"Mr. Shen, good morning."

"Beginning." Chen Chong put down the newspaper and greeted the woman in a gray suit in front of him, and said with a smile: "Please sit down and eat something? The breakfast here tastes very good."

Her name is Wu Xiaoyue, and she is Wu Ziming's cousin, an accountant in the Finance Department of the Civil Aviation Administration of China. She sat down opposite Shen Chong, picked up the menu, looked at it, and said to the waiter: "Give me a scrambled bacon egg, a salmon scrambled sandwich, and a cup of hot milk."

"Sister Xiaoyue, you have a good appetite and eat more than I do."

"Maybe I was hungry when I was a child and had a special desire for food." Wu Xiaoyue said openly: "Every time I eat, I have to eat very full, otherwise I will always feel uncomfortable."

"Being able to eat means being in good health, it is a blessing." Chen Chong liked her unpretentious attitude very much and said: "Miss Xiaoyue can eat delicious food and maintain a slim figure. I wonder how many girls will envy you.

"I'm in my thirties and have been married for five or six years. I'm old and ugly. No matter how good my figure is, it's useless." Wu Xiaoyue smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Mr. Chen, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"You really owe hundreds of millions of dollars in debt?"

Chen Chong didn't rush to answer. He picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and then said, "Sister Xiaoyue, I'm going to tell you that the money I owe the bank now is not hundreds of millions, but three hundred millions."

Wu Xiaoyue was surprised. She opened her eyes wide, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Dollar?"

"Yes." Chen Chongfeng nodded calmly and said with a smile: "In your professional terms, they are just mortgaged loans, and they cannot be considered debts."

"If my news is correct, you made more than 300 million US dollars in gold futures at the beginning of the year. With the profits of its toys and game companies, you have at least 400 million yuan in funds." Wu Ziyue and other waiters continued to say: "From January to May, in just four months, you not only spent more than 400 million US dollars, but also borrowed more than 300 million yuan from the bank?"

"That's right."

"Mr. Chen, you can really spend $700 million. You can buy P Boeing 74 in full. You can buy 140 Boeing 74s by financing. You spent five months to spend our China Civil Aviation budget for the next ten years. No wonder that Aming, who is not stingy, admires you in all his heart." Wu Ziyue pinched the fork and inserted a piece of bacon. After admiring a few words, she asked, "What have you done with these $700 million?"

"Money is not worth the money now." Chen Chong sighed in a fake way and said with his finger: "I went to Japan to invest in Sony Co., Ltd. and invested in the stock market in Hong Kong. I spent 100 million yuan, and I spent 100 million yuan to do TV stations and other investments, and I spent 100 million yuan to develop game consoles and expand my sales network in the United States. I spent 100 million yuan, and then I also invested 300 million yuan to Wall Street."

Wu Ziyue took two bites of eggs, put down her fork, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Mr. Chen, I used to work in Bank of China, with hundreds of millions and billions of dollars. I have seen it, not unusual, but I have never seen anyone like you who spend money. Do you know that even if it is a loan of 1 million, the bank will take several weeks to repeatedly investigate and calculate, measure risks, and then dare to release it. You are a scattered girl like you, who does not do risk investigations, aren't you afraid of losing all your money?"

"I don't believe in analysis, I only believe in my own eyes." Chen Chong said with a smile: "Some people say that my eyes are naturally unique."

Wu Ziyue snorted and said straightforwardly: "It's just superstition. I never believe in monsters, gods of wealth, etc., it's all nonsense."

Chen Chong laughed, looked at her sharp and bright eyes and said, "Actually, I don't believe it either, but investment is no different from gambling. Sometimes it's better to believe that you are really different than others' analysis."

"Financial investment is a science, not a great master." Wu Ziyue picked up the fork again, ate bacon, and said: "Through detailed data analysis and summary of the rules, we can predict future economic trends and avoid risks."

"Maybe."

If finance is so easy to predict, there will be no so-called stock market crash in the world, but there is nothing to argue about this issue. Chen Chong said perfunctorily and picked up the newspaper and started reading it.

Wu Ziyue swept the clouds and ate all the food in one breath, then held the milk cup and asked, "Mr. Chen, what stocks have you invested in on Wall Street?"

"A lot, a lot." Chen Chong turned the newspaper to the stock market information page, folded it, placed it on the table, tapped it with his finger, and said, "It's all gold mines, but unfortunately I have too little money, so I can only dig a little ore to come back."

"Since the Iranian Revolution and the hostage crisis last year, oil prices have soared, and a second oil crisis has been inevitable." Wu Ziyue casually glanced at the newspaper and said: "The stock market is a country's economic barometer. The US economy is now very sluggish. Many scholars predict that Western capitalist society is likely to experience another 19-year Great Depression. Mr. Chen is now investing money in the stock market with great courage."

"I just went to buy it because of the sluggishness. This is called buying at the bottom." Chen Chong slid his finger on the newspaper and said: "Coca-Cola is the boss in the beverage market, with a stock price of only $07, IHN is the overlord of the computer industry, with a stock price of less than US dollars. Walmart's turnover exceeded US$1 billion last year, and the stock price was only U$. These are all super cheap prices. If you don't grab it at this time, when will you wait? And this, Kaiser Industry, you see, this company has a steel factory, an aluminum smelting factory, a cement factory, a machinery factory, a radio station and other 19 subsidiaries, all of which are high-quality assets and no liabilities. However, due to the drag of the sluggish US economy, it only costs US$4 per share, and the total market value is only 100 million. If you buy it now, privatize it and don't move anything, you will maintain the status quo and sell it in two or three years. I believe it can be sold at least US$1.5 billion."

"It's still too little money." Chen Chong sighed sincerely this time and said, "If I give me 1 billion now, I can add at least 50 times within ten years."

Wu Ziyue believed it or not. She took the newspaper, browsed carefully for a while, and looked up and said, "Mr. Chen, I heard that you know a lot of people on Wall Street and there is a private investment company?"

Chen Chong understood what she said and asked, "Sister Xiaoyue wants to go to Wall Street?"

"There is a shortage of financial and economic talents in China now, and the superiors want to send some people to study in the United States." Wu Ziyue said: "I have also been shortlisted. The country wants to send us to the University of Chicago or Harvard for training classes, but I think it would be better to accumulate practical experience when I go to work on Wall Street. Theoretical knowledge can be learned by myself in my spare time."

"It's not difficult to work on Wall Street." Chen Chong thought about it and said, "But you can only start from the bottom when you go. Wall Street is intrigue, competition is very fierce, and work will be very hard."
Chapter completed!