Chapter 222: 218. 3.8 Billion Is Just a Little Bit More Than 380 Million

When these stocks appeared on the stock market, Tian Yaohui's side also subconsciously began to buy them back.

But very quickly, they reacted; the quantity of these stocks was too high, and something was not right.

Some retail investors had already become birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring; when Tian Yaohui's side paused their acquisitions to figure out what was going on, they also subconsciously began to sell off their holdings.

At this, Tian Yaohui could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly had people buy up the stocks, while simultaneously starting to investigate who exactly this was.

However, in truth, Tian Yaohui already had an inkling in his heart—besides Zhang Ran, who else could it be?

Sure enough, Zhang Ran did not try to hide or cover anything up on his end and displayed it quite generously.

Will you, Tian Yaohui, buy the stocks or not?

If you don't buy them, all the effort you put in before will have been in vain, and it will be even worse.

If you do buy them, then buy them back at a high price.

Tian Yaohui instantly guessed Zhang Ran's intentions, his mind racing as he began to ponder what exactly Zhang Ran was trying to do.

In the end, he truly could not figure it out; after all, even people like Meng He who were with Zhang Ran had not figured out what Zhang Ran was up to.

However, Tian Yaohui seemed to guess one possibility: could it be that Zhang Ran thought the current stock market was still like it used to be, allowing him to act recklessly?

It was not impossible; after all, Zhang Ran had only just returned, so it was understandable that he didn't know about many things. Although this possibility was very small, it was the only reason Tian Yaohui could think of right now.

And if things were truly as he thought, then everything Zhang Ran was doing this time was digging his own grave; the authorities would not allow him to do this a second time.

As stock after stock was bought up by Tian Yaohui's side, and with Tian Yaohui displaying an appearance of being wealthy and imposing, some retail investors regained their confidence, and some even joined the ranks of those buying stocks.

In just three short days, Zhang Ran sold off all the Yaotian Pharmaceutical stocks in his hands.

"How is it? How much money did you make?" Zhang Ran asked with a smile.

"About 3.8 billion," Meng He said.

This number did not exceed everyone's expectations; when Zhang Ran said he was going to dump the stocks, everyone had started silently calculating.

Zhang Ran nodded and said, "Not bad, this counts as a small profit this time."

Meng Mingxuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't get it out—this much money was just a small profit?

"Right, I won't distribute this money to you for now; I'll take it all, it will be useful later," Zhang Ran said to Meng He and Huo Zhiyuan.

Huo Zhiyuan and Meng He had no objections to this; if one really had to say, most of the money they had put up this time still belonged to Zhang Ran.

However, Zhang Ran did not seem to be in a hurry, or perhaps he had other ideas, as he did not take back the shares in their hands.

"Alright, everyone go back and get some rest; you've been tired during this period," Zhang Ran said.

"Brother Zhang, then what about next?" Meng He asked hesitantly; he still hadn't guessed what Zhang Ran was going to do.

Zhang Ran laughed: "You don't need to intervene in what happens next; I can resolve it on my end. You should also go back to your own companies and properly handle the backlogged affairs; don't let your own companies fall into chaos first."

Hearing Zhang Ran say this, Meng He stopped asking, though he couldn't help but feel curious in his heart—Zhang Ran seemed to have a very confident appearance.

When Zhang Ran arrived home, the family had just started eating dinner, and Zhang Siyan and Qian Li had also come over.

Seeing Zhang Ran return, the two little ones, Susu and Taotao, immediately dropped their chopsticks and ran over, shouting as they ran: "Grandpa, Grandpa."

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

Zhang Ran chuckled as he squatted down to scoop the two little ones into his arms, then kissed both of them on their cheeks.

"Grandpa, where have you been these past few days? I missed you," Susu said, pouting her little mouth and looking very unhappy.

Zhang Ran chuckled and tidied up the little girl's hair, saying: "Grandpa went to earn money, to earn money to buy pretty clothes for Susu to wear."

"I don't want to wear pretty clothes, I want Grandpa to keep me company," Susu said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Ran's heart softened; he looked at the little girl with gentle eyes and said softly: "When Grandpa finishes being busy with this period, he will keep Susu company all the time, okay?"

"Mm, then Grandpa has to keep his word," Susu said.

"Let's pinky swear!" Zhang Ran extended his pinky finger to pinky swear with Susu.

After they entered the house, Liu Lu had already prepared the bowls and chopsticks for Zhang Ran and Bert.

"Uncle Zhang, how much money did you earn?" Qian Li asked with a grin; they had all heard what Zhang Ran said just now.

As Zhang Ran picked up his chopsticks to eat, he gestured with the numbers three and eight.

"380,000? How long has it even been? Uncle Zhang, your speed at earning money is really fast," Qian Li said with a smile; she didn't even care about 380,000 anymore.

Zhang Ran shook his head with a smile: "Guess again."

"Uh, 3.8 million?" Qian Li asked tentatively.

"Guess again."

"38 million?"

"Guess again."

Zhang Ran remained smiling, but everyone at the table except for Bert and the four little ones was stunned.

Guess again—wouldn't that be over 100 million?

"380 million?" Qian Li's tone was trembling; this was 380 million, something she hadn't even dared to think about before.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhang Ran thought for a moment and didn't let her continue guessing, only vaguely saying: "That's about it, just a little bit more."

It was indeed a little bit more!

Even with Bert's good temperament, he couldn't help but want to complain at this moment; so in your eyes, 3.8 billion and 380 million are about the same.

Qian Li and the others were stunned at this moment; how long had it been since Zhang Ran last said he had something to do?

Half a month?

And he earned 380 million?

Since when was earning money this easy?

Meanwhile, Zhang Sicheng felt a slight sense of loss; he had originally thought his own company was already very impressive at a value of 300 million. Although this was basically the result of Zhang Ran's help, he was nominally in charge, and he had also put in the effort.

But now his old man was telling him that he earned 380 million in half a month?

And what did Zhang Ran do? How could it be so profitable?

Zhang Siyan seemed to associate this with something bad, her expression turning somewhat nervous, "You didn't do anything... illegal, did you?"

She thought of the scene with Zhang Ran in Huo Zhiyuan's hospital room; he had looked exactly like a crime boss, so it was no wonder she associated him with such things.

Zhang Ran started coughing dryly at Zhang Siyan's words, looking at Siyan speechlessly as he said, "Who told you I did anything illegal?"

"No, I just..." Siyan hurriedly tried to explain.

However, Zhang Ran waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop letting your imagination run wild all day long. I'm going to trade stocks; all this money was earned in the stock market."