I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 223 Zhao Yanjing from Yanjing
Two 5000 lots make 10000 lots, or 5 tons of cotton futures.

Currently, the price of cotton futures for both contracts is hovering around 16000 yuan per ton, which means that Shi Guangrong has invested 9000 million yuan in one go.

Generally, the total position is controlled between 30% and 50% of the total funds, which means that Shi Guangrong has about 2 million to 3 million yuan in funds on hand.

Fang Qingye smiled and said, "Then I'll buy 5000 lots of each."

"Row!"

Of course, building a position is not something that can be done in a day or two; it takes at least a week to ten days. With the two of them investing a total of 200 million yuan, the price of cotton futures will not rise too much.

The two discussed the details of the transaction for a while, and after finishing their business, Shi Guangrong invited him to go fishing.

Fang Qingye would refuse invitations to drink or sing karaoke, but fishing was an option.

"I have all the fishing rods here, don't worry. How about we go to Jinyang Fishing Center?" Shi Guangrong asked meticulously.

"Why would you go fishing in an artificially bred fishpond?" Fang Qingye said. "Let's go somewhere further away this time. I'll take you there."

"Do you know where to fish in Shanghai?" Shi Guangrong asked in surprise.

"Of course, we're going to Qingpu."

"Row!"

The two drove separately. Fang Qingye took Shi Guangrong to a place called Xintongbotang, located under the Xintongbotang Bridge on the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway. The waters here are wide and deep, with many fish. Before Fang Qingye was reborn, he would drive here to fish whenever he had time in Shanghai.

Moreover, the scenery here is quite nice.

Now he felt a bit like he was revisiting an old haunt, and his mood was naturally pleasant. However, what he didn't expect was that Shi Guangrong's fishing skills were just as bad as Miao Hongbin's back then.

Fishing ponds with domesticated fish are alright, but wild fishing is a nightmare, though we still enjoy it immensely.

Near the end of the afternoon, Shi Guangrong suddenly received a phone call.

"Yanjing, you're back in China? Great! Where's Zhang Lan?"

"Zhang Lan has already arrived in Shanghai. Are you planning to settle down here? That's wonderful! I'll treat you to a welcome dinner tonight!"

"Want to keep a low profile? I know. I don't invite others. I've made a friend who graduated from Shencai University and is also a master of futures trading. You'll definitely be interested when you meet him."

"Alright, it's settled then. The Grand Hyatt Shanghai, I'll treat you to the most authentic Shanghainese cuisine!"

After hanging up the phone, Shi Guangrong said to Fang Qingye, "I have a good friend from university who has returned from a business trip to the United States and is preparing to take up a position in Shanghai. I'm planning to host a welcome dinner for him tonight and would like to invite you to join me."

"Is it really appropriate for me to go when you old classmates meet?" Fang Qingye said.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Let me tell you, my friend’s name is Zhao Yanjing, and his wife’s name is Zhang Lan. We were college classmates.”

"After graduating from the Central University of Finance and Economics, Zhao Yanjing went to the University of Chicago in the United States to pursue a master's degree. After returning, he worked at the headquarters of SDIC Trust & Investment Corporation. This time, he was transferred to Shanghai to serve as the deputy general manager of its subsidiary in Shanghai. He is very skilled in securities, especially futures investment, and I admire him very much."

SDIC Trust & Security!

Its full name is Guotou Xin'an Futures Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Guotou Securities. Although this company is not as well-known as foreign banks such as Citibank and Morgan Stanley, or even as well-known as joint-stock companies such as China Merchants Securities and Guotai Junan Securities, it is still a subsidiary of Guotou Securities.

But those in the industry know very well that he is low-key and mysterious because he is a large investment company wholly owned by the state!

This is what is known as the national team.
To be able to become the vice president of the Shanghai branch, you must be really capable.

Before her rebirth, Fang Qingye had heard of this person's name. She had heard that he had a powerful background, but she had never had any dealings with him. Now, she suddenly had the urge to meet him.

“Okay,” Fang Qingye agreed. Shi Guangrong immediately made a phone call to order food. The two packed up their fishing gear and returned to the city. After dropping off their gear at Hongqiao, Shi Guangrong called Jiang Yiling along. They quickly tidied up and headed straight to the Jinmao Grand Hyatt Hotel.

The three arrived at the hotel, took the elevator to the restaurant on the 86th floor, and soon after entering the private room, a waiter led a man and a woman into the room.

The man was about the same age as Shi Guangrong, tall and imposing, wearing a very well-tailored suit, but the smile on his face couldn't hide his arrogance.

"Yanjing, long time no see." Shi Guangrong quickly smiled and gave Da Da a hug.

“I’ve only just been transferred to Shanghai, so we’ll see each other quite often,” Zhao Yanjing said. “You’re practically a local bigwig in Shanghai.”

"Haha, how could I, a local bully, possibly outdo you, a newcomer?" Shi Guangrong laughed heartily, then said to the woman beside him, "Zhang Lan, now that Yanjing is back by your side, are you relieved?"

Zhang Lan sighed after hearing this: "Sigh, how many men can you really trust? Isn't that right, Yiling?"

“Exactly,” Jiang Yiling immediately agreed.

The two men laughed again.

Shi Guangrong then introduced him, saying, "This is the friend I mentioned, Fang Qingye, who is also a master of futures trading."

“My classmate, Zhao Yanjing, is the deputy general manager of the Shanghai branch of SDIC Xin'an. His wife, Zhang Lan, also works at SDIC Xin'an.”

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." Fang Qingye stood up and shook hands with him.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, where do you work?" Zhao Yanjing shook his hand lightly, then let go.

"I went back to my hometown, Nanxin in Jinghai, and opened a seedling and flower company in the county town," Fang Qingye said truthfully.

"Saplings and flowers?" Zhao Yanjing was taken aback: "How come you're the same as Guangrong?"

"Hehe. Yanjing, we met through trading orchids." At this moment, Shi Guangrong interjected: "President Fang's orchids are better than mine, and he's also better at stock trading and futures than me."

"Really? There aren't many people that Shi Guangrong can admire." Zhao Yanjing joked as well.

"There are two here! You, and General Manager Fang!"

The four of them sat down, and the dishes were served quickly: crystal shrimp, stir-fried shrimp, jellyfish head in aged vinegar, and smoked fish—all local Shanghainese dishes.

Shi Guangrong also opened a bottle of Wuliangye liquor.

Fang Qingye said she couldn't drink and drive, but Shi Guangrong disagreed: "It's okay, I'll find someone to drive you back to the hotel." He immediately took out his phone and made a call.

Since that was the case, Fang Qingye had no choice but to give up.

The four of them ate and chatted, but they mainly listened to Shi Guangrong and Zhao Yanjing. Perhaps it was because they were old classmates meeting, or perhaps it was because Zhao Yanjing was from Yanjing and was acting like a chatterbox.

However, the conversation revolved around financial investment, from the 09 financial crisis to the domestic four trillion yuan investment, from the booming domestic economy to the stock market's slump, and finally to futures.

The three men, their faces flushed from drinking, heard Zhao Yanjing ask:
"Glory, I heard you say on the phone that you're trading futures. What kind of futures are you planning to trade?"

Although Shi Guangrong was dizzy, he was still rational: "Yan Yanjing, if I were doing this alone, I would tell you without hesitation, but since I'm with Qingye, it's not convenient to disclose anything. Please forgive me."

"Actually, I can guess which variety you're going to trade," Zhao Yanjing said with a mysterious smile.

"What breed?"

"Zhengmian".

(End of this chapter)