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

Outside the Jing'an Stock Exchange, the outermost queue of people saw three Volga cars stop, followed by a bus.

A tall woman wearing a mask, glasses, and a down jacket got off the bus, followed by police officers and several other people carrying several suitcases. She walked directly towards the Jing'an Stock Exchange, completely ignoring the stares of the other people in line, and went straight inside.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone so arrogant," said one of the Shanghai locals in line, sounding somewhat indignant.

Local resident B in line: "You should keep your voice down, it's someone else's business."

Indeed, there were more than twenty men in black who got out of the car alone, which shows that they were not good people. Would a good person dress like that? Would a good person bring so many people out on the street?

The people inside didn't see this group of people in the hall, just like ordinary people; instead, they went into another room.

B: "Do you know who that woman is?"

A: "How do you know? He doesn't look like a mainlander at all. His demeanor suggests he's from Hong Kong."

B: "How do you know you're from Hong Kong?"

A: "Mainlanders aren't that sophisticated. Look at those men in black. I've seen the movie 'New World' over there, and that's what they look like."

B: "What movie was that?"

A immediately perked up. The boring task of queuing was perfect for someone to chat with, and the people around him quieted down to listen to A's story, which also diverted their attention.

An hour later, the group emerged from inside, and the boxes they brought out this time were heavier.

Soon, they got into the car and drove away.

Soon, a rumor spread in Shanghai, presumably from the stock exchange, that a woman had taken several boxes of subscription certificates, bought a lot of stocks, and settled the transaction with checks.

"That must be millions, maybe even tens of millions? It can't be real, can it?"

"How could it be fake? I saw it with my own eyes. There were a lot of people queuing up. You can ask around."

The people next to them also chimed in, saying, "Yes, Ah La saw it too. Those big men went in very easily, but came out looking very heavy. They must have gone in with empty boxes and come out with full ones."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"Wow, when did such wealthy tycoons appear in China?"

"Some people say that the woman lives in a Western-style house, the biggest one, but no one has ever seen the woman."

"Of course, back in old Shanghai, she would have been the daughter of a wealthy family."

In fact, many people in Shanghai have already inquired about the woman's background, and their purpose is self-evident: to gain profit.

According to their information, the other party possessed at least 20,000 subscription certificates, totaling 200,000 units. This news was astonishing; based on current market prices, they were worth over a billion!

Moreover, the fact that the other party could easily produce more than three million yuan shows that they are not an ordinary wealthy person. Furthermore, the fact that they could call the police for protection indicates that they also have connections in government.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't be so law-abiding. There's a reason for that. They have so many bodyguards; they could outsmart the authorities and get them involved. But since the other side can get influential people in government, they can only negotiate. The key is that these people haven't found the right connections yet. The fact that they haven't found anyone is making them very anxious.

Chai Xiaofen has been both excited and scared lately; excited because it's obviously a way to make money, and scared because a strange person has been frequently appearing outside the mansion, asking around for people.

This is what the auntie who went out to buy groceries told her, and it made her very nervous; she felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.

When she gets nervous, she calls Zhang San, making him nervous too. What is Zhang San busy with? He acquired a company from East Germany, an optical company, which is about the same level as the one in West Germany.

He was transferring people from North America and Hong Kong to take over the business. He had acquired the company through some connections in North America and was very excited about it.

In addition to that company, he also bought a lot of land in Berlinplatz, intending to build some office buildings or hotels there to diversify his investments.

Asking him to go to the mainland to deal with those small stock matters makes him feel like he's using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, which is absurd.

"Xiaofen, I'm almost done here; stay home and don't go out, everything will be fine, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

"Stephen, who are you talking to on the phone?"

After saying a few words, Zhang San hung up the phone and said, "It's Xiao Fen. How's your filming going? Do you want to go keep her company?"

"Great, I'll bring Xiaotian with me."

Guan Meiren was somewhat eager to try. After the New Year, He Meitian returned, and she also wanted to know about the investment. However, seeing Guan Zhilin looking very tired every day, she didn't have the heart to bother her.

In fact, He Meitian was unaware that Hong Kong had also reported on the mainland stock market, but many people thought it was an exaggerated rumor or legend; they believed that the mainland was a financial wasteland and such a thing could not possibly happen.

When news breaks that Yuyuan Holdings' stock price has exceeded 10,000 yuan per share, I wonder what the people of Hong Kong will think, and what other people in the world will think.

But some people, with a keen sense of smell, went north; these people also made money, getting rich on the mainland and spending it in Hong Kong.

When He Meitian heard that they were going to the mainland and overheard their conversation, she knew that she might be about to make a fortune.

"Boss... um... I mean..."

"You're asking about that investment, right?" Zhang San said directly, "Just wait until you're a rich little lady, then will you leave me?"

The beginning was fine, but the last sentence made He Meitian blush.

Zhang San noticed that this sweet girl was actually blushing in front of him; could it be that... a smiling man is no good, and a blushing woman must be thinking about a man?

Could it be that she's thinking of herself? Hehe...

Following Zhang San's suggestion, the next day, He Meitian and Guan Meiren, along with their assistants and bodyguards, left Hong Kong for a spontaneous trip... or rather, a journey driven by their eagerness to return home.

What's wrong with women? Don't women like finance? They like it, don't they? Last night, after speaking with Chai Xiaofen, who was far away in Shanghai, they were shocked by what she described.

Those little notebooks have actually increased to over six thousand yuan each. Twenty thousand of them would be worth 120 million RMB. Although the RMB has depreciated recently, it is still a lot.

Moreover, it is an undeniable fact that this has already increased two hundredfold, and there are still stocks involved.

Neither of the two women slept well that night. Guan Meiren was even more direct, abandoning He Meitian and knocking directly on Zhang San's door.

Zhang San didn't get up the next day, nor did he go to see him off.