Chapter 98 The Ninety-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Eighth Day of Not Running Away...
"Yu Rong, you've finally shown your faces this time."
Zhang Zhaozhong smiled and patted Zhang Yurong on the shoulder.
Zhang Yurong's smile was somewhat forced as she subtly avoided the question, and she said calmly, "It's all thanks to Miss Wen. Without her making the decisions, the Particle Foundation wouldn't have achieved such great results."
Zhang Zhaozhong looked at Wen Chan, glanced at her, and then looked at Zhang Yurong: "That's because you have a discerning eye. Otherwise, with Miss Wen's education and background, finding a job on Wall Street would be incredibly difficult."
Zhang Zhaolin handed Wen Chan a glass of grape juice: "You can't say that. A thoroughbred horse and a discerning eye are both indispensable. You can't have a thoroughbred horse without a discerning eye, and you can't have a discerning eye without a thoroughbred horse. Miss Wen, this is grape juice."
Thank you.
This was Wen Chan's first time meeting Zhang Zhaolin.
Previously, they had only seen each other through photographs.
"I wouldn't dare call myself a thoroughbred horse, but Zhang is indeed a very good talent scout."
Zhang Yurong patted Wen Chan's hand with a smile, "You're just teasing me. You actually took my dad's compliments seriously."
Zhang Zhaolin laughed and said, "Is today a day to select the Nobel Prize winner? Why are you all suddenly so humble? This is not appropriate. Tonight's banquet is a celebration for your achievements."
The three of them took turns speaking, managing to keep the conversation flowing.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Zhaozhong and his wife were being sidelined from the center of the conversation, and they couldn't help but feel anxious.
Zhang Zhaozhong's wife tugged at his sleeve and winked at him.
The couple walked to the side.
Zhang Zhaozhong straightened his sleeves, frowned, and said to his wife Lin Mei, "Why did you call me over? Can't you see we're about to take our seats?"
Chinese banquets are ultimately different from those of Westerners.
Western banquets are more about dancing and socializing, but Chinese banquets are mainly held at the dining table, and even if there is dancing, it is just a decorative element.
Lin Mei said, "Don't be silly. There's no point in us crowding together now. We can discuss what we need to say with May when we see her alone later."
Zhang Zhaozhong was somewhat tempted, but hesitated and said, "Will it work? I heard she has already rejected many relatives."
Lin Mei's face showed a hint of smugness. "Others may not be able to, but who are we? Even if you don't care, I've watched May grow up since she was a child. She'll definitely give me some face."
Zhang Zhaozhong, with a cigarette in his mouth, thought for a moment and nodded. "I'll leave it to you. I was thinking that this matter shouldn't be known to anyone. By the way, isn't your daughter-in-law unhappy at that medical institution? Tell May to arrange a job for her cousin-in-law."
"You don't need to tell me that," Lin Mei said with a smug smile. "I've already thought it through."
Investing alone is not enough.
The key is inside information, which means we need to plant our own people inside.
Putting everything else aside, just look at this soybean futures deal. If they had invested a million earlier, their returns would be more than ten times higher!
These days, Zhang Zhaozhong and his wife are filled with regret whenever they think about missing this opportunity to make a fortune.
The banquet was very lavish, with both Chinese and Western dishes.
I don't know where Zhang's father found out that Wenchan wanted to eat pig's trotters recently, so he found a Sichuan chef and made a stewed pig's trotters dish. The pig's trotters were stewed until they were soft and tender, fragrant and sticky, and very sticky. It was as if all the essence of the dish had been stewed into a whole, full of collagen.
Midway through the banquet, Zhang Yurong left to touch up her makeup in the public restroom.
She had just come out of the public restroom when she bumped into her aunt, Lin Mei, who was coming from the opposite direction.
"Auntie," Zhang Yurong greeted.
Lin Mei called out to her with a bright smile: "Yu Rong, it's been quite a while since we last saw each other. Why don't we chat here?"
Zhang Yurong frowned slightly, somewhat knowing what her aunt wanted to say. "If you want to talk, why don't we go over to the dining table?"
She still held onto old feelings, thinking about how much her aunt had taken care of her since childhood, and how her aunt had taught her how to handle things she couldn't tell her father after her mother's death. She couldn't bear to break off all ties with her aunt.
Lin Mei, however, mistook Zhang Yurong's politeness for being taken advantage of. "There are so many people over there at the dinner table, it's not a place to talk. There's a table over there, shall we go there to chat, it'll be quieter?"
Seeing her aunt's pleading eyes, Zhang Yurong hesitated for a moment before Lin Mei pulled her to sit down at a table and chairs on the balcony.
“Yu Rong, your uncle and aunt are a little short of money right now.”
After Lin Mei sat down, she held the dinner bag in her hand and looked helpless. "Could you persuade your father to let your uncle return to the group? Even if he doesn't become the general manager, he just needs a job."
Zhang Yurong couldn't help but frown: "My father has always handled the company's affairs; I can't interfere casually."
"Then what will happen to our family, Uncle?"
Lin Mei was stunned, and looked at Zhang Yurong with red eyes: "Our family relies entirely on your uncle's job to earn money. We bought a house a few years ago, and we still haven't finished paying off the mortgage. Your cousin and his wife aren't as capable as you. They're already exhausted from their own mortgage and car loan payments."
When Zhang Yurong saw her aunt crying, she panicked and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"Auntie, let's talk this out. There's no need to cry. People will laugh at us if they see us crying."
"Let it be a joke. Anyway, our family has become a joke in everyone's eyes now. It's all because of that Susan that your dad hates our family."
Lin Mei pleaded pitifully, "If you don't help us now, our whole family will have no way to survive."
If Lin Mei hadn't mentioned Susan, Zhang Yurong might not have realized it yet.
As soon as she mentioned it, a nerve in Zhang Yurong's brain suddenly realized that something was wrong.
She calmed down and said calmly, "Auntie, it's impossible for me to go back to the company. I have limited abilities and don't know how I can help you."
"You have a way, really. You're so capable now, isn't your Particle Fund's investment return rate very high?"
Lin Mei looked up and said excitedly, "Your uncle and I have saved up two million US dollars, which we are giving to you to invest. We don't ask for too much; a 50% profit a year would be enough."
50% profit margin?!
Zhang Yurong is no longer a child.
She spent a year or two on Wall Street to work on the Particle Fund, and having observed the operations of Darren, Matt, and Wen Chan, she knew exactly what the concept was.
You should know that if any financial institution dares to promise investors a 50% profit, its doors will be swarmed with people waving cash within half a day.
Being able to guarantee a 20% profit already makes one one of the top financial giants on Wall Street.
Zhang Yurong asked, "Besides this, is there anything else?"
Lin Mei was secretly delighted, but suppressing her joy, she quickly wiped away her tears: "And then there's your cousin's wife. You know, the woman your cousin married is all looks and no skills. She can't even earn money at a medical institution and she offends people. Now that your business is booming, you'll definitely need more staff. Just find her any job you have there. The salary doesn't matter; the important thing is that she's family. Don't worry, what do you say?"
At this moment, Zhang Yurong recalled something she had asked Wen Chan earlier.
At the time, she didn't understand why Wen Chan dared to ask for 100 million right away during the negotiations. Wasn't she afraid of scaring Ge Li and the others away?
Later, Wen Chan told her that this was a negotiation technique: first, propose an impossible price, and then, with that price as a reference, you can propose a higher price than the other party expects.
This is also known as the "facade effect" strategy.
Zhang Yurong had considered using this strategy on others, but she never expected that it would be used on her by her own family.
At that moment, she felt that it was both ridiculous and absurd.
But Zhang Yurong didn't get angry. Instead, she pondered for a moment and said, "Auntie, I can't make this decision myself. I have to go back and discuss it with Wen Chan."
"Huh? We need to discuss this? Can't you make the decision? That fund is yours!"
Lin Mei was somewhat unwilling.
She could tell from Wen Chan's appearance that the woman was not easy to deal with; if Wen Chan found out about this, things would get out of hand.
Zhang Yurong looked helpless. "Auntie, you know Wen Chan is famous on Wall Street now, and she's the CEO of our fund. If I agree to this on my own initiative, she'll definitely be angry. You also know that I'm not very capable, so naturally I wouldn't dare offend her. She's capable; she can find a job anywhere."
Lin Mei frowned, and seeing that Zhang Yurong had gone this far, she had no choice but to give up.
"And what about your cousin's wife—"
Zhang Yurong shrugged. "That's right, she's in charge. So, you have your sister-in-law prepare a resume. I guarantee that as long as her resume meets the requirements, our foundation will definitely hire her."
Lin Mei's face turned green.
Just kidding, if her daughter-in-law's resume was good enough, why would she need to beg for help here?
Although Lin Mei was greedy, she wasn't stupid. She knew how demanding Wall Street was in terms of academic qualifications. There were countless Ivy League graduates there, many of whom came from wealthy families, and even they might not be able to stay on Wall Street.
Don't even dream about it with her daughter-in-law's community college degree.
Wen Chan discovered that Zhang Yurong and her aunt had returned one after the other.
When Zhang Yurong returned, she pretended to wipe her mouth with a handkerchief and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Zhang Yurong also lowered her voice, pulled out a chair and sat down: "We'll talk later."
Wen Chan nodded.
"She really said that?!" In the hospital, Wen Chan leaned against the sofa and heard Zhang Yurong vividly describe how her aunt tried to trick her, but she saw through her scheme.
Zhang Yurong sat down, took a sip of her brewed water, and said, "How could it be fake? It's absolutely true!"
Jiang Zihan looked at Zhang Yurong with admiration: "Miss Zhang, your family is so complicated. You must have had a tough time."
"No, it was clearly before..."
Zhang Yurong was about to say that she had never thought her family was complicated, but the words stopped abruptly.
People don't change overnight. Her uncle and aunt weren't as kind and innocent as she thought, and her relatives all had their own agendas. So why didn't she realize it before?
The image of her father appeared in Zhang Yurong's mind.
For a moment, she was stunned, her feelings of filial piety mixed with resentment.
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