Rebirth of the Hong Kong Millennium Conglomerate

Hong Kong in June was already sweltering with heat. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, baking the asphalt until it was slightly soft, and the air itself was scorching hot. Pedestrians hurried along, wishing they could plunge into the well-ventilated buildings to escape the burning heat.

The headquarters of Qian Gu Securities is located in the most bustling area of ​​Central. Its glass curtain wall reflects the sunlight and shines brightly, making it look magnificent.

The revolving door at the entrance kept turning, and those entering and exiting were all well-dressed, composed elites, each with a shrewd and capable air unique to the financial world.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Zhang Zeyang appeared at the company entrance.

Unlike the hurried pace of others, his steps were unhurried.

Although Zhang Zeyang is young, he exudes a calm and composed demeanor.

The receptionist recognized him immediately, stood up, and greeted him with a respectful smile: "Hello!"

Zhang Zeyang nodded slightly in response and walked straight towards the office area.

As they passed the office area, the employees in the cubicles looked up, their eyes full of confusion. None of them knew that this twelve-year-old boy was their chairman.

Ignoring the stares, Zhang Zeyang walked straight to his secretary's office. The door was ajar, and he gently knocked.

"Come in." A clear and efficient female voice came from inside.

As I entered, I saw Su Qing sitting at her desk, working on documents on her computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Hearing the noise, she quickly looked up and saw that it was Zhang Zeyang. She immediately stood up and put on a professional smile: "Mr. Zhang, you've arrived."

Su Qing's ability to maintain this position is undoubtedly due to her exceptional qualities. Not only is she outstanding in her professional skills, but she is also meticulous and reliable in her work, earning Zhang Zeyang's deep trust.

Zhang Zeyang walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his long legs. He spoke calmly, "Secretary Su, how many shares of the dairy company do we currently hold?"

Upon hearing this question, Su Qing did not hesitate at all. She turned around, walked to the filing cabinet, took out a thick folder, opened one of the pages, glanced at the data on it, and then reported clearly: "Mr. Zhang, according to the latest statistics, as of yesterday's closing, Qian Gu Securities, through multiple hidden accounts, has accumulated 16% of Milk Company's shares."

She spoke clearly and logically, with precise data, clearly having done her homework beforehand and waiting for his questions.

After listening, Zhang Zeyang tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, nodded slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "16%... that number is not enough."

"Continue to buy, but it must be done discreetly. Absolutely no attention should be drawn to the market, and the board of directors of the dairy company must not notice anything unusual."

He paused, then looked up at Su Qing and said, "During this period, if there's even the slightest disturbance, even the most insignificant anomaly, you must report it to me immediately, understand?"

"Understood!" Su Qing nodded emphatically, not daring to slack off in the slightest. She quickly took out her notebook and wrote down his instructions word by word. "Mr. Zhang, rest assured, I will personally follow up on this matter to ensure that every step of the operation is foolproof."

Zhang Zeyang nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more.

After explaining everything, Zhang Zeyang got up and left the securities company.

The car drove smoothly along the streets of Central, the bustling cityscape flashing past the window. About half an hour later, the car slowly entered Repulse Bay.

The car stopped in front of the villa, where the butler, Li Fu, was already waiting.

Seeing Zhang Zeyang get out of the car, Li Fu quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Sir, you're back."

Zhang Zeyang grunted in agreement and stepped into the villa. In the living room, he took off his coat and casually handed it to a servant before turning to Li Fu and saying in a calm tone, "Uncle Fu, go and arrange for a few more cars."

Li Fu was slightly taken aback, then respectfully replied, "Yes, sir. What type of car would you like to purchase?"

In his memory, his home had everything he needed for business trips and daily use, so why did he suddenly want to buy a car?

Although he had doubts, he didn't ask any questions and simply waited quietly for Zhang Zeyang's instructions.

"Buy two Rolls-Royces. One for myself, and the other for Lingyun as her personal car. Also, buy three Mercedes-Benzes."

Upon hearing this, even the usually composed Li Fu couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Rolls-Royce! That's a true top-tier luxury car, not something you can just buy anytime. More importantly, its price is astronomical.

This is Hong Kong in the 70s, and the price level is completely different from that of later generations.

A Rolls-Royce costs over HK$200,000. What does HK$200,000 mean these days?

In Hong Kong, a typical three-bedroom apartment costs only a few hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars.

In other words, one Rolls-Royce can easily buy two or three houses!

As for Mercedes-Benz, although it is not as luxurious as Rolls-Royce, it is still a high-end car with a similarly high price.

Although Li Fu was puzzled, he maintained a respectful demeanor and replied, "Yes, sir. I will contact the car dealership first thing tomorrow morning."

Zhang Zeyang added, "Go to the study in a little while, I'll write you a check."

"Yes, sir," Li Fu replied respectfully.

After explaining the matter, Zhang Zeyang got up and left the villa. The afternoon sun was still scorching, but the sea breeze carried a slightly damp coolness, which felt refreshing on his face.

He strolled slowly along the coastline, the sand beneath his feet soft and fine, the waves crashing onto the beach again and again, then slowly receding, making a soft, gurgling sound.

In fact, Zhang Zeyang loved Rolls-Royces in his previous life.

He previously bought a Mercedes-Benz only because his financial situation didn't allow it, so he had to settle for a second-best option.

Now, he is a completely different person, having accumulated enormous wealth and possessing ample liquid funds.

Now that you have enough power, you should naturally satisfy your own preferences.

Rolls-Royce, a top-tier luxury car, far surpasses other models in both comfort and safety, making it the perfect choice as your personal vehicle.

As for the three Mercedes-Benz vehicles, they were assigned to the security team.

The special forces team of twelve people had exactly four vehicles, while the other four were for the team that followed Lingyun.

As the sun set, it painted the sky a vibrant orange-red. The sea shimmered, a breathtaking sight.

Zhang Zeyang glanced at the sky, then turned and walked towards the villa. He returned to the villa at 6:30 PM.

Zhang Zeyang first had dinner with his younger sister, Zhang Lingyun. After dinner, he played with her for a while before asking the maid to take Lingyun to wash up.

After handing Zhang Lingyun over to the maid, Zhang Zeyang went straight into the study, opened a drawer, took out a checkbook, and wrote down a number on it—one million Hong Kong dollars.

After he finished writing, he carefully checked it to make sure it was correct before tearing off the pen and handing it to Li Fu, who was waiting nearby.

"Uncle Fu, take this check to the car dealership tomorrow and make sure it gets done."

"Don't worry, sir, I will take care of it." Li Fu took the check with both hands and carefully put it away.

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