Rebirth Starting as a Stock Market Enthusiast

Liu Chengmin sneered and dialed the number.

"Old Li, have you figured out the equity issue of Anyuan Garments?" His voice was steady, carrying an air of authority that left no room for doubt.

A brief commotion came from the other end of the phone, which quickly subsided. A slightly hoarse male voice answered, "Mr. Liu, we've investigated. Zhao Dong only has 30% left. As for the remaining minority shareholders, as long as their profits are sufficient, there won't be any problems."

"Hmm, very good." Liu Chengmin's lips curled into a slight smile. "What about Shen Fei? Have you figured out his background?"

"Shen Fei?" Old Li's tone was tinged with doubt. "He's just a small-time MCN boss. What kind of background could he possibly have? He just makes a little money by relying on a few internet celebrities."

"Don't underestimate him." Liu Chengmin's eyes were sharp. "He can get that old fox Zhao Dong to cooperate willingly and turn Anyuan Garment's inventory into a treasure. This kid is definitely not simple."

He paused, then said, "I heard that one of his agricultural assistance experts is doing very well and has already attracted the attention of the city."

"Well... I really didn't notice." Old Li was a little embarrassed.

"It's alright, you keep an eye on Zhao Dong's side." Liu Chengmin indicated that he didn't need to worry about it, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "As for Shen Fei... the more he makes a scene, the higher Anyuan Garments' stock price will rise. When that happens, we can reap the rewards and make even greater profits."

The next morning, Shen Fei went directly to Anyuan Garment Factory.

Zhao Dong was still in his office looking at the data in the backend.

"Mr. Zhao, yesterday's data was good." Shen Fei pulled up a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point. "But there's something I need to discuss with you."

Zhao Dong put down his phone, his eyes looking somewhat tired: "President Shen, please speak frankly."

"I think it would be more appropriate to use the name 'Shufang Foundation' for this donation."

Zhao Dong was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened: "President Shen, I've already said this. I don't want Shufang's name to appear in this kind of commercial marketing."

"That's precisely why we need to use it—it's for commercial marketing." Shen Fei leaned forward and lowered his voice. "President Zhao, have you considered this: if this live stream goes viral and the money is donated to the foundation under Anyuan Clothing, what will we do if Anyuan Clothing—I mean, if—runs into problems, such as poor management, a public relations crisis, or even worse...?"

Zhao Dong's expression changed.

Shen Fei continued, "Once the money is in the Shufang Foundation under the Charity Federation, its nature changes."

First, it can be separated from the main body of Anyuan Garment Company. In case the company runs into trouble, the donations will not be affected, and the public will not say that you are using charity as a shield.

Secondly, the Shufang Foundation is in your wife's name, which greatly enhances the warmth and credibility of this marketing campaign.

Third, and most importantly.

He paused, his eyes sharp: "President Shen, we're both involved in setting this up. We need to be prepared for some things. If Anyuan Garments really runs into trouble in the future, whoever controls the narrative surrounding the charity foundation will have a significant advantage. The Charity Federation is an official organization, but the foundation's initiator and the main protagonist of the story is still the Zhao family. This narrative is safer in your hands than in the company's."

The office was quiet.

Zhao Dong tapped his fingers on the table, once, twice.

He wasn't unaware of the undercurrents within the company. He was aware of the petty actions of Liu Chengmin and his associates.

"If we use the Shufang Foundation," Zhao Dong's voice was somewhat hoarse, "what will you say to the Charity Federation?"

"I'll go with you," Shen Fei said, standing up. "We'll tell them that Anyuan Clothing hopes to transfer the donations to the registered Shufang Foundation for dedicated use, and entrust the Charity Federation to supervise them. This will enhance the brand's reputation and also be a comfort to your wife. The authorities will only think that Anyuan Clothing is more sincere and understands the rules better."

Zhao Dong took a deep breath and looked up at Shen Fei.

After a long pause, he nodded: "Okay."

……

Anyuan City Charity Federation, Service Hall.

Zhao Dong stood at the window and handed in the materials.

The staff member was somewhat surprised: "Mr. Zhao, we previously discussed establishing the 'Anyuan Clothing Charity Fund,' but now we've changed it to transferring funds to the 'Li Shufang Charity Fund.' The system process requires us to go through the filing instructions all over again..."

"Yes, after consideration, we felt this was more appropriate." Zhao Dong's tone was calm, but his hands clenched slightly at his sides. "Li Shufang was my wife. She always cared about education. This donation can be considered as fulfilling one of her wishes. We will still donate the maximum amount of funds, but we will entrust the management to the General Association and the Shufang Foundation Board of Directors."

He glanced at Shen Fei standing next to him.

Shen Fei nodded slightly but did not speak.

The staff member flipped through the materials, then looked at Zhao Dong: "Mr. Zhao, this decision... is quite sudden. However, if it's a registered fund, the process can indeed be streamlined more quickly, and there's a foundation of credibility. We need you to provide an explanation letter clarifying the reasons for the change."

"I'll write it right away," Zhao Dong said, taking the paper and pen.

Shen Fei stood in the corner of the hall, watching Zhao Dong's back as he hunched over his desk writing.

Sunlight streamed in through the high window, falling brightly on Zhao Dong's graying temples.

He picked up his phone and sent Qin Ziyi a WeChat message: "Have the marketing team prepare the four words 'Shufang Foundation.' The core story: the deceased wife's last wish, the husband's inheritance, and the company's responsibility. Emphasize the emotional aspects, but don't play the victim; the key points are 'keeping promises' and 'inheritance.'"

Qin Ziyi's phone vibrated, and he replied instantly: "Received! Godfather, this is really hot!"

Shen Fei put away his phone and continued to wait.

Zhao Dong quickly finished writing and handed it through the window with both hands. The staff typed on the keyboard and printed out the new agreement.

"Mr. Zhao, please sign and stamp."

Zhao Dong picked up a pen and signed his name on the two documents, the "Donation Agreement" and the "Supplementary Explanation of Fund Trusteeship".

With the final stroke, he seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden and let out a long breath.

Shen Fei stepped forward and walked out of the charity headquarters side by side with him.

"President Zhao," Shen Fei began, "the money goes into the Shufang Foundation, and the Charity Federation has the authority to oversee the accounts, but the foundation's board of directors has the right to select projects and make initial recommendations regarding funding. And this board of directors..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Zhao Dong stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.

"The board of directors is currently empty," Zhao Dong continued. "The Shufang Foundation has been established for ten years, and apart from its basic articles of association, its actual operations have almost come to a standstill. I... I didn't know that before."

"Therefore, someone needs to rebuild it," Shen Fei explained clearly. "As the chairman, you have the right to nominate. Li Yuanyuan, as the core initiator of the event, can be one of the directors. Feiyu Media is responsible for the entire process of communication and public opinion, and we can send a liaison officer. In this way, the flow of funds is open and transparent, but someone can still oversee 'how the story is told' and 'what projects are selected'."

Zhao Dong was silent for a moment: "President Shen, are you... helping me?"