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

Chapter 262 Tian Qian's Husband Has a Powerful Background
"what?"

Xia He was the first to react.

"Qingye, do you mean the RMB will appreciate significantly in the future?"

The appreciation of the RMB is detrimental to exports!

"Yes." Fang Qingye nodded.

"Why? There's not much big news in the media." Xia He asked, puzzled.

"I guessed." Fang Qingye smiled slightly.

"what?!"

Xia He stared at him blankly, suddenly recalling a dinner party at an alumni reunion in Jinghai two years ago, where everyone was speculating about the extent of the central bank's interest rate and reserve requirement ratio cuts.

He secretly told me his predicted data on QQ, and the result was very close to the truth!
"Qingye, are you telling the truth?" Tian Qian looked at Fang Qingye with a skeptical gaze.

“I’ve said before, this is just my personal guess. Your husband is in the foreign trade business, and I heard Xia He said he also has official connections. He knows more than I do,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"Yes, I understand. I'll tell him your suggestion!" Tian Qian replied politely, but then added, "Because I think you have a mysterious air about you, and you're very perceptive. Isn't that right, Xia He?"

Before Xia He could speak, Lin Yajing, who was sitting next to her, laughed: "Tian Qian, your statement is a bit idealistic."

"Yes, I've never been a staunch materialist, and I feel that some things in this world can't be fully explained by materialism, like a woman's sixth sense—that's mine! And UFOs!"

"UFO? You've seen one?"

"I haven't seen it, but we often talked about this in college!"

The building is leaning to one side.

Xia He didn't participate; instead, she watched Fang Qingye.

It seems that Tian Qian's words make some sense.

Her best friend is usually very easygoing, but sometimes she's very accurate.

The three women, plus Fang Qingye, chatted until after four o'clock in the afternoon before Xia He and Fang Qingye said goodbye and went home.

"Let's go to the supermarket first, I'll buy some groceries and cook for you when we get back," Xia He said in the car.

"No need for all that trouble, we can just grab something to eat outside," Fang Qingye said.

"No way! I told you, as long as you come to Huijing, I'll make you the kind of pork belly noodles that Huijing people love to eat whenever I have time!"

"Okay, you have the final say."

“Hey, Aoba,” Xiahe suddenly said.

Do you think the RMB will appreciate against the US dollar?

"Yes, I mentioned it while we were having tea earlier."

“Well, I was wondering, didn’t you want to deposit 1000 million to trade foreign exchange? Can we do that?” Xia He said.

"What's the use?" Fang Qingye turned to look at her. "Now banks all trade in real time, just like A-shares. Short selling is not allowed. You can only buy low and sell high. I'm currently holding RMB. If the US dollar appreciates, it's worth buying now. Unfortunately, it will depreciate against the RMB in the future."

"No, our bank recently launched a service called Two-Way Foreign Exchange Treasure, which allows investors to go long and short. Opening and closing positions are done on margin, without leverage."

"Okay, I'll go to the meeting tomorrow. I'll give you the password and account, you can play with it," Fang Qingye said casually.

What does it mean to not use leverage?
However, it's good to let Xia He practice.

The next morning, he went to a branch of Oriental Bank and opened a personal foreign exchange trading account, transferring in 1000 million yuan.

Fang Qingye stayed in Huijing until Monday morning before preparing to return to Nanxin.

Xia He went to work early, while Fang Qingye slept until after ten o'clock. He ate some bread and drank a glass of milk, packed his luggage, and left the community. Xia He left him a key so he could come in directly next time without waiting for her.

Just as the car left the residential area and turned onto the street, my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Xia He calling, so I answered it via Bluetooth.

"Qingye, have you left yet?" Xiahe asked on the phone.

"What? You want to rush back to make me lunch? No need, just go to work. I just left the neighborhood."

"You haven't left Huijing yet? That's good. Don't rush off. Tian Qian's husband wants to meet you."

"Who? Tian Qian's husband?" Fang Qingye was a little surprised.

"Yes, Tian Qian called and said her husband wanted to meet you. I thought she was joking, but then her husband called me too and said he wanted to meet you." "Why does he want to see me?"

"Tian Qian said she went back and told her husband about our tea house on Saturday afternoon, and he was very interested in your suggestion, so he wants to meet you," Xia He said.

"Oh"

“He’s my best friend’s husband. We have a good relationship. You might as well meet him. Besides, Tian Qian’s husband is quite influential. He knows a lot of people not only in foreign trade but also in the securities industry. I think it would be good for you to get to know him.”

"Alright then, what time and where should we meet?" Fang Qingye asked.

"I'm too busy with work today to make it. Tian Qian contacted you. Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, her husband's name is Qiao Yongfeng."

"Okay, you go ahead with your work, I'll wait for Tian Qian's call."

Fang Qingye hung up Xia He's call, and less than two minutes later Tian Qian called: "Qingye, where are you now?"

“I just left the neighborhood where Xia He lives.”

"Okay, drive to the 3rd floor of Building C, World Trade Center, and there's a restaurant called Wugu Gengpin. My husband will treat you to dinner there, and we can chat while we eat."

"Ok."

Fang Qingye turned on the navigation, and it took more than half an hour for the car to arrive at the World Trade Center International Plaza. After parking in the underground parking lot, he took the elevator to the third floor and found a restaurant called Wugu Gengpin. As soon as he entered, someone called him.

"Aoba, here."

It was Tian Qian, sitting at a table on the side.

Fang Qingye walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Excuse me, my husband is driving here and should be here in about ten minutes," Tian Qian said. "What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever."

"Okay, waiter." Tian Qian called the waiter over and quickly ordered a few dishes.

"The Anhui cuisine here is quite good. Xia He and I sometimes come here to eat," Tian Qian said.

The two chatted for a few minutes, when a middle-aged man in his forties hurried over. He had a square face and looked like a northerner.

"Yongfeng, over here." Tian Qian waved, and the man strode over.

"Come, let me introduce you to my husband. This is Fang Qingye, Xia He's friend, and this is my husband, Qiao Yongfeng."

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

"Hello, Mr. Joe."

After the two shook hands, Qiao Yongfeng took out a pack of "Supreme 95" cigarettes from his pocket and asked, "Mr. Fang, would you like a cigarette?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Qiao Yongfeng lit one for himself and then asked Tian Qian, who was sitting next to him.

"Have you ordered yet?"

"Hey, light your cigarettes!"

"Hehe, just this one."

After lighting his cigarette and taking a puff, Qiao Yongfeng asked, "Mr. Fang, I heard that you used to work at the Nanxin branch, but you resigned?"

“Yes, I resigned last fall,” Fang Qingye said.

"Are you involved in real estate?"

"Not really, it was just a project I did with a friend."

"Oh"

As the two were talking, the waiter brought the food up.

"Mr. Fang, since you're driving today, please don't drink alcohol. Eat more vegetables," Qiao Yongfeng greeted him warmly.

After a while, he asked again, "I heard from Tian Qian that you were chatting at Lin Yajing's teahouse on Saturday. From what you said, the RMB will appreciate significantly against the US dollar. Can you tell me why?"

(End of this chapter)