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

Chapter 225, Section 224: "I never underestimate my opponents, but I still stick to my ideas."

"You had a few drinks last night, but you shouldn't be that excited, right? Come on, let's go eat and chat."

Fang Qingye led Shi Guangrong up to the second-floor restaurant, where they each got their own food and sat down to eat together.

"Qingye, what are your thoughts on what my classmate said yesterday?" Shi Guangrong asked impatiently.

Fang Qingye did not answer immediately, but instead asked, "What's the background of your classmate Zhao Yanjing?"

“Three generations of their family have worked in the financial system. The grandfather worked in finance in the liberated areas before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the father worked at the central bank, and the mother worked at the China Development Bank.”

"You have a very strong background," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"That's right, he's a typical model student with impeccable political credentials, and he's quite outstanding among our group of classmates, so you don't need to doubt whether what he said last night was accurate. He wouldn't lie to me," Shi Guangrong said.

"It seems your classmate is planning to short Zhengzhou Cotton Mill," Fang Qingye said casually.

"Yes, he meant well last night, reminding me not to go against him, otherwise it would be like an egg hitting a rock, and I would lose badly."

"So, you're now starting to deny your previous ideas?"

"I don't know whether to stick to my original idea or listen to him, so I couldn't sleep all night last night," Shi Guangrong said with a soft sigh.

“Actually, you’ve already started to listen to Zhao Yanjing’s opinion in your heart,” Fang Qingye said.

Shi Guangrong didn't answer but looked at Fang Qingye: "What about you? We agreed to stand together through thick and thin."

"I won't change." Fang Qingye picked up a napkin, gently wiped her mouth, and replied calmly.

Shi Guangrong was somewhat surprised: "You haven't changed? Don't you believe what Zhao Yanjing said last night?"

“I believe him, but his words weren’t enough to change my mind,” Fang Qingye said.

After listening, Shi Guangrong stared blankly at Fang Qingye, not knowing what to say.

"Not enough?"

"Yes, I have more faith in your research in the cotton-growing areas of Shandong Province. That's the fundamentals. In addition, the domestic textile industry is in good shape and demand is strong. Based on these two points, I believe cotton prices will inevitably rise. How could cotton futures prices fall? This is the trend, and no one can go against the trend!"

“But Zhao Yanjing is backed by Guotou Xin'an, and as far as I know, he controls billions of yuan. If he shorts the market, his power should not be underestimated,” Shi Guangrong retorted.

"So, compared to the information Zhao Yanjing mentioned, you're more worried about the billions of dollars he has, right?" Fang Qingye stared at him.

Shi Guangrong did not deny it.

"Yes, Aoba, don't underestimate him."

"I never underestimate my opponents, but I still stick to my ideas. As for you, the decision is yours."

After saying that, Fang Qingye stood up and said with a smile, "Shall we go fishing today? I didn't get enough yesterday."

Fishing?
Shi Guangrong was somewhat helpless. In the current situation, how could he be in the mood to go fishing?
But seeing Fang Qingye's enthusiastic expression, he didn't want to spoil his fun, so he agreed.

This time, Fang Qingye didn't drive her own new car but rode in Shi Guangrong's car. The two returned to Hongqiao Square, picked up their fishing gear, and headed straight for the fishpond they had visited the day before.

The weather was fine at first, with clear skies, but after noon, dark clouds suddenly gathered and strong winds picked up. Before long, large raindrops began to fall, and the two quickly packed up their stall and headed home.

Sitting in the car, Shi Guangrong looked at the heavy rain outside and said, "That's strange. It's the middle of winter, and it's raining so hard."

"So, as the saying goes, the weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant. Some things seem impossible, but they do happen," Fang Qingye said with emotion.

After listening, Shi Guangrong turned to look at him and said, "Qingye, I think there's something more to what you're saying." "Haha. Let's drive."

Shi Guangrong escorted Fang Qingye back to the hotel. Fang Qingye told him that he would return to Nanxin the next day and continue to buy cotton futures as planned.

Shi Guangrong drove back with mixed feelings. He couldn't understand why Fang Qingye was so certain that cotton prices would continue to rise.

Back at his company, Shi Guangrong told Jiang Yiling in detail about his conversation with Fang Qingye that day, and Jiang Yiling frowned as well.

"Glory, what are you going to do? Should you listen to Zhao Yanjing or Fang Qingye?"

Shi Guangrong remained silent, holding his teacup and lost in thought.

Seeing Shi Guangrong's state, Jiang Yiling came up with another idea: "Why don't we call Zhao Yanjing again and ask him what he thinks?"

Shi Guangrong shook his head.

“Zhao Yanjing made it very clear during dinner last night that he works in public funds and has his own rules. He only revealed this information to me because of our classmate relationship. If I ask any more questions, he will laugh at me.”

"But by revealing this information to you, you've put yourself in a dilemma."

"Yes, it's a dilemma," Shi Guangrong murmured. "But ultimately, a choice must be made. Let's do as Fang Qingye says, and do more!"

"why?"

Jiang Yiling wanted to ask, but seeing Shi Guangrong's expression, she didn't bring herself to ask.

Once a man has made a decision, don't interfere with his thoughts.

In a high-end residential community in Pudong, Shanghai, Zhao Yanjing sat on the living room sofa, answering a phone call.

It was Ye Qingjun's phone call.

One was from the upper class elites, and the other was a roughneck from the underworld. Their meeting was quite dramatic, starting with the Ningbo Daredevil Team.

In previous years, the Ningbo Daredevil Team was known in the A-share market for its ability to seize "limit-up" stocks. They made a living by taking advantage of major shareholders, decisively buying in and quickly withdrawing, averaging one stock every three days.

This unconventional and aggressive approach attracted the attention of relevant departments, who then issued a warning through certain channels, stating that this practice could not continue.
It was around this time that Zhao Yanjing went south to Shanghai and met Ye Qingjun, one of the members of the suicide squad.

Soon after, Ye Qingjun left the daredevil team and switched to the futures market, while the daredevil team also disbanded not long after, with everyone going their separate ways.

This morning, Zhao Yanjing called Ye Qingjun to ask him if he knew anything about Fang Qingye, and he called back in the afternoon.

"Mr. Zhao, Fang Qingye is indeed from Nanxin. He used to be the assistant branch manager of Dongfangxing Nanxin branch. He resigned last October and, like Shi Guangrong, opened a seedling and flower company in the county town."

"The two of them are indeed birds of a feather," Zhao Yanjing snorted.

"As for futures, apart from making a profit from cotton futures trading with Shi Guangrong last year, there hasn't been much activity. Oh, there's something else." Ye Qingjun said, seemingly suddenly remembering something.

"what's up?"

"According to our investigation, Fang Qingye traded cotton futures options on the last trading day in September and was lucky enough to make nearly 100 million yuan."

Zhao Yanjing was slightly surprised: "You've got some nerve, daring to trade doomsday options?"

"Yes, very few people dare to play this."

"I understand." Zhao Yanjing hung up the phone after saying that.

(End of this chapter)