Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Looking at the notebooks on the table, Rosamund Kwan flipped through them with some curiosity. There were 20,000 notebooks, totaling 200,000 subscription certificates.

"This is what you called something that can turn two or three hundred times in value?" She waved a subscription certificate in her hand, saying with some disdain, "There's no financial market in mainland China, what use are these worthless pieces of paper?"

Chai Xiaofen tugged at Guan Meiren's hand. These 200,000 subscription certificates cost a total of 6 million RMB. In addition, the cost of hiring domestic helpers was 20,000 RMB, which was negligible.

This was done in secret. At first, no one came to buy it. Zhang San had two hundred people found from the factory, divided into several groups, and sent them to various banks and a securities company to buy it.

At that time, Zhang San said to them in the cafeteria, "This matter cannot be mentioned to anyone else. You can buy the blank subscription certificates yourselves, but it cannot affect my mission."

"This is a chance to make a fortune; if you have the money, you should buy some!"

He said that last sentence in a joking tone, pointing out a clear path for these people. He didn't care how many people bought it; he had already done his job.

He knew that the stock subscription certificates issued in 92 had created many people; according to some sources, quite a few millionaires and multi-millionaires had been made. With his financial resources, he could easily pack up and take all those subscription certificates with him.

However, when the time comes, those who spread rumors that the subscription certificates are worthless will probably jump out and fight him to the death.

In just ten days, he bought 20,000 copies of the subscription certificate, totaling 200,000 subscription certificates. He heard that the people selling newspapers and tea eggs at the bank were all spies who would often watch people to see if they were buying subscription certificates.

However, Zhang San said to this, "You guys are amazing; I can't afford to mess with you. Luckily, I'm rich."

In response to Rosamund Kwan's doubts, Zhang San chuckled and said, "You've invested a total of six million. If you don't want it, I'll give you the money back."

"No, I've bet everything I have. If I lose it all, you'll have to support me for the rest of my life."

"Holy crap!" Zhang San really wanted to say, "You wish!" But he just smiled; he knew he couldn't afford to lose money.

That matter was left unresolved. Zhang San still had many things to deal with, such as the acquisition of overseas trust banks and Yong An Bank.

Currently, both banks appear to be in good standing; with money in hand, Zhang San's confidence has returned. As the saying goes, money gives a man courage; he stands taller, walks without panting, and speaks louder; he's radiant and feeling incredibly good!

As time went on, his gold refining project was nearing its end.

"Keep those scraps too, I feel like there's still something useful in them." Zhang San's request annoyed some people, but since he was offering so much, they had no choice but to accept it.

Looking at the gleaming gold, Zhang San was also very happy. Under the watchful eyes of numerous security guards and local police officers, he didn't believe they could be up to anything.

The Chinese New Year in mainland China is nothing special, but since Zhang San is rich, he definitely has a better time than others.

What are your New Year's wishes?

Zhang San laughed and said, "I just want to be safe and sound."

Rosamund Kwan laughed and said, "For someone as rich as you, it's fine as long as you're safe and sound. I just want to get rich."

Chai Xiaofen said, "I also want to get rich."

Zhang San didn't want to talk. He put a piece of foie gras in his mouth, and it melted in his mouth. It was air-freighted from France, but he wouldn't eat much of it. There were also truffles. This stuff is a total rip-off. I heard that in Yunnan, they're sold by the pound.

If outsiders discovered Zhang San's New Year's Eve dinner, they would definitely say it was a display of wealth... But Zhang San told them that in the next ten years or so, people on the mainland would be able to afford it. I wonder if they would say he was dreaming.

"Third Brother, how were all these transported here? This fish roe, was it shipped from Russia?"

Zhang San finally snapped at being called "Third Brother" and said, "Could you please stop calling me Third Brother? It's ruining my appetite."

"Okay, Third Brother, Happy New Year."

Zhang San rolled his eyes, ignoring Chai Xiaofen, then ate a dumpling. It was so ugly! He ate it while looking at Rosamund Kwan.

"Look what I'm doing, isn't it delicious?" She also ate a dumpling, and then savored the taste.

This woman's first marriage was to a man eighteen years her senior, after which Guan Shan threatened to sever ties with her, causing a serious conflict between father and daughter; her mother and younger brother now live in North America, so it can be said that the three people in the room are all temporarily alone.

"Snap!"

Zhang San spat a coin onto the table and laughed, "I didn't expect to be so lucky." Seeing that no one responded, he said loudly again, "Hey, I didn't expect to be so lucky."

The two women acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued eating their food; this annoyed Zhang San, so he ate a few more bites and then went to watch TV, as the Spring Festival Gala was about to start.

"Third Brother, are you done eating? Where are you going?"

"Xiaofen, I'll say it again, don't call me Third Brother; also, I need to report my actions to you at any time."

I turned around and went to watch TV without looking back, otherwise I had nothing else to do.

He had watched the Spring Festival Gala that year, and he remembered that the people in it all did well later. While he was engrossed in watching the Gala, Chai Xiaofen and Guan Meiren came over and sat down next to him to watch the Gala together.

The next day, when Zhang San woke up, it was already past ten o'clock. Shanghai is known for its damp and cold winters, but here it was warm and spring-like.

Seven days passed idly, and on the ninth day, news came from Hong Kong that the audit was complete and he needed to go there to take over.

These two banks are now only allowing deposits, not deposits.

"I'm going to Hong Kong. You guys stay here and keep an eye on the subscription certificate news."

The subscription certificates were discontinued on February 1st, but in the last few days, a sudden surge of people began queuing up to buy them.

On February 2nd, the subscription certificate price rose from 30 yuan to 50 yuan, giving Rosamund Kwan hope. In one fell swoop, she earned 20 yuan per certificate, and with 200,000 certificates, she earned 4 million yuan.

"Third Brother, come back soon!"

"Hehe... Third Brother, come back soon! Tsk tsk... That's so cheesy."

Ignoring their playful banter, Zhang San led his men to Hong Kong. He had already arranged for people to come from North America to take over his bank. Moreover, this year would be a year of booming development for the insurance industry in Hong Kong, and he would have them establish a Hong Kong insurance company.

Zhang San will fly from Shanghai to Shenzhen, and then cross the border from Shenzhen to Hong Kong; thankfully, he doesn't need a letter of introduction, otherwise he would be in quite a bit of trouble.