The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Fifty billion, still in US dollars.

Zhang Hua has a sense of absurd unreality.

This kind of unimaginable figure, this kind of terrifying figure comparable to a country's annual fiscal revenue, is not only impossible to earn through luck, but also absolutely impossible to achieve with insider information.

Because even if the president of a country secretly tells others the news, it is impossible for all the money to be made by one person.

This geometric rate of profit was far beyond his understanding.

But Zhang Hua did not doubt the authenticity of what Zhao Jiangchuan said. He knew that all of this should be true. For such a powerful person and such terrifying wealth, he would definitely find out with just a little inquiry.

There is no need for Zhao Jiangchuan to tell a lie that can be exposed easily.

For no reason, Zhang Hua put Zhao Jiangchuan on an equal footing in his heart. For the first time, he no longer felt the neglect caused by his age.

Without saying a word, he refuted everything he said before. This kind of logic predicts organizational ability, which even he may not be able to do.

The most important thing is that Zhang Hua knows that everything Zhao Jiangchuan says now is just a prelude.

Villains always die from talking too much.

If a stupid person might object at this time, how is that possible;

A smarter person might ask how he did it.

But Zhang Hua said nothing.

He is a smart person. What a smart person is best at is not letting others see his intelligence, but being able to accept his own ignorance. When he does not understand, staying silent is the wisest choice.

Zhang Hua is waiting.

Zhao Jiangchuan definitely didn't go around in such a big circle to tell him a story. He was waiting for Zhao Jiangchuan to tell him his true purpose, and he was waiting for Zhao Jiangchuan to tell him why.

It is easy to do it quickly, but it is not easy to do it slowly.

Waiting may seem ordinary, but being able to wait patiently is not an easy thing.

Especially when a person's heart is full of curiosity, every second of waiting will become very long.

It's just that Zhao Jiangchuan and Zhang Hua both seemed to have very good patience. One of them stopped talking after half of what he said, and the other was curious but didn't ask any further questions.

The two of them continued to make tea as if nothing was wrong.

Southeastern people are particular about drinking tea.

Drink black tea in winter and clear tea in summer.

What he is best at is Kung Fu tea.

With Zhang Hua's wealth, the tea set he used was certainly not bad. An old purple clay teapot was a bit dark in color, and the jet black color had obviously been soaked in tea for a long time.

One punch and one shot.

Once you have a cup of tea, you will get another cup.

It wasn't until he finished the second cup of tea that Zhang Hua discovered that his purple clay pot had arrived in Zhao Jiangchuan's hands.

Zhao Jiangchuan held the teapot and brewed tea skillfully. His flowing movements seemed to have a sense of beauty, which made Zhang Hua stunned.

It's not that Zhang Hua fell in love with Zhao Jiangchuan.

He discovered that without realizing it, Zhao Jiangchuan had turned his back on the guests, and the entire office seemed to have become Zhao Jiangchuan's home court.

Noda's office became very quiet at some point, and he, the real owner, seemed to have become an outsider.

It's impossible not to be shocked.

Zhang Hua knew exactly what was going on.

This is an aura, an aura that can silently influence every move of others.

But those who can possess aura are not those in high positions. Zhang Hua has only seen such aura in the first and second leaders at the provincial level.

But unfortunately, the guy in front of him, who didn't even have a few hairs on his mouth, actually affected others without knowing it.

The silence in the office is the best proof.

Even he himself found that the teapot had arrived in Zhao Jiangchuan's hands at some point.

Only then did he realize that his mind had been led away by this young man.

This meant that the initiative in the conversation between the two people had unknowingly passed to Zhao Jiangchuan.

Zhang Hua was not used to it. A little guy had inexplicably taken over the initiative. He was so fed up with it.

The most important thing is that he knows that Zhao Jiangchuan must have some purpose in talking to him here, and he doesn't want to be led by the nose step by step.

But at this moment, just when Zhang Hua was about to break the tranquility, Zhao Jiangchuan spoke again.

Uncle Zhang, you are also a senior in the financial industry. What do you think about the rise and fall of stock futures? Well, let's just talk about stocks. I wonder why you think they rise and fall?

Frequency hopping again.

Zhang Hua had the urge to scold his mother.

He had guessed it countless times, but he didn't guess what Zhao Jiangchuan's purpose was in talking to him here, let alone what kind of medicine this kid was selling.

But it was hard for him not to answer this question. That Uncle Zhang and the other senior were so stupid that he had no choice but to not answer.

But unfortunately, he couldn't answer this question at all.

Zhang Hua felt a little aggrieved.

Damn it, if I knew why it went up, would you still make so much money out of me?

Maybe ordinary people would be so squeezed by Zhao Jiangchuan that they couldn't help but express their opinions. After all, Zhao Jiangchuan's words seemed to be asking for advice, but everyone could tell that his tone was different.

It's just that Zhang Hua is very human after all. He knows very well that talking casually will have no other possibility except to embarrass himself.

Only some idiots will think they know everything before they understand anything.

This kid obviously had a purpose for asking this. He didn't want to be looked down upon.

So Zhang Hua not only didn't answer, but instead laughed at himself: Seniors don't dare to take this seriously. I, Zhang, can't just eat a few more years than my little brother.

If I knew how these things rise and fall, how could I have made so much money out of you, my little brother? Tell me,

What on earth is this security? It rises today and falls tomorrow. There is absolutely no pattern at all. Little brother, you must know that you can make so much money.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled.

It's really interesting to chat with a veteran like Zhang Hua.

It seemed that Zhang Hua was belittling himself and exalting Zhao Jiangchuan in his words, but when he lowered his hat, it was clear that he was asking him again.

And he couldn't help but answer.

If the answer satisfies Zhang Hua, it's okay. If there is a slight flaw, then the initiative he has worked so hard to create will be taken back by Zhang Hua.

In that case, it would be very detrimental to his purpose.

It's just that Zhang Hua may not have imagined that his rhetorical question was actually deliberately designed by Zhao Jiangchuan to ask him to ask.

Asking and answering, asking for advice and giving advice is not just as simple as asking and answering.

As for Zhao Jiangchuan not answering wrongly or making Zhang Hua unconvinced, that is of course impossible.

“I know I can’t tell, so I’ll just give you my own opinion.

If it goes up, that’s because there are more funds to buy.

If it falls, it must be because too many people are buying.