Chapter 120: Finding the Next Tenant
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Liu Yiqian immediately glanced toward the nearby guesthouse. A twitch flickered across his face. “Isn’t that Tang Wanxin?”
Chai Jin smiled. “I didn’t expect that guy who hauled several freight cars to be him.”
“Mr. Liu, compared to Zhonghai, the Shenzhen market is far more unpredictable. Playing here comes at a much higher price.”
This was the first time Chai Jin soared infinitely in Liu Yiqian’s estimation.
A few months ago, Liu had first seen Chai Jin in Fudong—unremarkable, barely even qualified to be on the fringe of their circle.
Later, because Cai Weiqiang often brought him along, Chai Jin became a familiar face in their circle.
Then, hearing from a relative connected to a large machinery import-export company, Liu was stunned to learn Chai Jin was the man who sold twelve thousand subscription certificates. That fact shook him deeply for a long time.
And now, at this moment, Chai Jin had made an even bigger move.
Was this a game fit for an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy?
Given time, to what heights might this youth rise?
It took Liu Yiqian a long while to calm his shaken spirit. He forced a wry smile. “Mr. Chai, what price do you intend to set for the subscription certificates?”
Chai Jin smiled. “Friends are friends, business is business. We must keep them separate if we want a long-term relationship.”
“1,200 yuan per certificate. If your ‘Cultural Square Gang’ is interested, I’ll have them delivered straight to your clubhouse first thing tomorrow when sales open.”
“Cash only.”
Without hesitation, Liu Yiqian agreed immediately: “No problem!”
“But I still need to go back and meet with them. After all, you know we’re self-organized scalpers.”
“Also, how many certificates do you have on hand? I want to allocate properly to avoid internal disputes.”
1,200 yuan was a very moderate price.
Both men understood the certificates would certainly be speculated upon.
But Shenzhen’s subscription certificates differed from Zhonghai’s.
Zhonghai issued only slightly over two million certificates this year, with no further issuance planned. All subsequent draws would come from that pool.
Hence, prices could be inflated to an outrageous 8,000 or even 10,000 yuan!
But Shenzhen was releasing five million certificates in a one-time sale, and those who missed out would lose their chance.
Therefore, the underlying value was less exaggerated.
By profit calculation, about 1,600 or 1,700 yuan was probably the ceiling.
Chai Jin wanted quick cash and also aimed to leave a good impression with Zhonghai’s “Cultural Square Gang.”
So he settled on a compromise price of 1,200 yuan.
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Liu Yiqian, having scraped through the securities market, understood this well.
Chai Jin smiled: “Allocate between 100,000 and 110,000 certificates, please.”
“Can you give me an answer tonight? As you see, my people are already waiting out front. Once the market opens tomorrow, I can start moving the certificates to you.”
“Also, make sure the funds are ready.”
Liu Yiqian glanced at the time: “There should be enough time, but Mr. Chai, I need to arrange this immediately.”
Chai Jin smiled: “Fine. I’ll get off here. Mr. Liu, once you’ve arranged everything, give me a call.”
He pushed open the vehicle door, ready to leave.
Liu Yiqian curiously asked, “Let me see you off, Mr. Chai?”
Without looking back, Chai Jin waved his hand dismissively: “No need. I saw someone I know. I’m going over to say hello.”
“Talk later.”
“Someone you know?” Liu Yiqian watched as Chai Jin approached a young man who was busily taking photos, a puzzled look on his face.
But there was no time to waste.
He had to hurry back and notify the “Cultural Square Gang” who came with him, so they could prepare the cash immediately.
Starting the car, he left.
The young man Chai Jin was approaching was the one Liu had been observing for a long time from inside the car—around twenty-something, with long hair parted cleanly to the side and the fresh air of an intellectual youth of this era.
He wore a chest badge that identified him as a reporter for a certain newspaper.
At that moment, he was looking around, snapping pictures.
Chai Jin approached and offered him a cigarette. “Reporter?”
The young man glanced at him politely, smiling softly: “Sorry, I don’t smoke.”
Then he resumed taking photos with his camera.
Chai Jin did not take offense and smiled: “What do you think—how many people here will actually get a subscription certificate when they go on sale tomorrow?”
The young man looked at him curiously and smiled: “Who knows?”
“That shows our country’s policies are improving. The public is gaining market economic awareness.”
“That’s the credit of the reform and opening up.”
Chai Jin shook his head with a smile, then looked up and waved toward Tang Wanxin, who was holding binoculars at the guesthouse on the other side.
In fact, Tang Wanxin had been watching Chai Jin for some time now.
At this moment, he lowered the binoculars, furrowing his brows with a grave expression.
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One of Tang’s subordinates approached: “Boss Tang, what’s wrong?”
Tang Wanxin shook his head. “That young man down there—isn’t he the one who appeared in Liu Yiqian’s game in Zhonghai that day?”
The assistant looked through the binoculars: “Yes, it should be him, Boss Tang. What are you thinking?”
Tang Wanxin fell silent for a moment, then shook his head: “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Never mind. Go inform those waiting in line. They must hold their ground. Sales start tomorrow—no surprises.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Tang Wanxin’s unease toward Chai Jin was not without reason.
Because much later, he would be utterly devastated by Chai Jin in the stock market, his hair standing on end in horror.
At that time, he would curse and wail, wishing he could kneel and call Chai Jin ‘master.’
But that was a story for another time.
Also ruined and left crying at home for days was the very reporter Tang was now seeing!
At this moment, the young man seemed unremarkable, but soon he would become the greatest market tycoon in China’s stock market!
Leader of the Zhongke faction, Lü Liang!
His fate in the previous life was a mystery as well—after being ruined by a major insider trading scandal, he vanished. Dead or alive, no one knew.
Tang Wanxin of the Delong faction and Lü Liang of the Zhongke faction were the founding giants of China’s capital markets. Even by 2020, the games played in the capital markets were just recycled tactics from these two.
At this moment, by some twist of fate, both appeared together in this square.
Even more miraculously, they met Chai Jin, who had been reborn.
That man, destined to trap them both and send them wailing, would become a lifelong nightmare for these two tycoons.
Seeing Lü Liang uninterested in chatting, Chai Jin didn’t waste time lingering here.
He hailed a car by the roadside and returned to the courtyard house.
Inside the yard, Old Huang and the others had all gathered.
At this moment, Old Huang, Liu Shan, and Su Wenbin were stunned speechless.
Especially Liu Shan, who nearly lost control of his bladder.
They had just heard an extremely shocking story.
Told by Fang Yi and Liu Qingwen together.
The two said, “Actually, the big boss behind you isn’t us, but that Chai Jin who worked alongside you in the factory.”
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