Chapter 1885: Very Moved

"Yes!"

Wu Hongkang thought Zhou Andong had already communicated with Zhang Shenghui. "This time Qiu Dongfang isn't accepting corporate funds. Director Zhou wants to take us along to get rich, and to be honest, I'm very moved.

But I can't scrape together much money, and he told me to get a loan, preferably one or two million, and he's responsible for exchanging it into USD for us. But I haven't even gotten the loan yet, just talking about it, and I already feel pressure in my heart."

Zhang Shenghui said with a smile. "I can't scrape together much money either, but if I don't seize this, there might not be such an opportunity in the future."

"I understand this principle too." Wu Hongkang sighed. "But the financial market is ever-changing, and even Old Zhou doesn't dare to guarantee 100% profit. If I lose, a loan of one or two million—don't talk about the principal, even the interest could crush a person."

"Why think so much." Zhang Shenghui's tone was very firm. "If you don't fight for it once in your life, what's the meaning of it?"

This guy's gambling nature had always been very big. From nothing to something, from something to brilliance, every step he took, he was gambling.

But he was too smooth, winning every time, which made his guts bigger and bigger, but the last time he went all-in, he lost everything at once.

Wu Hongkang asked. "Are you planning to get a loan?"

"If I don't get a loan, where will I get the money?" For Zhang Shenghui, there was nothing to hesitate about. "I'll get as much as I can; I'll try my best to get money."

If he didn't seize this opportunity to make money legally and reasonably, it would simply be a crime.

Wu Hongkang gritted his teeth. "If you get a loan, I'll get one too."

Zhang Shenghui said. "Find a time to invite Old Zhou out for a drink."

Wu Hongkang said with a smile. "He's in Ganzhou; he'll contact us after returning to Jingcheng."

"That's all then." Zhang Shenghui looked up at the time. "I'll contact friends at the bank and invite them to dinner tonight."

"Old Zhou said there will be action at the end of the year, so we must raise funds three months in advance. I also have to contact friends at the bank!"

Wu Hongkang muttered and hung up the phone.

Zhang Shenghui held the phone, a smile appeared on his face, and then he called Zhou Andong, and soon Zhou Andong's voice came from the receiver.

"Old Zhang, did you call Old Wu?"

"Little Fox!" Zhang Shenghui cursed in his heart, but his mouth chuckled. "I have something to find Old Wu for, and he told me that Qiu Dongfang has action at the end of the year?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong asked. "Are you interested?"

"Of course I'm interested." Zhang Shenghui asked. "Still futures?"

"Don't ask about this."

Even if they were friends, even if he knew Zhang Shenghui wouldn't leak the secret, Zhou Andong couldn't say.

After all, this shorting of the peso involved a huge scale of funds, and if the news leaked, it would be fatal.

"If you're interested, hurry up and prepare the money. I estimate that the money will have to be remitted by June."

"That's no problem."

Zhang Shenghui naturally knew that this involved commercial secrets, especially in the financial market. Leaking secrets was very dangerous. Since Zhou Andong didn't say, he certainly wouldn't ask again.

"I received a notice from CCTV that the golden advertising slot auction will be held at the end of the year."

"You finally waited for this opportunity." Zhou Andong said with a smile. "Prepare the money. If it's not enough, you won't be able to get the advertising slot."

Zhang Shenghui asked somewhat curiously. "Are you not participating in the auction?"

"Not participating." Zhou Andong sighed. "I'm poor; where do I have the wealth like you, President Zhang?"

"Don't be sarcastic." Zhang Shenghui snorted unhappily. "In that case, I have to call my friends at the bank and invite them to dinner tonight."

"Old Zhang." As soon as he heard Zhang Shenghui inviting people to dinner, Zhou Andong immediately perked up. "You're getting a loan, inviting people to dinner, and I'm taking you to make money and take you to fly, so don't you have anything to express?"

Zhang Shenghui's face turned black. "Wait until you return to Jingcheng; I'll invite you. You can choose any place you want."

"Fine." Zhou Andong said very reluctantly. "I'll barely accept you pulling hair from an iron rooster."

"You'd better not barely accept it." Zhang Shenghui slammed the phone down.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Zhou Andong looked at the phone in his hand and muttered.

"This old guy, why has his temper grown?"

Zhou Andong put down the phone and continued to work, signing and approving documents.

……………………

I don't know how long it took before Huang Yali knocked and came in.

"Chairman, it's noon; it's time to go to lunch."

Zhou Andong looked up at the time, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip

"I didn't realize it was already twelve o'clock; time has flown by way too fast."

As he said this, Zhou Andong stretched and stood up.

"Let's go!"

"Ding-a-ling..."

Just as he reached the doorway, the telephone on his desk rang.

"Damn it, who's calling in the middle of lunch? Can't a guy even eat in peace?"

He turned back, picked up the phone, and a woman's voice came through the receiver.

"Chairman Zhou, hello. I am Jin Qiuyu, a childhood friend of Nie Wen."

Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow; he hadn't expected this woman to call so quickly.

"Chairman Jin, hello. Nie Wen has already told me everything. But I'm in Jiangzhou, so it might be a while before I can return to the capital."

"That's fine." Jin Qiuyu's tone was very polite: "Do you have time tomorrow? If it's convenient, I'll head to Jiangzhou tomorrow afternoon."

"That works!" Zhou Andong also wanted to know what exactly this woman was up to: "Then I shall await Chairman Jin's arrival."

Jin Qiuyu laughed, her voice sounding very pleasant: "I have long admired you, Chairman Zhou, and I am very much looking forward to our meeting tomorrow."

"Gurgle!"

Zhou Andong's stomach let out a sound: "Chairman Jin, see you tomorrow."

"Good!" Jin Qiuyu said: "See you tomorrow."

…………………………

In the capital, Kong Xingzhong sat in his office, his face remaining gloomy the entire time, looking quite terrifying.

Moreover, he had been sitting there without moving, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After another while, this guy suddenly shivered, grabbed the phone, and quickly dialed a string of numbers.

"Old Yang, this is Kong Xingzhong. Does your newspaper have a reporter stationed in Xiangjiang?"

"We do!" Old Yang asked very strangely: "Has something happened?"

"No!" Kong Xingzhong said: "I want to know if there is any big news in Xiangjiang today."

"Big news?" Old Yang thought for a moment: "No. If there were, it's impossible that I wouldn't know."

Kong Xingzhong's brows were knitted together. He didn't believe Zhou Andong would lie to him, because Zhou Andong would gain no benefit from lying about this, and he himself had nothing to lose—what would be the point?

"Ask around for me, especially regarding news about Zhongbao."

"News about Zhongbao?" Old Yang's voice immediately rose: "There actually is news about Zhongbao, but I didn't pay any attention to it."

The corners of Kong Xingzhong's eyes twitched wildly, and he hurriedly asked: "What news?"

"It's about Zhang Jingkuan from the Construction Bank being arrested for breaking the law and violating discipline." Old Yang said with a laugh: "This news isn't just domestic; it's flying all over Xiangjiang today."

"It also says that the Construction Bank and Zhongbao are in a cooperative relationship, and with Vice President Zhang Jingkuan arrested, there must be significant problems within Zhongbao. It might be investigated by law enforcement departments, especially since the capital chain might break."

Speaking of this, Old Yang chuckled: "These Xiangjiang media outlets are always chasing shadows and spouting nonsense. How could Zhongbao possibly have problems? Which department would dare investigate Zhongbao? That's why I didn't pay any attention to it."

"Motherfucker!"

Kong Xingzhong could no longer hear what Old Yang was saying afterward; he smashed the phone in a fit of rage.

This must have been leaked to the Xiangjiang media by Zhou Andong, just to sabotage Zhongbao's listing.

Kong Xingzhong paced back and forth in place, restless like a dog in heat.

Last night, Chairman Liu called him and told him to apologize to Zhou Andong. He had thought about it all night and still couldn't figure out why.

Now it seemed that before this, Zhou Andong must have done something that made Chairman Liu and the others unable to withstand the pressure, leaving them no choice but to apologize.

Thinking of this, Kong Xingzhong's body stiffened, and fear sprouted in his heart, instantly filling his entire body.

If Chairman Liu couldn't withstand the pressure and made him apologize, then the other directors must also be under heavy pressure.

What on earth had Zhou Andong done? What could he possibly do to make seven directors with deep backgrounds bow their heads?

At this moment, he thought again of the last words Zhou Andong had said to him.

"You, a person who doesn't even have the qualifications to sit at the poker table, what right do you have to apologize to me, Zhou Andong?"

Cold sweat trickled down Kong Xingzhong's temples. He had no right to apologize—so who did?

He immediately had the answer in his heart: naturally, it was the seven directors of Zhongbao.