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

A business can only attract more customers by frequently bringing in new tea. Zhang San said to the person in charge of managing these newly promoted VIP customer managers, "We are free to come and go here, but we cannot leave. We can only go back to the north. Only after we go home will we not bear any responsibility. We are a responsible company."

The situation in Hong Kong is on track. The remaining issue is the situation in Shanghai. The second round of lotteries has ended, and the payment and subscription process will begin in the next few days.

He wanted to know what had become of those two and a half women. After this, he decided to abandon his plan to make a quick buck and leave, and instead, he would leave the money in mainland China to buy companies, implement technological reforms, and upgrade products.

Or he could buy land, build houses, and sell them. He wanted to learn from Uncle Four in Hong Kong how to build houses quickly and sell them rapidly.

Before leaving Hong Kong, Zhang San would inform some of the friends he had made here.

"Boss, I have some business to take care of up north, so I'll be going there in the next few days; if anything comes up here, I'll need your help."

Boss Liu knows many big shots in Hong Kong, after all, he has been in Hong Kong for so many years.

"Of course, no problem. I've heard the real estate market on the island is booming. Would you like to invest?"

Zhang San laughed and said, "I don't know much about these things, so I won't go." He didn't say that there would be a real estate bubble on the island in 93, and then it would collapse; real estate is not something that can be cashed out in a short time, so he didn't want to get involved in this mess.

"Stephen is a businessman; he owns many supermarkets in mainland China."

The three chatted for a while before parting ways. Before leaving, Boss Liu asked, "Stephen, is it still possible to get a necklace like the one from last time?"

Zhang San's eyes widened, and then he said, "Boss, I only got it because I helped someone else. I'll go ask about it later. Diamonds that big as pigeon eggs are hard to find."

"It doesn't matter if it's a little smaller."

Zhang San thought for a moment and said, "How many do you want?"

"Ideally five, no, preferably seven." Boss Liu held up five fingers, then gestured the number seven.

"Boss, this is a bit difficult. I'll try my best to think of a way." Zhang San made a difficult decision, indicating that he would help as soon as possible.

Hong Kong doesn't have diamonds that big, so they could only be obtained through Zhang San's channels.

As Zhang San had predicted, after Miss Li obtained the diamond necklace, she naturally flaunted it everywhere, and then the news reached other women, which aroused their dissatisfaction.

First she tried to please him in every way, then she acted coquettishly, and finally she got angry and ignored Boss Liu. After going through this whole ordeal of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide, he couldn't take it anymore and that's when he begged Zhang San for help.

These seven items, even the smaller ones, would probably cost ten million US dollars, and that's just the cost. He has many such items in the vault of the Heitor Bank, but he doesn't just give them away to anyone.

A few days later, Zhang San arrived in Shanghai. At that time, people in Shanghai were very excited, to the point of madness.

Although there is still some time before the market crashes, Zhang San always remembers the wise man's famous saying: When others are going crazy, you should quickly close your positions or run away; when everyone is panicking, you should rush in.

When Zhang San arrived at the mansion, he saw the three women looking smug and knew at a glance that they had made a fortune.

"Oh dear, it seems the three of you have grown up now. I've arrived, and you didn't even stand up to welcome me."

Zhang San's sarcastic tone made the three women laugh heartily, as if they didn't take him seriously. Of course, they had the confidence to back it up.

"Sell all the subscription warrants in the next few days. As for the stocks, keep only Yuyuan Shares and liquidate the rest."

The three women were initially somewhat unconvinced, but Zhang San said, "If you won't sell, then I'll withdraw my funds. I'll contribute half of the capital, and I'll keep half of all the profits, so I'll take 75% of the profits."

When they heard Zhang San say that, they had no choice but to accept their fate. There was nothing they could do if they didn't accept it, since he was the one who made the lion's share of the profits.

Actually, Zhang San could have allowed them to hold Vanke A shares long-term. Back then, someone invested 150 million yuan and earned hundreds of millions of yuan years later. He could replicate that success. However, in mainland China, it's best not to show off.

In a restaurant in Shanghai, a gathering place for bookmakers, a man came in. He sat down at a table. He was a stranger, and no one went up to talk to him.

After ordering a pot of tea and some snacks, he asked the people at the table, "What's the market price for subscription certificates right now?"

"Six thousand for one sheet, seventy thousand for one book."

One person said with a hint of disdain, seemingly looking down on this person.

Holy crap! That guy almost shouted out loud. This price is terrifying. He knew that it used to be thirty yuan a sheet, and a book was only three hundred. Now it's six thousand a sheet, and a book is seventy thousand.

He said, "I have the goods of the richest person here."

His voice wasn't loud, but it immediately carried throughout every corner of the restaurant, attracting the attention of many people, though no one came forward.

Just as he was getting impatient, a man with a three-circle face came over, carrying a mobile phone and a wallet, swaying as he walked.

"What should I call you, brother?"

The man calmly said, "My name doesn't matter. My boss has a batch of goods and wants to find a big customer to buy them."

"I ate as much as I could."

The man laughed and said, "You're probably not up to the task. There are too many goods; you can't handle it all by yourself."

The fat man with three round fingers immediately objected, saying, "You little bastard, don't be arrogant. Name a number, and I'll..."

"According to this gentleman, it would cost at least 1.4 billion." The man interrupted Sanyuan, who also stopped abruptly. 1.4 billion! How much money was that? He really couldn't come up with that amount.

At this moment, the entire lobby on the first floor fell silent, and people began to look at each other, wondering if what the other was saying was true or false.

He took out a book from his pocket and threw it in front of the fat man with three round faces. The man picked it up and looked at it. Sure enough, there were records of new subscriptions in it, and they were blank.

"Do you really have 1.4 billion worth of goods?"

The other party said, "Aren't these blank ones more expensive?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take this one." He gestured, and the person next to him came over, took out eight stacks of money, and placed them in front of him.

"Eighty thousand, please count it."

After receiving the money, he said, "We still have 19999 copies, all blank. If you want them, take the money and go to the ICBC on Nanjing Road. We will make the transaction there."

After saying that, he picked up the money and left the restaurant. Someone followed him out and saw him get into a car. The three cars drove away one after the other.