fund manager on a Taobao page and was hooked in.
Then there are a lot of falls and pitfalls, leaving you with scars all over your body.
During this process, there was a small-time fund manager who left a deep impression on Li Ye.
As soon as the big and second big market started, he limited the subscription quota of the fund under his name, and investors could only buy 100 yuan of his fund every day.
After the war had lasted for two months, he lowered the quota again, selling only 50 yuan a day, and finally, he simply closed the subscription channel.
However, during the entire 22 years when the fund market was in a state of mourning, the fund under the name of this fund manager rose by 15 points against the trend, which can be described as a bright spot in the sea of green.
This was the only fund that made money for Li Ye, so he remembers it clearly.
In other words, if the fund manager is not sure that he can make money for his clients, he might as well not take any clients.
And during this period, what about those other gold medal fund managers?
They have all kinds of publicity, all kinds of overseas appearances, and all kinds of analysis reports one after another, and they are just short of putting up a bright slogan - "Uncle, come and play! We are so addicted here."
Damn it, no matter whether you buy or sell, the fund managers make money. They are the ones who are guaranteed to make a profit. Even if you die, they will still skin you alive.
And this "Bo Zai" in front of him seemed to have some professional ethics just as Pei Wencong said.
"Acong, why did you come to my place today? I heard that you are rich now. It's rare that you still remember me, Heiyu Bo."
Bo Zai sent the two middle-aged women customers away, and was busy pouring tea for Li Ye, Jin Peng and Hao Jian, while chatting and laughing with Pei Wencong.
When pouring tea for Li Ye, he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, everyone. I was indeed a little inconsiderate just now. Sorry, sorry."
Li Ye thanked the man for the tea first, then said, "Don't be so polite. I think it's good. Are the two ladies in front of you old customers?"
Hearing Li Ye's Mandarin, Bo Zai was stunned at first, then said in Mandarin with a heavy accent: "Yes, yes! I have known them for four or five years. I made some money in the past few years, but the market is not good this year, so I talked to them a little more."
At this time, Pei Wencong said: "My friend from the mainland wants to speculate on Hang Seng. You can have a good talk with him."
"Fry the Hang Seng point?"
Bo Zai was stunned, then turned around and asked Pei Wencong quickly in Cantonese: "Does he know what the Hang Seng Point is? It's easy to get liquidated."
Pei Wencong said helplessly: "He is very persistent, and his requirements are very simple. Good ethics, see the decline to 700 points."
“Bearish on the decline to 700 points?”
Bo Zai's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Li Ye again.
He looked at Li Ye deeply for a few times, then suddenly bent forward and stretched out his hand: "What's your name, brother?"
Li Ye stretched out his hand and shook it gently, saying, "My last name is Li, what's yours, brother?"
"Oh, I have a business card."
Bo Zai quickly found a business card and handed it to Li Ye.
Li Ye couldn't help but smile when he saw it.
It turns out that this man is called Luo Runbo. He holds a Master of Laws from the University of Hong Kong and a license as a solicitor. However, he is working in the financial securities industry, which is "not his proper job".
Luo Runbo may be used to Li Ye's smile, and he said without minding: "Mr. Li is the most decisive investor I have seen in the past six months. I am not optimistic about the prospects of Hong Kong stocks. The Hang Seng Index may indeed fall below 700 points, or even lower, and the time will not be too far."
Before Li Ye could say anything, Pei Wencong said in surprise: "Abo, why are you so pessimistic? I just came from Liang Jiasheng, and he didn't think the Hang Seng index would fall below 700."
"Hasn't the Liang family killed enough people in the past few years?"
Luo Runbo said this coldly and then remained silent for a long time before continuing: "I am not pessimistic about Hong Kong Island. I am pessimistic about Britain."
Li Ye looked at Luo Runbo who was in a depressed mood and finally took him seriously.
Most of the Hong Kong people he saw these days believed that the British Empire was still strong and that the Iron Lady would be able to resolve the dispute quickly.
Luo Runbo was the first Hong Konger Li Ye met who was not optimistic about Britain.
But his vision was ultimately limited. He failed to see that after this dispute, Hong Kong's financial market became even more prosperous with the support of the North.
Perhaps realizing that he had said something wrong, Luo Runbo quickly adjusted himself and asked Li Ye about his plan: "How much capital do you plan to invest, Mr. Li?"
Li Ye said: "500,000 Hong Kong dollars, bearish to 700 points, you come and help me operate."
Pei Wencong frowned and asked Li Ye in a low voice: "Mr. Li, are you sure you want to go all out?"
Li Ye only had more than 500,000 yuan in funds on his account. He originally wanted to exchange more than 200,000 yuan for US dollars as a bonus for submissions. Now that all of it was suddenly invested in the futures market, Pei Wencong was still a little worried.
"What do you mean by gamble everything on one throw?" Li Ye said, "I get paid every month, how can I gamble everything on one throw?"
"Yes, yes, you do have money coming into your account next month, please feel free to use it as you wish."
The profits from "The North Wind Flying" are still flowing back to Talang Publishing House, so Pei Wencong is not afraid that Li Ye's 30,000 US dollars will fly away.
In the end, Li Ye signed a commission contract with Luo Runbo, asking him to manage the 500,000 Hong Kong dollars on his behalf.
Hao Jian and Jin Peng thought about it and started to discuss in a low voice. They received a large sum of dividends this year, but it was all in RMB. It was very troublesome to change it into Hong Kong dollars, and even on the black market, it was often out of stock.
After finishing all this, it was already noon. Luo Runbo invited Li Ye and others to have a meal. Although it was just a small restaurant, the food was good in terms of taste and sincerity.
After finishing the meal, Pei Wencong said to Li Ye apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li. I made an appointment with Master Huang to tell my fortune many days in advance. He notified me yesterday that I would come this afternoon. I'll let Amin take you guys for a tour, okay?"
"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing, we'll just take a look."
Li Ye had no objection, but Hao Jian said, "Mr. Pei, since it's about fortune telling, why don't we go and have it done? I've heard in Pengcheng that the masters in Hong Kong Island are very good at it."
Fortune-telling is very popular in Hong Kong Island, but due to the severe crackdown in the mainland in recent years, it seems to have become more mysterious, so Hao Jian is a little curious.
"I'm not sure if he can receive you. How about we go together and I'll ask for you?"
Pei Wencong thought about it and decided to take Li Ye and others with him and let them wait outside. If the master inside was not happy, they could just leave.
After arriving at the place, Master Huang's assistant asked Li Ye and others to wait outside and only let Pei Wencong in.
Li Ye didn't care, he didn't really believe in these things, but Hao Jian was a little disappointed.
In fact, he mainly wanted to calculate the situation for his daughter, Hao Cuicui.
. . . . . .
After Pei Wencong entered, he greeted Master Huang respectfully and then told him what was on his mind.
"Master, I recently met a man from the north. Can you help me calculate whether his fate is compatible or incompatible with mine?"
Master Huang stared at Pei Wencong's face for a long time, with surprise in his calm eyes.
Then he asked about Pei Wencong's horoscope and started fortune-telling, and in the end he even took out ancient books.
Anyone who has seen a Chinese doctor knows that once the doctor starts flipping through books, it’s time to go to hell.
So Pei Wencong was almost scared out of his wits.
The British Hong Kong government is not a good man. If they get him killed because of Li Ye, who can he turn to for justice?
“It shouldn’t be like that!”
Master Huang calculated for a long time before he said doubtfully: "According to your face, horoscope and hexagram, there is indeed a noble person in the north who can give you forty years of good fortune."
“.”
Pei Wencong's soul flew away, flew away directly.
Forty years of good fortune?
Is there such a hexagram?
Is there such a fate?
Let alone forty years, even if he were given twenty years of good luck, he would not be far from those top rich people!
Bah, what are you thinking? Ten years is a blessing.
Thanks to the book friend "Feng Wu Jiu Tian?" for the 10,000-point reward. I am very happy to have my brother still here with me all the way.
Thanks to book friend 33021208824673 for the 500-coin reward.
Thanks to book friend HatsuneAkina for the reward.
Thank you all for your generosity.
(End of this chapter)
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