Chapter 548 What What?
The dim white gauze from the floor-to-ceiling window fluttered in the wind.
Ups and downs...
The man prolonged the adoring look that he enjoyed.
The empty water cup on the solid wood desk was knocked over, and water marks were seen further away.
The hidden study was in a state of disarray.
“I’m sleepy…”
Lin Yiyi lay limply on Zhong Jiasheng's chest and muttered softly.
The man kissed her, his eyes became gentle, "I'll carry you back to bed and rest."
After the beginning of autumn, Lin Yiyi started drinking Sishen Soup, and her sleep time became exceptionally long and she felt particularly drowsy every day.
Zhong Jiasheng covered her with the quilt and returned to the study to tidy up the scene.
He looked happy and put everything back in place quickly.
He continued to post anonymous letters of complaint in newspapers.
The delivery is done every other day, the schedule is just right.
Zhong Jiasheng walked to the desk and dialed the phone.
It took several beeps before the call was connected.
"Hey, bro, what do you want from me?"
Yang Wanchun was taking a nap on the desk in his office and was woken up by a phone call just as he was dreaming.
"Come over again tonight."
Yang Wanchun guessed, "What's the matter? You want to go have supper with me?"
"No, the same thing as last night."
Zhong Jiasheng was in a good mood and his words were not so vulgar.
"OK."
Yang Wanchun was a little disappointed. He hung up the phone, lay down on the table and continued to dream.
The phone was hung up.
Zhong Jiasheng leaned back in his chair leisurely and simulated the course of events in his mind.
Given two rotten fruits coated in syrup and ready to be sold, should he crush them together or separately?
The Yang family sold off their 40 cargo ships early on, leaving only a dozen or so.
The Lu family's global shipping and freight company has 200 cargo ships. Apart from some ships that Sir Lu secretly sold, there are at least 100 cargo ships for sale.
Because it cannot be sold all at once, which would cause a significant drop in price, the speed of selling must be very slow.
He was unable to help the Lu family sell cargo ships abroad.
But if it were in Hong Kong, he could make sure that he couldn't sell a single one.
Overseas news only reported that oil-producing countries had reduced oil exports or even stopped production, causing oil prices to surge threefold.
Small maritime freight companies that are not well-informed will not be surprised. There was an oil crisis like this in 1973, and didn't it start to improve two years later?
Lessons learned from experience made this group of people think that this time would be the same as last time.
Now that there are imported cargo ships for sale at a 40% discount, it is natural to take advantage of the situation, but in reality, you are digging yourself into a hole and burying yourself in the process.
The collapse of the Levy dynasty in the oil-rich country is not a small contradiction.
When will it calm down, and what era will it be after it calms down?
It will take ten years or even longer to decide.
Zhong Jiasheng narrowed his narrow eyes and moved his gaze to the gun under the desk, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
If you have the capital from the background, you can go to this place to do some gun and ammunition business or become a supplier.
He could already foresee how rich he was.
We can also guess that there will not be much stable life in this oil-rich country in the future.
…
"Ring, ring, ring," the phone rang.
It also interrupted Zhong Jiasheng's thoughts.
I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, and a familiar voice came from the receiver.
"Jiasheng, are you free now?"
Zhong Jiasheng calmly sat on the desk and answered the phone, "What's the matter? Tell me."
"I got a shocking insider information. The wife of Li Chengming, the boss of Jiangchang Industrial, seems to have disappeared."
Zhong Jiasheng turned his head to look out the window and curled his lips, "Oh?"
His tone was calm but somewhat doubtful. "Is the news reliable? Is there any evidence?"
It seemed that he didn't know yet, so Lin Yan told him all the gossip he got from his good friends.
He then expressed his expectation, "If the news gets out, Jiang Chang Industrial's stock price will definitely fall. Do you think we should buy in to make some money?"
Zhong Jiasheng laughed dumbly, "It won't fall much, and I can't buy in large quantities. It will be difficult to sell if the stock price goes up again."
"But you can sell favors to people with less funds and make a small profit."
This time Li Chengming paid out of his own pocket to pull up the stock price, so the 297 million yuan he earned from cashing in Jiulongcang shares would be left with only a few pennies.
Deduct the principal of 90 million, minus the last increase in the company's stock price and the 80 million that was taken away by Zhong Jiasheng.
With all the taxes and fees, you can tell that your cash flow is about to hit rock bottom without having to do the math.
“…”
Lin Yan actually didn't want to miss any opportunity to make a profit, but he had too much work on his hands now.
If you bite off more than you can chew, you will have to give up.
Zhong Jiasheng also asked Lin Yan to find a journalist friend to publish a more detailed and in-depth economic analysis of oil-producing countries.
Destroy the fantasy of some people that the oil crisis can be resolved in one or two years.
The price of crude oil will not go down, not only that, it will continue to rise, leading to an increase in prices in the port city which is highly dependent on imports.
The shipping industry has completely passed its heyday and is entering a period of freezing depression.
There are gusts of autumn wind, but the city is still similar to summer.
It can’t get any colder.
The Hong Kong Daily published an article titled "Predicting the direction of Hong Kong in the next 10 years through the lost dynasty of oil."
The newspaper received many complaint calls that day.
100% of the comments were insults to the person who wrote the article, saying that the person is bad-mouthing the economy and is despicable, etc.
Citizens drinking afternoon tea in the tea restaurant were even more talking about it.
Some agreed and some disagreed, and the argument was so intense that their faces turned red and the whole place was in chaos.
Of course, there are also those who just watch the fun without getting involved.
Lianghao finished his wonton noodles and a plate of roast goose, paid the bill and walked back with a cup of takeaway milk tea.
The street market at 3 pm was extremely noisy and bustling.
As soon as he climbed to the 8th floor and turned into the corridor, Lianghao stopped suddenly.
There was a group of people squatting in the aisle not far ahead.
Curled up against the door of his house.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Liang Hao strode over and looked down at the woman coldly.
"...you...I think..."
Sun Fei suddenly couldn't say the following words.
She looked up at him, just one glance, and the courage she had just felt disappeared at that moment.
"...I, nothing."
She opened her lips slightly twice and quickly closed them again. Liang Hao didn't believe that what she said was nothing.
But thinking about what she said last time on the yacht, a sarcastic smile crossed his lips.
"If you have nothing to do, just move aside. You are blocking me from opening the door."
"Oh, well, I'm so sorry."
Sun Fei was a little flustered and embarrassed. With red eyes, she quickly stood up and moved aside. She apologized again for her rudeness.
"Feel sorry."
After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look him in the eye. Perhaps it was her pride that made her leave in a somewhat panic-stricken manner.
How could she ask for help from someone she had only met a few times?
It's really stupid.
But before Sun Fei reached the stairs, the man behind her grabbed her wrist.
Liang Hao frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
She was going to give it a try no matter if it worked or not. Sun Fei was at her wit's end. She mustered up her courage and said, "...Can you... lend me some money?"
"What? Money?"
Liang Hao laughed when he heard that. With his usual mean look, he sneered, "Are we familiar with each other? Who are you to me? Why should I lend it to you?"
When Sun Fei asked this question, she was prepared to have her dignity trampled underfoot, but after hearing his long string of questions, she still felt embarrassed.
She just wished there was a hole under her feet so she could crawl into it and hide.
She pursed her lips, unable to utter a word. She just wanted to break free from his hand and never appear in this corridor again.
Without waiting for her answer, Liang Hao's voice became heavier, "Speak, don't be silent."
"I'm sorry, I... I'm really sorry." Sun Fei didn't dare to look up at his ferocious expression and could only apologize.
"I shouldn't have borrowed money from you like this, I'm sorry, I..."
The woman's voice, which was obviously filled with tears, choked with sobs. She could no longer speak and all she could hear was sobs.
The two of them remained in a strange stalemate, the man holding the woman's wrist tightly and the woman sobbing silently.
Liang Hao didn't expect her to cry, and he didn't know what to do for a moment, feeling a little helpless.
Tears dripped onto the back of his hand, and Lianghao felt as if he had been burned by cigarette.
His eyebrows were about to knot. "Don't cry. How much do you want? I'll lend it to you. Is there any more?"
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