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

Chapter 252 The "Four Heavenly Kings" of the Futures Market

"Who is there?"

"Ye Qingjun, the former member of the Ningbo Daredevil Team, have you heard of him? I'm quite familiar with him. He's the one who invited me this time. You might not have heard of Lin Guangmao, Ge Weidong, and Fu Haitang, but they are all experts in futures trading."

Oh my, how come I've never heard of that?

Aren't these the legendary "Four Heavenly Kings" of the futures trading world? How come they've all gathered in Shanghai?

Fang Qingye immediately became interested: "Sure, I'll go and get to know them."

"Okay, where do you live? I'll come pick you up and we can go together."

"It's near the University of Political Science and Law," Fang Qingye said, revealing the name of her hotel.

There was an event going on that evening, so Fang Qingye called Bai Ou to explain the situation: "Bai Ou, why don't you come with me?"

"Never mind, I still need to prepare for my thesis defense. You go ahead, but try not to drink too much," the girl said.

"Okay, let's go to Sheshan tomorrow."

Not long after dinner, Fang Qingye received a call from Shi Guangrong, who said he would be downstairs at his hotel soon and asked him to come down.

Fang Qingye changed into a casual suit, went downstairs and out of the lobby, and saw a taxi parked outside. Shi Guangrong was sitting in the back seat and waving at him.

After Fang Qingye got into the car, Shi Guangrong said to the driver, "Go to the Securities Association."

Fang Qingye knew that the Securities Association Shi Guangrong mentioned was not the Shanghai Stock Exchange located in the Lujiazui Financial and Trade Zone, but a high-end clubhouse located on the 27th floor of the Shanghai Securities Building.

It is said that it was established in 1997 along with Shanghai Securities Exchange, and has since secured a place in the financial world with its unique status and influence.

Poly Group has invested as much as 1 million yuan in this club, and many securities industry elites have chosen to join. The minimum membership fee is 30 yuan.

Fang Qingye had visited once before her rebirth; the place was magnificent, elegant, and warm.

"Who organized this today?" Fang Qingye asked.

“It’s Ye Qingjun,” Shi Guangrong replied.

"Oh, why are you organizing this cocktail party?"

"It wasn't explicitly stated, but everyone understands: it's a celebration of making money trading Zhengzhou cotton futures," Shi Guangrong chuckled.

That's it!

The car drove for another forty minutes before arriving at the Securities Building. Fang Qingye followed Shi Guangrong to the top floor of the Securities Association building.

In the elevator, Shi Guangrong told Fang Qingye, "Ye Qingjun and the others also went long on cotton futures, withdrew midway, and then went long again later."

"Why are we withdrawing?" Fang Qingye asked curiously.

"He didn't say, but I heard it was related to my classmate Zhao Yanjing. Zhao Yanjing told them not to go long, and he didn't dare to disobey and had to withdraw. Later, when the situation became clear, he went back in and made a profit."

That's it!

"Glory, your classmate is really something!" Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"Yes, it's a pity he's too stubborn and self-willed. It seems he won't be able to return to Shanghai anytime soon."

"Hey, why didn't Zhao Yanjing let you withdraw halfway?" Fang Qingye asked again.

"Zhao Yanjing probably wouldn't even look at my meager funds."

As the two chatted, the elevator stopped and the doors opened, so they stopped talking. A waiter was standing at the door, and Shi Guangrong took an invitation out of his pocket and handed it to him.

The waiter glanced at the invitation, then at Fang Qingye beside him, and said, "Mr. Shi, please follow me."

“Those who are invited can bring one more person in. I was originally planning to bring Yiling, but since you’ve come to Shanghai, I’ll definitely bring you,” Shi Guangrong said as he walked.

"Heh, I don't even want my wife anymore," Fang Qingye laughed.

Shi Guangrong and Jiang Yiling don't seem to be married, but they live together, so Fang Qingye follows the local custom.

"Brothers are like hands and feet, wives are like clothes."

"Fine, fine. You're tough in front of me, but let's see if you dare say that to Jiang Yiling?"

The Securities Association building is spacious and fully equipped, featuring a coffee shop, a Chinese banquet hall, VIP rooms, a securities research center, and a securities corridor, all with unique characteristics. The cocktail party was held in the VIP room, where there were already more than twenty people, mostly men, with one woman who looked younger and seemed to be a companion brought by one of them. Of course, there were also female service girls dressed as maids attending to the guests.

As soon as Shi Guangrong entered, someone greeted him: "Mr. Shi, you've arrived." It was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a suit and tie, holding a cocktail in his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Ye," Shi Guangrong greeted him quickly.

"And who is this?" Ye Qingjun asked, looking at Fang Qingye beside him.

"His name is Fang Qingye. He's a friend of mine who also works in futures trading. He came to Shanghai today, so I invited him over for a get-together," Shi Guangrong explained with a smile.

"You're Fang Qingye?!" Ye Qingjun stared at Fang Qingye in surprise.

"Mr. Ye, do you know me?" This time it was Fang Qingye's turn to be surprised.

"Hehe, I haven't met you before, but your name is legendary." Ye Qingjun shook hands with Fang Qingye, then turned to the people who were drinking and chatting.

"Everyone, let me introduce a friend to you."

Seeing everyone's gaze turn to them, Ye Qingjun said, "His name is Fang Qingye. I don't need to elaborate on what happened in Zhengzhou cotton futures a while ago, do I?"

Upon hearing Ye Qingjun's introduction, a thin man immediately came up and shook hands with Fang Qingye: "Hello, Mr. Fang, my name is Fu Haitang."

Hey, hey.
Is it Fu Haitang, who is known as the "Northern Beggar" in the futures market?
"Hello, Mr. Fu," Fang Qingye thought to herself as she shook hands with a smile.

Next, a man with a rather honest-looking face and slightly older age came over with a smile and shook hands with Fang Qingye, introducing himself as Ge Weidong.

Eastern Heretic?

We've already met three of the Four Heavenly Kings. What about Lin Guangmao, nicknamed "Western Madman"?
Two more people came over to shake hands and introduce themselves, but neither of them was Lin Guangmao.

Fang Qingye certainly wouldn't ask who Lin Guangmao was; she was just curious earlier. After everyone finished introducing themselves, she took a cocktail and whispered to Shi Guangrong, "Guangrong, did you tell everyone about our deal with Zhengmian?"

"No." Shi Guangrong quickly shook his head and lowered his voice:

"I haven't known Ye Qingjun for very long. I did mention that I also trade cotton futures, but I didn't mention your name. I was even planning to introduce you to him today. I didn't expect that he would know your name."

At this moment, Ye Qingjun walked over again, smiling, and said, "Mr. Fang, you must be very curious about how I know your name?"

"I am a little curious," Fang Qingye replied.

"There are really no secrets in the futures market, especially since you're going head-to-head with Zhao Yanjing. Impressive!"

Zhao Yanjing?!

Fang Qingye, Shi Guangrong's college classmate, turned her gaze to Shi Guangrong again.

“You don’t need to look at Mr. Shi, he didn’t mention it to you. I know Zhao Yanjing quite well, he once asked me to investigate you.”

"Zhao Yanjing is investigating me? Investigating me for what?" Fang Qingye pressed.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that not many people would be interested in your personal experiences," Ye Qingjun added.

Fang Qingye smiled and said nothing.

“Alright, Zhao Yanjing is a thing of the past, let’s not mention him. I admire Mr. Fang’s courage to stand up to Zhao Yanjing,” Ye Qingjun said.

“Mr. Ye, you overestimate him. Zhao Yanjing is the deputy general manager of Guotou Xin'an Shanghai branch. He probably has billions of yuan in funds. How could I dare to confront him head-on? It would be like an egg hitting a rock,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"But you, like an egg, managed to break the stone. Come on, let's have a drink." Ye Qingjun raised his glass.

If it weren't for what Shi Guangrong said in the elevator earlier, Fang Qingye would have been a bit confused, but now she understands things much better.

Ye Qingjun was saying that he himself couldn't withstand Zhao Yanjing's pressure, while Fang Qingye was not afraid.

What am I afraid of?
Even if he has a powerful background, what does it have to do with me?

Futures trading is just for fun, a way to make some money.

Fang Qingye raised her glass, and the two of them drank it down in one gulp.

Just then, a young man walked over with a wine glass in his hand.

"Fang Qingye, it's you."

(End of this chapter)