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

There were already people waiting in front of the ICBC. Although passersby didn't know what they were there for, these people were really afraid that others would find out what they were there for.

While they waited, three cars they had seen yesterday, along with two vans, appeared at the entrance of the ICBC bank. This gave those waiting at the entrance hope; sure enough, they had arrived today.

They thought that after all the fanfare they put on yesterday, they would definitely come to sell today. But to their surprise, they actually brought three cars and two bread trucks.

As their car arrived, the bank doors opened, and the people in the car got out one after another. They discovered that half of them were foreigners; this made them hesitate again, unsure if it was true or not.

Foreigners still hold a lot of prestige in mainland China; I've never heard of first-class, second-class, or third-class...

Bank staff came out and welcomed them inside. The group was carrying several large bags. The person behind them said, "Are you buying subscription certificates? Come in."

The people waiting outside, who had been a little apprehensive, immediately perked up upon hearing this and followed the group into the bank. Why a bank? Sixteen billion RMB, cash? You must be kidding me!

Yesterday, two plans were made: one group went to the bank, and the other group went to the restaurant to spread the news.

They saw that the bank had set up a special window for transactions; there were people there keeping accounts and preparing subscription certificates.

"I want two subscription certificates."

"Deposit your money at this window, and collect your certificate at that window," a staff member said indifferently.

Her attitude is normal. Moreover, deep down, she seems to be thinking, "You begged me to buy it before, but I wouldn't. Now you're scrambling to buy it, and you can't get it anymore, right? Idiot..."

These people at the bank have never experienced such humiliation, begging everywhere for help only to find no one buying their products. How could they not resent this? It would be a lie to say they don't resent it. Just look at the people at the supply and marketing cooperative; they act like they're the most important people in the world.

Soon, more than 30 copies were sold, earning nearly 300,000 yuan.

"You guys are so lucky, much better off than we were back then. We had to beg people to buy them, sigh~" The bitterness in their tone... was nonexistent. They continued laughing, "Luckily, nobody bought them back then, so we had to share. I bought a copy and even got a new one. Yours is 80,000 per copy, so I sold it too. This time I made over 100,000, haha..."

"Hey, why is no one buying? It's fine if they don't buy, we can still do a few more rounds of new purchases later." Before he could finish speaking, a large group of people rushed in, carrying money, and blocked the window.

"Quick, give me ten copies."

The two people at the front of the line swung their two suitcases through the window, and soon a group of people came forward to start counting the money. This alarmed the bank manager, who immediately ordered the other windows to be opened. Today, there would be no more individual customers doing business here.

"Those with passbooks, come this way."

A window opened; it was a save file window. Save files are easier to use, and soon a group of people went to that window.

Outside the bank, passersby saw the situation and immediately asked curiously, "What's going on here?" He was ignored; no one paid him any attention. The more people who knew, the more people would have to wait in line.

While they were asking and answering questions, many more people arrived.

There are rumors that more new stocks will be listed in the next IPO, and these subscription certificates will not be enough.

In less than five days, all 20,000 subscription certificates, totaling 200,000, were sold, generating a profit of 1.7 billion yuan. The extra amount came from a later price increase, but those who rushed to buy didn't care about that; they just wanted to get their hands on the certificate and make a profit. Those who arrived late and didn't get any left cursing and swearing.

There's a reason why they're selling so fast. Someone bought a subscription certificate and immediately sold it on the black market, making a profit of 10,000 yuan. Then they came here to queue up.

This matter was quickly discovered by those people. They saw that there were people selling subscription certificates in the market, and those people were coming very frequently, more than three times a day.

Soon, some clever people noticed that someone was shipping goods, and in considerable quantities.

Old Chen isn't old; he's still quite young, not even thirty. He's from the old streets of Shanghai, a small-time hoodlum who doesn't commit major crimes, but he's always up to something—a petty thief (a term used in old Shanghai to refer to robbing children, similar to extorting protection money) and stealing small amounts of money. He's very sensible, and even during crackdowns, he managed to survive and eventually changed careers.

He immediately sensed something was wrong; basically, no one was selling subscription certificates anymore.

"Xiao Wu, you two go after them and see what's going on."

Xiao Wu and his companion immediately understood what was going on and followed behind. When they arrived at the ICBC, they saw a group of people queuing up. The matter could no longer be concealed, and soon the street was filled with queues, almost causing a traffic jam. Fortunately, there weren't as many cars as in later generations; otherwise, with such a long queue, something terrible would have definitely happened.

Zhang San never expected that his sale of subscription certificates would cause such a frenzy of buying. Luckily, he was a foreign investor with a huge investment in Shanghai...

Now that we have the money, let's move on to the most exciting part: the first phase of dividing the spoils.

"We haven't sold our shares yet, but we can split the money from these subscription certificates."

Three pairs of large eyes looked at Zhang San, their enthusiasm making Zhang San's old face show a hint of embarrassment; he immediately lowered his head and looked at the account book.

"This time, we invested 20 million RMB. Xiao Fen got 200,000, Xiao Tian got 300,000, and that other girl got 4.5 million." After Zhang San finished speaking, he looked at the three women, and Guan Meiren even glared at him.

Seeing that they had no objections, Zhang San continued, "According to the previous agreement, if the profit reaches two hundred times, I will take half, and the rest should be divided among us, right?"

He looked at the three of them for a few seconds, as if to say, "If you have any questions, ask them." After waiting a while and seeing that no one raised any objections, he continued, "Then let's divide it like this. We have 1.7 billion RMB now. I'll take half, leaving 850 million. I'll take three-quarters, and there's 2.125 million left. So, Xiaofen gets 8.5 million RMB, Xiaotian gets 1275 million RMB, and Lao Guan gets 19125 million RMB."

After distributing the profits, Zhang San looked at them, waiting for their arrangements.

"I have a suggestion for you. If you want to spend this money outside of mainland China, it probably won't be easy. There won't be enough foreign exchange in mainland China for you to exchange. I have a suggestion: use this money to invest, and then cash out when the company goes public; or I can help you exchange it for US dollars at a 1:10 exchange rate and transfer it to your overseas accounts."

Zhang San gestured, and He Meitian obediently poured him some water. Zhang San nodded in satisfaction, took the water, took a sip, and then said, "You can choose one."