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

Chapter 337 The Rich Second Generations Go to Shanghai

Actually, she knew about Fang Qingye before.

A rising star in the futures market, he made a name for himself by speculating on cotton futures, overshadowing the so-called "Four Heavenly Kings".

He is a very low-key person. Apart from frequently interacting with a man named Shi Guangrong who trades futures in Shanghai, he has no close relationships with anyone in the futures industry.

He spends most of his time in his hometown county, running a nursery.

Further investigation revealed that he had established an investment company in Shanghai and had already invested in several companies, including Ele.me.

Based on the information she gathered, Yang Yanqiu found nothing special about Fang Qingye. In particular, his family background was considered a Brahmin family even in a small county town, but compared to those so-called three-generation families, it was simply insignificant.

I don't know why Qiao Yongfeng attaches so much importance to this?
Forget it, I don't want to.

Yang Yanqiu knew that Qiao Yongfeng didn't want her to know some of his family's secrets, or the circle behind them, since she was just his friend and business partner, not his wife.

Sigh. Let's get to work.

Yang Yanqiu composed herself and began to read the documents.

Fang Qingye soon received a call from Qiao Yongfeng, saying that Bangcheng Trading was willing to invest 200 million yuan.

“Okay, once Ele.me has prepared its valuation report, we’ll go to Shanghai together to discuss the details,” Fang Qingye said.

"Okay, let's get together for a couple of drinks then, it's been a long time since we've seen each other," Qiao Yongfeng said with a laugh on the phone.

He drank alcohol again.
Thankfully it wasn't in Beijing; otherwise, Qiao Yongfeng would probably have been drinking 60-proof Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

Since Qiao Yongfeng agreed to invest 200 million, and his own Tuofang Technology invested another 150 million, the total would be 600 million.

This round of financing should be enough.

We are just waiting for KPMG to issue the valuation report.

Time flies, and by mid-March, Nanxin was ablaze with flowers and greenery. Fang Qingye received a valuation report from KPMG on Ele.me, sent by Wang Chenyang, which estimated the market value at approximately 30 billion RMB.

As expected, Fang Qingye sent the valuation report to several investors and finally agreed to travel to Shanghai on March 16 to discuss investment matters with the Ele.me team.

Around 8 a.m., Fang Qingye had just gotten up and was eating a plate of noodles made by her grandmother at the nursery when she heard a car horn outside the nursery gate.

Within two minutes, Song Dahai walked in.

"Have you eaten yet?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Ate."

Kerry Group did not invest this time, but Song Dahai insisted on going to Shanghai to join in the fun and even asked his company for leave.

Fang Qingye was a little confused: "You go to Shanghai often, what's the big deal about it?"

"Hehe. We've never been together before."

Fang Qingye ignored him.

Fang Qingye quickly ate her meal, and her friends arrived one after another, including Li Le, Qian Xiaoli, and Zhang Mingxuan, making the nursery lively.

Even the workers were curious: what were the rich kids from Nanxin doing here so early today?
"Oh, thank goodness you haven't left yet." A young man rushed in; it was Shi Yong, who was complaining about Fang Qingye as he ran.

"Brother Fang, why are you leaving so early? I almost couldn't get up."

"Shi Yong, why are you joining in on something that has nothing to do with you?" Fang Qingye retorted. "Of course." Shi Yong smiled smugly: "Today, all the rich second-generation kids from Nanxin are out in Shanghai. How could I miss such a good thing? Oh, Brother Fang, you're a self-made millionaire."

Fang Qingye was both annoyed and amused. When she looked at the people who had come over, she saw that they were all dressed in designer brands and looked very slick.

Qian Xiaoli, who usually prefers to go makeup-free, also wore light makeup and sunglasses, exuding a mature and sophisticated aura.

One more is fine, it doesn't matter if I have to pay for the round trip.

After finishing her meal, Fang Qingye quickly packed her luggage and drove her Mercedes out of the nursery. She was surprised to see a row of luxury cars parked along the roadside, all of them Mercedes, BMWs, and Audis.

What happened to Qian Xiaoli's Volkswagen Polo?
They actually replaced it with a brand new Audi A6L.

Damn, thank goodness it's not a supercar, otherwise people in Shanghai would think it's a street racer.

However, the sight of these six luxury cars heading towards the highway exit still attracted the attention of passersby.

"Hey buddy, look! The rich kids are all out in force!" a young man riding an electric scooter said to his companion sitting behind him.

"Damn, where are these bastards off gallivanting so early in the morning?" the young man behind him cursed, but his tone revealed envy.

Oh shit!

When will I be able to own a BMW or Mercedes and join their ranks?
It seems that just having a car isn't enough; you don't even qualify unless your family assets are in the hundreds of millions or billions.

"Hey, look at the license plate of that Mercedes at the front, isn't that Fang Qingye's car? How come he's hanging out with these rich kids?" The young man on the bike couldn't help but say after discovering a secret.

Fang Qingye has become a newly rich man in Nanxin City in just two years. Unlike other rich second-generation, he started from scratch. With 200,000 yuan borrowed from his best friend Song Dahai, he was invincible in the stock and futures markets. In just three years, it is said that his assets have reached hundreds of millions and he has also invested in several companies.

He's even more awesome than the God of Gamblers in Hong Kong movies!

However, unlike these rich kids, Fang Qingye is very low-key and doesn't do anything despicable like bullying men and women. She also rarely goes to entertainment venues.

I've heard that his biggest hobby is fishing; he's practically a model youth for the new generation.

Why am I walking with this group of people today?
Fang Qingye drove at the front of the convoy. He wasn't going fast; his average speed was 80 km/h before they even got on the highway.

He also warned everyone in a hastily created QQ group via voice message: "Once we're on the highway, follow me closely and don't speed! Especially Shi Yong, did you hear me?!"

"Don't worry, Brother Fang, I will absolutely obey traffic rules and will definitely not exceed 120 km/h, okay?"

I set off from Nanxin in the morning and drove for nearly two and a half hours to reach Shanghai. I checked directly into the Ritz-Carlton Pudong, which I had booked. It is located in the Shanghai International Financial Center building, where Fang Qingye's company had just moved in not long ago.

"Everyone, please check in and rest first. We'll go to the restaurant on the 60th floor for lunch in half an hour. After lunch, rest for a while, and then meet downstairs at 2 o'clock sharp to go to the Ele.me company. Dahai and Shiyong, you two are free to do whatever you want."

While checking in at the front desk, Fang Qingye spoke to everyone.

“How can that be?” Shi Yong disagreed: “Brother Fang, Dahai and I want to go with you to take a look. Can we skip the meeting?”

"Okay," Fang Qing agreed.

Each person checked in with their own suitcase. Fang Qingye washed her face and then called Qiao Yongfeng.

"Mr. Qiao, have you arrived in Shanghai yet?"

"Still on the way, don't worry, I guarantee it won't delay the 3 p.m. meeting."

"OK."

(End of this chapter)