kvmb Chapter 468 The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment!
Chapter 468 The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment!
Seeing that Vice Minister Wang had taken the advice to heart, Zhong Yuemin pressed his advantage.
"Minister Wang, if you have such plans, you must act quickly."
The Japanese yen has generally appreciated since the early 1980s.
In business, the key is to get the maximum return with the minimum expenditure; timing is crucial…
He spoke earnestly, like a nagging old mother, patiently and earnestly advising him.
If he could, he would love to tell the whole truth: once the famous Plaza Accord is signed this September, the yen's appreciation will be unstoppable, like a flood unleashed.
At that time, financial giants from all over the world will swarm into the Japanese market like sharks smelling blood, further driving up the value of the yen and the prices of various assets.
Therefore, in order to get the most lucrative piece of meat and obtain the highest returns, you must complete the layout ahead of time before the agreement is signed.
Vice Minister Wang nodded solemnly.
"Okay, I've noted this down. I'll arrange a meeting to discuss it as soon as possible. If it proves feasible, I'll definitely push for its implementation as quickly as possible."
His words were not perfunctory, but rather stemmed from genuine concern.
The young man in front of me, who could invest two billion US dollars without hesitation, could not possibly be joking with his entire fortune. He must have been extremely confident to dare to make such a heavy bet.
If we can catch this wave and earn a considerable amount of foreign exchange for the country, it will greatly alleviate the current predicament of being unable to import advanced technology and equipment on a large scale due to insufficient reserves.
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On the way back from the ministry building, Zhong Yuemin was constantly being scrutinized by his father-in-law with a complicated look, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"Dad, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Zhennan said slowly:
"Yuemin, does your father... know about your business in Hong Kong, specifically its scale?"
"know a little."
Zhong Yuemin answered truthfully.
"But the exact figures... I might not be sure. You know my dad; he doesn't really care about these things."
"You've been hiding this very well."
Zhou Zhennan sighed, then asked seriously,
"How confident are you about this investment in Japan? This is no small matter."
"At least 90%."
Zhong Yuemin didn't make a definitive statement. Although, in his eyes as a reborn person who knew the future, this was almost like picking up money off the ground, he left some room for maneuver. If he said it was 100%, he'd probably be more worried.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhennan stopped asking questions. He knew his son-in-law well; although he was somewhat cynical and unconventional in his daily life, he always planned carefully before acting and was surprisingly meticulous in important matters.
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For the next week or so, Zhong Yuemin didn't go anywhere; he just stayed home.
His main job is taking care of the children and picking up and dropping off his wife from get off work, making up for the 'fatherly debt' he owed in the past, and living a true "stay-at-home husband" life.
Liu Daqiang called several more times, warmly inviting him to join the criminal investigation team, but he politely declined each time. The other party probably understood that he really had no intention of doing so, and then stopped "bothering" him.
That night, after some tender moments,
Zhou Xiaobai's cheeks still held a lovely blush, her face filled with contentment as she nestled in her husband's arms, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his chest, and softly asked,
"Yuemin, are you really planning to stay at home like this forever?"
"how?"
Zhong Yuemin looked down at his wife, a roguish smile playing on his lips.
"It's only been a week, and you're already finding me annoying? You don't look good as a gigolo?"
"Screw you!"
Zhou Xiaobai looked up and rolled her eyes at him, then snuggled even closer into his arms.
"I wish you could be like this every day, staying home with the kids, picking me up from get off work, living a simple and peaceful life, and I would be perfectly content."
I was worried you'd be bored... But I know you too well. You're not the type to settle down easily.
"I'm not bored."
Zhong Yuemin's hand, restless again, climbed up those alluring, towering peaks, deliberately squeezing them, feeling the soft warmth of his palm.
"Taking care of the kids during the day, and still having time to 'do things' at night, this is such a fulfilling life."
Zhou Xiaobai twisted her delicate body slightly and said reproachfully:
"He's never serious, all he does is bully me..."
Then, as if remembering something, a hint of worry crept into his voice.
"I heard from my dad that you invested a whopping two billion US dollars in Japan? Where...where did you get so much money? What if...what if you lose it all?"
"I've been in business for a long time, you know that best."
Zhong Yuemin put away his jokes, his tone becoming calm and confident.
“Back when I was working in the countryside in northern Shaanxi, I started making arrangements in Hong Kong. After more than ten years of accumulation and development, it’s not surprising that I have this much wealth. I even think it’s too slow to earn it.”
He tightened his grip on her arm and comforted her.
"As for losses, don't worry about it. I, your man, never do business that loses money. We're not asking for much with this 2 billion investment. I think it'll be about 4 or 5 years, maybe ten times the return, to 20 billion US dollars."
Zhou Xiaobai blinked repeatedly, not believing a word, and was even somewhat speechless.
"You call that not asking for much? Two hundred billion US dollars... How much money is that? We probably can't even fit it all in this room. If it were that easy, you'd be making money faster than a bank's printing press. Is that even possible?"
Zhong Yuemin didn't argue, but simply pinched that soft spot again, a mischievous smile and an expression of absolute confidence on his face.
"Whether it's possible or not, we'll just have to wait and see, um... Director Zhou."
"Ouch...it hurts!"
Zhou Xiaobai cried out in pain and slapped his hand away.
"Be gentle!"
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Early in the morning, Gao Yue stood in front of the address printed on the business card.
Before me stood a large, rusty iron gate, its red paint peeling off in patches, with not a trace of a gatehouse or reception area.
She peered through the crack in the iron gate and saw that, apart from a three-story building, the other buildings were all low, gray bungalows that looked quite old, with thick layers of dust covering the windowpanes.
The courtyard was deserted, with only a few bare old trees standing there, adding to the desolation. Although it wasn't officially work time yet, it was still far too quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.
Clutching the thin business card in his hand, he looked up again at the old, faded doorplate that almost blended into the wall, and compared it several times. Yes, this was it.
"XX Trading Company".
My heart sank. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. But I can't blame anyone else. Thinking about it, I was really too naive.
That guy named Zhong Yuemin is glib and irresponsible. He's not bad looking, but if he were really the boss of some big company, would he be like her, going to a place like the resettlement office to be subservient to people and fight tooth and nail to find a job?
He's probably either desperate or just a braggart.