Those Years When I Was Forced to Top the Forbes List

Chapter 232 Let nature take its course
Without public opinion monitoring, the government tends to be slow to react to "rumors" circulating online.

The following afternoon, He Zhiya reported to Leader Huang, who then learned that the battle in the stock market for Changzheng Capital had ended. After learning some post-battle information, Leader Huang called.

At this moment, Chen Xuebing was enjoying the last bit of comfort in Sanya, Hainan, before the sweltering heat of June and the peak of the tourist season. When he saw the call from Leader Huang, he had prepared a whole bunch of words in his mind.

To Chen Xuebing's surprise, the first thing Leader Huang said was not the kind of urging he had imagined.

"Not bad, you made over 120 million in one go?"

Today is Friday, the last trading day before the holiday. BOE Technology Group Co., Ltd. hit the daily limit again, with a share price of 2.88 yuan. Chen Xuebing's more than 200 million yuan worth of BOE Technology Group Co., Ltd. shares have already earned him nearly 130 million yuan.

Chen Xuebing's information was hidden within Southwest Securities, but his several accounts were almost transparent to Leader Huang.

He smiled modestly and said, "It's all just temporary gains."

The usually outspoken leader Huang hesitated for a moment: "Yufu Capital has some idle funds recently. In your opinion, what's the outlook for the stock market?"

"At least a year of bull market." Chen Xuebing stated succinctly and clearly, without any attempt to conceal anything.

To cooperate with the government requires capability; the bull market will come soon. If he tries to cover it up, the other party will think he has poor foresight.

After saying that, he added on his own initiative:

"Does Leader Huang want Chongqing Capital to invest in our fund? How much?"

It's not impossible for the government to invest. Although the scale of funds being operated is too large now, the liquidity of the stock market is also increasing. It's like a plastic bag in a supermarket; it looks full, but if you shake it, you can still squeeze in a little more.

Leader Huang fell into deep thought again.

Of course I want to vote.

Yufu borrowed 200 million yuan and earned 53 million yuan in just over a month. Now, it has acquired 200 million yuan worth of BOE technology and earned another 60 million yuan. If BOE's stock price continues to rise, it is poised to double in value.

The old Long March Capital was like a white steamed bun, looking pretty good, but you didn't know what the filling was. Now, Leader Huang has the ability to see through things and can see everything clearly inside.

With its thin skin and generous filling, it has a delightful aroma of oil.

Who wouldn't be tempted by this?
If the government had the ability to make money, why would it be frowning and making a budget every year?
But Leader Huang wanted even more.

It would be even better if we could make money without having to share it.

"Well, I was thinking of letting Yufu Capital give it a try. After all, asset management companies can't do without stock trading! But Yufu is a new company, and they don't have enough market experience yet. Could you give them some guidance?"

Chen Xuebing was stunned. He touched his forehead and felt that the sea breeze was no longer so gentle, and it even seemed to be trying to take a bite out of him.

"Manager Huang, you mean... if we don't invest, we'll help them speculate? For free?"

Having spoken so frankly, Leader Huang didn't hold back either:
"It's not free, you know. For the ten million yuan you borrowed, forget about the interest. Just give us a symbolic one percent!"

Chen Xuebing exclaimed, "Wow, ten million becomes one percent, two million, that's eight million! Let me help you with stock trading!"

You're thinking of Peach
Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them.

The trust license is still in their hands.

"Boss, how much money do you plan to invest in the stock market?"

"Five hundred million."

Chen Xuebing wanted to curse, but then he thought better of it and said, "Yufu doesn't have much money in its accounts, does it? Besides the few hundred million yuan used for restructuring bad debt state-owned enterprises, there's only that 800 million yuan in guiding funds for the eighteen county-level enterprises. Aren't you going to invest?"

Leader Huang felt that he was asking a bit too many questions.

Isn't that obvious? He's a member of the Standing Committee and the deputy mayor, not the mayor in charge. How much money could he possibly have? Besides the money that's already been allocated to him, what other money could he possibly use?

But since he needed their help, he still offered an explanation:
"We can invest in companies in batches! If we make money with this capital, we can invest in more and better companies."

Chen Xuebing's questions came one after another: "I remember the municipal government signed agreements with the Maotian Cement Plant in Pengshui, the hotel in Dazu, and the shoe factory in Rongchang, right? Are all these investments going to be postponed?"

He only wanted to ask about Maotian Cement, but considering that his investment acumen was too sharp in the eyes of Leader Huang, and fearing that Leader Huang might have his eye on what he had already acquired, he had to feign interest twice.

After thinking for a moment, Leader Huang said, "Yes."

"How about this? If we're going to cooperate, let's have a comprehensive one. Our Gu'an can select some advantageous projects from Yufu's projects awaiting investment and restructuring for joint development. For large projects, Yufu will take the lead, but Gu'an will have a participation role. For some smaller projects in counties, Gu'an can take the lead. What do you think?"

Besides eyeing Maotian Cement Plant, Chen Xuebing was also coveting Chongqing Bank and Southwest Securities, which were being restructured by Yufu. If he were to invest in these companies, he would have five licenses: banking, trust, guarantee, and fund. The only thing he would lack was insurance.

Of course, he couldn't possibly take the lead in Chongqing Bank, and it would be difficult for him to get a controlling stake in Southwest Securities either, as they are both local companies. It would be good enough if he could just become a shareholder.

He doesn't necessarily have to develop the Maotian Cement Plant himself; having a government asset management company background might make things go more smoothly.

“Sure! I think it’s excellent!” Leader Huang immediately agreed. Although he was unsure what Chen Xuebing wanted, he did not refuse a company that could solve his problems. A financial private enterprise like Changzheng Capital with outstanding capabilities was a rare resource for Chongqing.

"However, your priority should be to resolve the issue of bad debts for small and medium-sized enterprises. As for investment matters, you can directly contact He Zhiya."

"Okay, I'll arrange the stock market for him after the holiday."

The two didn't exchange many pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

Chen Xuebing watched as the sun, no longer too bright, scorched the sea to a caramel color. He stretched, squinted, and drifted into slow, thoughtful contemplation.

In the future, state-owned capital operation enterprises like Chongqing Yufu and companies with the nature of AMC (asset management company) will play an increasingly important role.

Partnering with Yufu means forging an unbreakable bond with the future of Chongqing. Any interests or demands can be communicated through this bond, without having to go to the leaders for every matter.

It's safer to wait a few years like this.

Actually, it's relatively safe to only establish a connection with Leader Huang. He's an economically minded official, and his way of negotiating is quite simple: exchanging favors for favors. As you do more business together, he might sometimes give you some extra VIP services or ask you to do something for free.

This way of getting along is quite good.

A white arm wearing a glass bracelet reached out, took his phone which he had carelessly placed on the ground, wiped the sand off it with a tissue, and put it into a small shoulder bag.

Chen Xuebing opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Danting.

"Aren't you going to play for a while longer?"

When you come to Hainan to relax for a few days, of course you should bring a female companion.

Cheng Danting had taken a long leave of absence from school due to her mother's illness and the online registration system. She had just returned to Chongqing two weeks ago, and now that it's May Day, she was unsure whether to go home. So Chen Xuebing invited her to Sanya for a trip.

Cheng Danting had never seen the sea before, so she was quite happy to accept the invitation.

The two of them arrived at noon, and by the time they checked into the hotel and went to the beach, it was already three or four o'clock.

Chen Xuebing answered the phone one by one, while she went to play by the sea for a while before stopping and returning to the deck chair area.

At this moment, Cheng Danting was covered with a white bath towel, and underneath the towel, a light blue one-piece swimsuit hugged the girl's slender curves.

The Kailai Resort Hotel where they stayed boasts the longest private beach in Sanya, offering a tranquil atmosphere with few visitors.

Not far away, a girl wearing the same swimsuit was playing with a group of people on the beach, but in terms of figure, she was far inferior to Cheng Danting. If Cheng Danting went over there, that girl would understand the embarrassment of wearing the same outfit.

But she just lay there, covering herself with a towel, her legs swaying slightly, like a seabird hesitating whether to flap its wings.

"The water's a little cold," she muttered softly, her arms unconsciously crossed in front of her.

With a smile in his eyes, Chen Xuebing pointed to a spot and said, "Didn't you say you were a swimming expert when you first came? And that you were going to swim to the buoy?"

"That was said on the shore!" Her ears burned as she looked at the girl wearing the same swimsuit not far away.

"and……"

Her voice trailed off: "The back straps of this swimsuit seem to be tied incorrectly..."

Chen Xuebing smiled and teased, "Oh, a double loop knot, right? I can do that. Your bow is really no good, it comes undone easily. I'll tie it for you when we get back to the hotel."

"No, no." Cheng Danting dared to flirt with Chen Xuebing while she was dressed, but now that she wasn't dressed... no, she was wearing a thin layer of gauze that could be taken off at any time, and she felt extremely insecure. As she spoke, she wrapped the bath towel even tighter.

"What are you thinking about? I said give it to me after you take it off, and I'll tie it for you." Chen Xuebing waved his hand, then stopped looking at her and pretended to be thinking seriously.

Cheng Danting pursed her lips, looking at Chen Xuebing's slightly lazy profile, and felt inexplicably at peace.

"Once a person becomes successful, they will always be busy. Even when they go out to travel, they will have endless things to deal with, and they will have no time to appreciate the most beautiful scenery."

She had high expectations for Chen Xuebing's world, believing that people would be very free once they reached a certain level, but after actually seeing it, she felt that it wasn't what she had imagined.

"Not necessarily. Sometimes it's just a bit of a 'workaholic' phase. In the early stages of a startup, you always have to be busy for a few years. We're still young, no need to resist." Chen Xuebing, resting his head on his arm and squinting at the setting sun, suddenly chuckled and pointed to the sky, saying, "Look at those clouds, don't they look like 'uncontrollable factors' that suddenly appear in a financial statement? One second they're perfectly orderly, the next they're scattered beyond recognition."

Hearing this, Cheng Danting seemed to be testing her. She turned her head to the side, a few strands of her hair were lifted by the sea breeze, she casually brushed them aside, and took the initiative to join the conversation.

"But once the clouds disperse, the sky becomes clearer. It's like what you talked about on the plane at noon about Pang Donglai. It's actually a strategic loss-making strategy. It sounds scary, but it's for better cash flow, right?"

Chen Xuebing raised an eyebrow and looked at her with interest: "You've been learning a lot about economics lately."

“I’ve only learned a little bit.” She held a seashell she found on the beach and turned it between her fingers. “But more than the story, I prefer to see the story behind them. For example, this seashell may have been swept away by the waves hundreds of times, but in the end it’s lying flat here.”

"Lie flat?" Chen Xuebing suddenly sat up and laughed, "Lie flat? I think it's waiting for the seawater to carry it to the next stop."

"And what about you?" Cheng Danting blinked her long eyelashes. "Will you continue to brave the waves, or occasionally become a seashell basking in the sun?"

Chen Xuebing turned his head to examine Cheng Danting's features, which seemed to have been gently sculpted by the spring breeze—her eyebrows were neither thick nor thin, like two willow leaves lazily leaning against her forehead; her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners; her nose bridge wasn't particularly high, but it was exquisite; the tip of her nose was slightly upturned, revealing a touch of playfulness; and her lips were of moderate thickness, a light pink.

Beneath his delicate features lay a soft, supple body, a haven he desperately needed after a long period of tension.

He smiled slightly and held out his hand, saying, "Right now, I don't want to think about anything, I just want to let loose a little."

Cheng Danting hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should reach out and let him grab her.

Chen Xuebing was an experienced manipulator, and seeing her slight panic, he immediately relaxed.

"Let's eat meat to our hearts' content! I'm starving. The hotel has a buffet; let's go have a feast."

Cheng Danting smiled easily, which made her lips seem brighter, and her hesitant hand grasped Chen Xuebing's palm.

Cheng Danting changed into a refreshing outfit and went downstairs to eat with Chen Xuebing.

It has to be said that hotels that can charge 2000 yuan per night these days have really good food quality, and the seafood is quite fresh.

However, this is at the beach.

I wonder if consumers would be willing to buy a hotel with both high-quality service and high prices if one were to open on the banks of the Wujiang River in Chongqing.

Cheng Danting was right. Chen Xuebing was already a self-aware workaholic. Even when he was on vacation, he would unconsciously look for business opportunities.

Fortunately, after a satisfying meal, Chen Xuebing's mind began to clear. He patted his stomach contentedly and returned to his guest room floor like a seal.

Cheng Danting covered her mouth and chuckled. It was unusually cute for a man who was usually so aloof to do this.

The two rooms were some distance apart. When they arrived at Cheng Danting's room, Chen Xuebing took out his room card from his pocket, waved it at her, and raised an eyebrow.

"Won't you come to my room and talk?"

Upon hearing the question, Cheng Danting blushed slightly, froze, and clasped her hands together, unsure how to answer. She subconsciously shook her head.

Chen Xuebing was not discouraged and continued to smile:

"I have a refrigerator in my room with a bottle of sparkling wine frozen inside. Aren't you going to use it?"

This statement is both a temptation and a test.

After all, Cheng Danting didn't swim today, nor did she drink any iced beverages while eating, so Chen Xuebing couldn't know some of the girl's more private physical conditions.

Cheng Danting blushed and shook her head again.

Chen Xuebing smiled and persisted, "It's very delicious!"

It's just like the Big Bad Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood.

Cheng Danting finally found it very funny and burst out laughing.

"Hmm." She nodded.

The two walked toward Chen Xuebing's room.

As they approached the door, Chen Xuebing stopped and looked at Cheng Danting somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh no, I forgot to buy sparkling wine."

"Huh?" Cheng Danting was a little surprised and didn't know what to do.

But the two were already very close. She leaned against the wall and realized there was no sparkling wine at all. She could only feel that Chen Xuebing's burning body temperature was lying.

Chen Xuebing stopped pretending, pressed himself against the wall behind her, and kissed her.

The movements gradually became rougher after Chen Xuebing's fingers touched his slender neck.

"Hmm~" Cheng Danting hummed softly.

The hotel corridor lights cast their shadows, which were blurred together, onto the wall, and the sound of breathing in the corridor was somewhat heavy.

"Beep." The door opened.

The two entered the room with unsteady footsteps, and the door slammed shut.

Let everything inside take its natural course.

(End of this chapter)