Those Years When I Was Forced to Top the Forbes List

Chapter 218 General Xiti
"Call the police! Call the police immediately!!"

Xu Xiang roared.

Dai Zhikang's face also darkened.

This slap not only hit Xu Xiang's face, but also humiliated him.

He held a string of beads behind his back, twirled them a few times, and then raised them outwards.

"Please leave. You are not welcome here. The company will transfer the one million to you."

"Mr. Dai, Bosera has an agreement with Mr. Chen, this..."

Lu Xiaochun tried to calm things down, but Chen Xuebing stopped him.

From the moment he started, he had no intention of continuing his roadshow here. It's someone else's turf, and continuing would only create an awkward situation.

He glanced around and chuckled softly:
“Let’s go. Since Mr. Dai is willing to refund the money, I will wait for the one million. You go and explain to the investors that we will use this one million to hold the event in a nicer place.”

Chen Xuebing wasn't going to let himself be taken advantage of. Even as he left, he still had to put on an attitude of looking down on the place and say something disdainful.

Dai Zhikang tightened his grip on the beaded string in his hand.

"Don't leave! Call the police and have him arrested!" Xu Xiang cursed as he approached.

Dai Zhikang raised his hand to stop Xu Xiang.

There wasn't even a red mark on his face. If the police were called, it would only be a minor offense. He would pay the fine and leave. Calling the police would only make things worse.

Chen Xuebing smiled to himself, thinking that this General Manager Dai was a smart man.

He's a public figure now, and in the eye of the storm. He's waiting for investment in Hefei. Even if he's on someone else's turf, he can't be bothered by trivial matters, and it's even less likely that he'll escalate a small issue.

He knows exactly what he's doing, and if he actually calls the police, he might even be in the mood to hire some reporters to cover it.

The stock market was a place where anyone could manipulate events, and the fact that Xu Zong, the leader of the stock market, who had countless followers, got slapped by him is quite an anecdote.

Just as Chen Xuebing was leisurely preparing to leave with his hands in his pockets, Dai Zhikang's voice rang out again: "President Chen, you don't need to stay in Shanghai anymore. Shanghai doesn't welcome you. You won't be able to raise a single penny here."

Chen Xuebing paused in his tracks.

He almost laughed.

He turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You said that?"

“I said it,” Dai Zhikang said coldly.

"President Dai, we hope that in Shanghai, your Zendai Group can have the final say."

Chen Xuebing left with a single sentence.

An hour later, at Bosera Funds' Shanghai office.

Lu Xiaochun leaned against the edge of her desk, holding the phone, her face conflicted.

"Chairman, please think this through. We have a lot of profit to make at Chongqing Iron and Steel. If you want this, our Shanghai branch's profits this year..."

A stern reprimand came from the other end: "I think you're the one who needs to think this through! The cooperation between Zendai and us is 1.1 billion! Are you out of your mind to offend them for a young kid?"

Although the voice wasn't on speakerphone, it was clearly audible in the quiet office.

Lu Xiaochun was called brainless and embarrassed, so he frantically fiddled with the volume buttons.

"I understand, Chairman."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Xiaochun looked at Chen Xuebing, wanting to say something.

Chen Xuebing raised his teacup, took a sip, and said:
"I understand. Your chairman would rather tear up the agreement and give me a portion of Chongqing Iron & Steel's profits than raise funds for me and strain his relationship with Chairman Dai, right?"

“Well, you know, if you’re going to leave, why did you have to say something sarcastic to him?” Lu Xiaochun said helplessly, “Now look what’s happened. You’re a complete stranger in Shanghai. Where are you going to raise funds? You really won’t be able to raise a single penny.”

He said it with some heartache, because the investors had already been negotiated, but the chairman's words had given away the profits he had worked so hard to build.

Chongqing Iron & Steel has been making quite a stir lately; it seems they're really planning to go public.

He cursed the chairman under his breath, thinking he was an idiot. Why didn't he just find a middleman to secretly introduce investors to him?

However, he wasn't stupid. He heard that the chairman was going to go private, and the company's money wasn't his anyway. Using this to maintain a relationship with a big shot in Shanghai would certainly benefit him.

"Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you." Chen Xuebing waved his hand: "I don't think you're doing very well at your company. Why don't you join me in private equity? I'll double what you make at Bosera."

"Heh, you should be thinking about how to raise funds quickly to fill your hole," Lu Xiaochun laughed.

"Mm." Chen Xuebing nodded.

Neither of them thought that the fact that they couldn't raise money in Shanghai was anything special.

The inability to raise funds in Shanghai cannot defeat Chen Xuebing.

He should go back and find channels to release the product. With his qualifications, I don't believe he can't raise funds through channels, it'll just be a bit slower. The people in Hefei aren't intolerant of the time it takes for him to raise funds.

The main issue is that securities firms and banks also charge fees, which is 3%-4%. For 5 million yuan, that's several million yuan, so a portion of the funds received is taken away, which is ultimately a bit unpleasant.

Lu Xiaochun's side arrived quickly, and the channel was free.

However, the profit-sharing agreement with Chongqing Iron & Steel Group was reinstated, which can be considered as making up for it later.

"No, we can't just leave like this!" said the third person in the room.

Xin Mengzhen's eyes still held a hint of resentment: "He said you couldn't raise funds in Shanghai and just slunk away like that? You're determined to raise funds to show him!"

Chen Xuebing turned his head and smiled, "How do we raise the funds?"

"I'll raise ten million for you! I'll have my grandpa raise ten million for you!"

As soon as Xin Mengzhen said this, Chen Xuebing rolled his eyes.

Suddenly I felt like the whole world was full of enemies.

"Forget it, forget it, don't mention your grandfather." Chen Xuebing said speechlessly.

"You!" Xin Mengzhen stood up angrily and said, "What makes you have such a big problem with him! He's my grandfather!"

After a major battle, their love, which had just begun to resurface, capsized.

Just as Xin Mengzhen stepped out of the room, Chen Xuebing added, "Don't worry, I'll fight for this!"

Lu Xiaochun watched from the side and laughed: "I really envy you young people."

Chen Xuebing rolled his eyes at him.

In terms of mental youthfulness, I'm actually two years older than you.

He thought for a moment, then stood up and said, “Old Lu, we’re friends now. If you really intend to develop your career at Boshi for the long term, I can renegotiate the agreement with you regarding Chongqing Iron and Steel. I’ll only take 8% of your profits, and the 4% I take less will be considered a bonus. If you come with me, I’ll give you those 4% of profits as well, personally.”

Lu Xiaochun's expression hardened for a moment.

He didn't expect Chen Xuebing to be so generous.

Chongqing Iron & Steel issued 6000 million new shares at 1.95 yuan each, with a planned listing price of 5.8 yuan. A 12% increase would yield a profit of over 2700 million yuan, and a 4% increase would yield 900 million yuan.

After hesitating for a long time, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Even if you give it to the company, I won't get much money. Since the chairman doesn't want to fight for it, let's not change the contract. Even if Chongqing Iron & Steel goes public, it may not be able to go public at the price. It's hard to say whether we can get the money or not."

"Okay." Chen Xuebing patted his leg and stood up. "Then I'll leave tomorrow. I'll call you when it's time to exit the Panhai stock. If you feel you've made enough money, you can exit early."

After saying that, Chen Xuebing got up and left. Just as he was walking out of the corridor and about to enter the elevator, Lu Xiaochun's voice came: "President Chen!"

Chen Xuebing turned around with his hands on his hips.

Lu Xiaochun actually regretted it and wanted him to revise the contract.

If this deal goes through, he'll get a 2% commission. Chen Xuebing is willing to invest 9 million, so he'll get an extra 180,000.

But at that moment, he saw Chen Xuebing standing far away, as if a young opportunity was waiting for him.

Public funds are aging, while private funds are rising rapidly.

Even the chairman wants to go private
Screw the 18, he wants 900 million!
Lu Xiaochun suddenly felt energized and jogged over to Chen Xuebing.

The two smiled at each other.

Chen Xuebing laughed and punched him in the chest.

"Figured out?"

Lu Xiaochun stood beside him, patting Chen Xuebing on the back: "I've figured it out. I've gone to so much trouble to contact so many investors, how can I let you go empty-handed?"

Chen Xuebing's heart melted like a spring breeze.

That 4% was well spent.

How could he be willing to leave Shanghai empty-handed? He was just trying to provoke Lao Lu, who was still hesitant.

Even after getting what he wanted, he remained outwardly calm and composed.

"Forget it. Aren't all your investors just trying to squeeze some money out of me? I can't stand it if they make me take a few percentage points less of the profits later."

"Tsk, not everyone thinks that way! I'll talk to them for you! Whatever you get, it's better than going back empty-handed!"

Chen Xuebing finally smiled: "That's the right way to think. I plan to make you the company's vice president and the manager of this TMT fund. So if you can't raise the funds in Shanghai, come back with me and you'll have to continue raising them."

Lu Xiaochun turned her head and stared wide-eyed.

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Three days later.

Right in Bosera's office.

The final three investors signed an agreement with Chen Xuebing.

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Mr. Sun!"

"President Liang!"

Chen Xuebing and Lu Xiaochun shook hands with the investors one by one.

The two reporters they hired took photos of them, in preparation for a report later.

Changzheng Capital's TMT Value Growth Fund successfully raised 3.68 million yuan in Shanghai.

This is the result of Lu Xiaochun's fierce battle over the past few days.

Xin Mengzhen also held a new Nokia N90 phone, spun her upper body around, and captured the moment in landscape mode, then smiled faintly.

She captured Chen Xuebing as the main character in the photo, making him even more dazzling than she remembered.

"Xiao Lu, we old friends are really going to miss you!"

"Yeah, I don't know where we'll find such a good fund manager to make money for us in the future!"

Among the 21 investors who signed contracts this time, many are clients that Lu Xiaochun has been serving since he first joined the Expo.

As expected of wealthy people in Shanghai, even the minimum investment starts at ten million.

Lu Xiaochun smiled and said, "Don't worry, bosses, this investment will be profitable! I'll definitely call you if there are any good opportunities in the future!"

Chen Xuebing smiled broadly and said, "President Lu, saying 'will make money' is too modest. You bosses will be counting money until your hands are sore from now on."

"well!"

After the investors left, Chen Xuebing finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa.

"Old Lu, have you finished writing your resignation letter? I'm going back to Chongqing this afternoon. If you're still missing the paperwork, come back in a few days."

Lu Xiaochun walked to the window with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the bustling metropolis of Shanghai.

"You should be careful with this fund. Are you sure you want to buy BOE according to these fundraising conditions? The margin is 15%. For every 1.15 million yuan, only 1500 million yuan is yours. If there is a loss, your money will be paid first. If you lose 13%, you will be liquidated. You can't sell the BOE shares issued through private placement on the stock market for a year. Once the market crashes, you won't even have a chance to sell. If the price falls below the cost line by 13%, you will either have to replenish the margin or have your shares wiped out. Under these conditions, you have made two such big enemies. It is really unwise."

After calming down and thinking it over, he realized that being the manager of this fund was very dangerous.

If things go wrong, they could fail miserably right after launching a public offering.

Chen Xuebing rubbed his forehead, didn't answer, but only asked:

"Are you sure the person sitting next to Xu Xiang that day was Cheng Boming?"

Lu Xiaochun nodded: "No mistake, I know him. He used to be the assistant manager of CITIC Securities, and later became the executive vice president."

Chen Xuebing leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

That's right.

No wonder Xu Xiang found out about Baosteel warrants so quickly, even though I had repeatedly warned him when I signed the contract with CITIC.

Their connections extend all the way to the head office, and even the securities brokerage can't stop them. Their trading activities are completely transparent to them.

"Hey, CITIC Securities is no good, and other securities companies aren't necessarily reliable either. This trading system is riddled with holes. Screw it. I have to open my own securities company, otherwise I won't even dare to trade stocks."

Chen Xuebing cursed twice, and Xin Mengzhen, who was standing at the door, frowned.

He saw Xin Mengzhen's expression and deliberately lit another cigarette.

Xin Mengzhen snorted and turned to leave.

Chen Xuebing opened his mouth as if to call her, but ultimately did not speak.

Some conflicts are unresolved and cannot be resolved by simply giving in; often, it takes time to resolve them.

It's better to talk less and keep the relationship ambiguous.

The Cold War, as it goes on, may suddenly disappear from conflict, or the people involved may suddenly disappear.

After a long silence in the room, Lu Xiaochun turned to Chen Xuebing and said:

Have you thought about what to do? What if...?

Chen Xuebing leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, looking at him with a meaningful smile.

"When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky; if they don't die, they live for ten thousand years. You haven't written your resignation letter yet, so you still have a chance."

"Damn it." Lu Xiaochun, who always spoke with a Shanghai accent, cursed and pulled an envelope from his pocket, slamming it on the table.

"I've already written it! Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)