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Zhao Shucheng had no idea that A Bao was preparing to teach someone a lesson, but he was also preparing to teach someone a lesson himself.

When he arrived at the trading room to check the stock market in the morning, he noticed that something was wrong with one of the stocks. The chart didn't match his memory of it, and the price fluctuations were abnormal.

After just a short walk outside and getting some information, Zhao Shucheng knew that this was not a normal adjustment, but rather something that seemed to be a setup.

Zhao Shucheng didn't know if it was a scheme targeting him, but that didn't stop him from having a preconceived notion that the Qilin Society was investigating him during this period, so it was very likely that this was a trap set up by the Qilin Society for him.

Of course, Zhao Shucheng's speculation was not only based on the unusual stock performance, but also on the fact that the other people in his room were discussing this stock. They talked about the company's history, the new policies, and the company's recent developments. Everything indicated that the company had a bright future and that the stock was bound to rise.

Zhao Shucheng pretended to believe their analysis, constantly checking stock prices and preparing to buy. However, when no one was paying attention, he invested most of his funds in the stock he had previously favored, and only a small portion in the manipulated stock.

When the members of the Qilin Society learned that Zhao Shucheng had made a move, they all had smug smiles on their faces. They felt that Zhao Shucheng was still too young and should be taught a lesson so that people wouldn't think that anyone could enter the mansions of the wealthy in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that right after Zhao Shucheng bought the stocks, he went to the securities hall to share his stock trading experience and the stocks he was currently optimistic about with the retail investors.

The retail investors had a lot of faith in Zhao Shucheng's stock trading skills, so they followed suit and bought the stocks he recommended.

The people from the Qilin Society naturally received the news as well, but they thought it was a misleading statement that Zhao Shucheng had made a decision. Instead, they were happy to let those retail investors follow Zhao Shucheng in stock trading. They reasoned that if Zhao Shucheng suffered huge losses, he would be universally condemned and would definitely be unable to continue trading stocks.

But in the afternoon, Zhao Shucheng sold all the stocks he had, and followed the retail investors in selling their shares.

As a result, two stocks in the stock market fell together, with one of them falling particularly sharply, dropping by almost 50%.

The witch doctor from the Qilin Society was initially quite pleased with himself for outmaneuvering Zhao Shucheng, but when his subordinates came to report, they learned that the stocks they had heavily invested in had also hit their daily limit down. Furthermore, due to panic selling by investors, their orders were now stuck in their hands and couldn't be fulfilled at all.

The witch doctor was naturally furious, demanding, "Why are you only telling me now that something's wrong? How were you monitoring it? Why did it suddenly plummet, even triggering a sell-off by retail investors?"

"Zhao Shucheng, who trades stocks, said something to the retail investors and they collectively sold off the stock at 3:30 pm. By the time we found out, they had already sold it all, and the news had already spread."

"That little rascal, didn't he choose the stocks we recommended to him?"

"We only bought less than 10,000 yuan worth of stocks, and even sold them all at the same time. The loss was negligible. On the contrary, because of the scheme, some of our funds were trapped. Witch Doctor, what should we do?"

"This little rascal has some skills, but don't worry, we have plenty of capital. At worst, we'll just send a message, and the stock will recover quickly!"

The witch doctor's idea was good, but unfortunately he only saw the situation of one or two stocks and did not know that the bank would announce an interest rate hike the next day. This was a measure taken to stabilize the overheated economy, which would indirectly cause the stock market bubble to burst, leading to a two-year bear market, with most stocks even falling by more than 80%.

Since Zhao Shucheng had foreseen this situation, he naturally couldn't continue to dabble in the stock market where there was little profit in the short term. Since he now had some capital, he might as well take the opportunity to go to Hong Kong and make his pockets even fuller.

After a narrow victory, Zhao Shucheng came to Honglu to celebrate, only to unexpectedly run into Abao, who was also there.

Abao invited Zhao Shucheng to the second floor for a chat. While the two were chatting, Abao glanced back at the second floor of Zhizhen Garden and met Fan Xinhua's eyes. They were both lost in their own thoughts.

Seeing A Bao's expression, Zhao Shucheng smiled and said, "It seems Mr. Bao has some business to discuss. How about we get together another day?"

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

He was indeed confident, while Fan Xinhua on the other side was rather anxious. He had racked his brains to close this deal, going to Zhizhen Garden to whet people's appetites, and taking advantage of Li Li's opportunity to have the cleaner deliver a gift to him, he excused himself to go out for coffee and even specifically reminded the cleaner not to touch the documents on his desk, which was actually a way of revealing details of his products to others.

So, Li Li knew that A Bao had arranged to meet him at Honglu to see the samples and sign the contract, so he arranged to meet him at Zhizhenyuan in advance. In order to persuade Fan Xinhua to change his mind and cooperate with him, Wei Hongqing even invited his friends to come and support him.

Fan Xinhua asked Li Li to draw the curtains in the private room so that he could show Wei Hongqing and the others his burnt mercerized cotton T-shirt. The fabric was completely undamaged, which amazed everyone present.

Fan Xinhua noticed A Bao and also saw Zhao Shucheng chatting with him. He said, "President Bao, I arranged to meet him at 6:30, and he's here so early. I'll go over and say hello first, otherwise I'll feel bad."

"Mr. Fan, you made an appointment for 6:30, it's still early. Mr. Bao must have something else to do here so early," Li Li said.

Wei Hongqing echoed, "That's right."

"President Fan, President Wei, we've chosen the clothes. We'll go downstairs and wait for you."

"You all go down first, wait for my good news."

After everyone else had left, Fan Xinhua spoke up, "President Wei, you want so much stock from me, how are you going to distribute it?"

Wei Hongqing said, "President Fan, I know the most about clothing distribution. Let me put it this way, if you cooperate with me, we'll bypass the third party and distribute the goods directly for you."

Fan Xinhua nodded and said, "Okay, okay, that's how it is with President Bao. I feel a little embarrassed."

"You put it this way: in business, we only talk about price, not relationships; a win-win situation is the key. Right now, Mr. Bao is just a middleman, finding third parties to stock the goods and taking a cut in the middle. If you cooperate with me, one link in the chain will be eliminated."

Fan Xinhua said, "When Sanyang enters Shanghai, sales will be my top priority."

"Correct!"

Fan Xinhua said, "To tell you the truth, I talked to Boss Bao and asked him to add one yuan to each item, but he didn't agree. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here today."

"Hey!"

Fan Xinhua continued, "But Mr. Bao is also a friend. We'll see each other all the time. Should I go and have a talk with Mr. Bao?"

"Don't bother negotiating anymore, I'll add one dollar and fifty cents to each item."

Fan Xinhua was very tempted by the price. After all, his purpose in coming to Shanghai was to make money. If he could add 1.5 yuan to each item, his profit would increase by 10%, which would be a great deal.

Abao looked at Zhao Shucheng and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you've become quite famous on Huanghe Road lately. Everyone calls you a stock market genius. Especially today, you've made a name for yourself in one fell swoop. Who knows, from now on everyone will be making a living under Mr. Zhao's wing."

Zhao Shucheng laughed and said, "Mr. Bao, you're joking. I was just lucky. But I've offended the Qilin Society this time, so I won't touch the domestic stock market for a while. I plan to try my luck overseas."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, do you have a good opportunity to make money?"

Zhao Shucheng smiled and said, "It's not really that, I'm just planning to take a trip to Hong Kong to see what the stock market is like in a capitalist country." "Mr. Zhao, you truly are a capable man; only a mighty dragon dares to cross the river."

Zhao Shucheng said, "Mr. Bao is joking. I'm just taking a gamble. I can't just make a little money and be content to go home and retire."

While Zhao Shucheng and his group were having a pleasant conversation, Fan Xinhua was feeling uneasy. After all, he already knew that Zhao Shucheng was also very knowledgeable about burnt cotton. Although the price he negotiated with Boss Wei was similar and he was quite tempted, A Bao was a prominent figure on Huanghe Road. If he were to cooperate with Zhao Shucheng, it would have a significant impact on his factory's garment production, and the cooperation with Boss Wei might even fall through.

At this moment, Wang Mingzhu arrived at Zhizhen Garden and saw Wei Hongqing treating every table to Farewell My Concubine, and Fan Xinhua was chatting and laughing with Wei Hongqing. Her heart skipped a beat.

She brought a copy of "Farewell My Concubine" directly to Honglu. After seeing Zhao Shucheng, she simply nodded and said, "This President Fan is having a very heated conversation with someone."

Ah Bao said, "Haven't I been busy all along too?"

"What are you busy with? Li Li and President Wei have already figured it out. They want to use this incident to promote their own brand. President Wei didn't come alone; he brought a whole group of people with him."

Ah Bao said calmly, "This isn't a fight, what's the use of having more people?"

"So what do you want? You should at least let me know, shouldn't you?"

"Calm down, you can't rush things in business."

Wang Mingzhu said, "You're telling me now that you can't rush things in business? Weren't you in a rush when you came to No. 27 before?"

Ah Bao asked, "Are you hungry?"

"All you ever ask me is if I'm hungry. You're driving me crazy with anxiety. Mr. Wei is treating everyone across the street to Farewell My Concubine, and he says you're now the Hegemon-King of Western Chu."

Abao said nonchalantly, "Ruth, get me two small bowls."

"You can actually eat that?"

Ah Bao said, "It's not poisonous, why not eat it?"

Wang Mingzhu stood angrily at the door and said, "You didn't see President Wei, you didn't see his tone. Let me tell you, he really thinks he's the little prince of the whole Yellow River Road."

Wang Mingzhu was going to visit Zhizhen Garden, but unexpectedly, when she was leaving, she ran into a familiar person entering the private room where A Bao was.

Ah Bao smiled nonchalantly and said, "Mr. Zhao, would you like to try some?"

Zhao Shucheng said with a smile, "Okay, I also want to try the Farewell My Concubine at Zhizhen Garden to see if it's authentic."

However, after Zhao Shucheng took a bite, he frowned and said, "It's not bad, but the turtle and chicken aren't authentic. If it were wild turtles and free-range chickens from Xuzhou, Jiangsu, the taste would be the best. Also, there's no ham in it. If it had Jinhua ham, the taste would be even better."

Wang Mingzhu stared in disbelief as Zhao Shucheng and A Bao tasted Farewell My Concubine together, and said somewhat anxiously, "A Bao, you two are actually eating it. You know how customers are; they're obliged to eat your food, and they don't care whether it's truly authentic or not."

At this moment, a guest who had just come in and was sitting to the side suddenly spoke up: "This Mr. Wei has spent a lot of money on turtles and old hens just to indulge in his prince fantasy for five minutes."

"This is your friend, he speaks the same way you do. Can you tell me what kind of business you're secretly doing?"

Ah Bao said with a smile, "It's a legitimate business."

Ah Bao's demeanor inexplicably gave Wang Mingzhu some confidence, especially after hearing Ah Bao calmly and rationally tell her to tell Fan Xinhua to reduce the price by 1.5 yuan per item, which would amount to 800,000 items. This gave her even more confidence.

After all, although she didn't know Wei Hongqing very well, she did know that such a large quantity was something that a small businessman like Wei Hongqing couldn't possibly handle in Shanghai.

When Fan Xinhua saw Wang Mingzhu, he was initially quite pleased with himself, but when he heard the first thing Wang Mingzhu said to him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What? You want to lower the price by one dollar and fifty cents? Yesterday, Mr. Bao wanted to lower it by one dollar, but I didn't agree. Has Mr. Bao been drinking too much?"

Wang Mingzhu said, "I'll say it again, the price will be reduced by 1.5 yuan per piece. For 800,000 pieces, that's 1.2 million."

Fan Xinhua said, "Oh my, Miss Wang is very good at accounting. Let me explain this to you. If each item is reduced by 1.5 yuan, that's 1.2 million yuan less. If President Wei raises my salary by 1.5 yuan, that's 1.2 million yuan more. So, the total is 2.4 million yuan."

Wei Hongqing hadn't expected A Bao to place such a large order right away, and he felt a little uneasy. After all, he didn't have the ability to handle such a large order. Even if all his friends invested their entire fortunes, they would only be able to handle 100,000 items if they did their best.

"Mr. Fan, how much are you asking for?"

"Two million four hundred thousand."

"I'll tell you how many!"

Wang Mingzhu said, "President Fan, I remember President Bao said it was 800,000 pieces!"

"Yes, 800,000 pieces!"

"Our goal is to become a well-known brand in Shanghai this year."

Wei Hongqing asked, "How many batches will the 800,000 pieces be divided into?"

"Two batches!"

"How can there be so much?" Wei Hongqing was dumbfounded again. He simply didn't have the capacity to process such a large batch of goods in such a short time.

"It's precisely because of the large quantity that I attach great importance to this, which is why I came to Shanghai in person. What's the point if it were just tens of thousands of pieces? It wouldn't even be enough to host a 'Farewell My Concubine' banquet for eighty-eight tables."

Wei Hongqing was truly dumbfounded this time. He could only quickly consult with his brothers, hoping they could help with distribution. However, after discussing it, they could only come up with a figure of 50,000 units.

This left Fan Xinhua somewhat dumbfounded. He had originally thought that Wei Hongqing, being a big boss, would easily take over A Bao's business since he dared to snatch it away. But now there were only 50,000 items in total. Even if the number doubled, it would only be 100,000, far below his expected target. (End of Chapter)