The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 703 In fact, he is already ahead of us

  Wu Yuan spoke in a self-deprecating manner, without the slightest intention of showing off.

  But to the ears of the three girls in the back row, it was so real and shocking.

   Empathy.

  Silver Santana was driving smoothly, and Wu Yuan's words continued.

   "Later, the more cash flowed, the more cash there was. Ming Jun and I simply showed our cards, put on our travel bags, entered the station openly, and let the police at the train station look over the piles of cash and let the police know."

   "However, when we had money and our capital exceeded 100,000 to 200,000 yuan, we always chose daytime trains for the round trip, no matter how expensive it was."

   "When traveling around, I stayed in the most expensive hotels. In Shanghai, I even set up a long-term private room directly in Wugong Hotel."

   "Finally, at Heshi Railway Station, Ming Jun and I found three people with the same style as us. Those three people were Yang Wanwan and his two bodyguards."

   "We've known each other since then. Later, I brought Ming Chao to Shanghai to trade stocks, and I had a few contacts in the sales office of Jing'an Securities. In this way, we got to know each other."

   At this point, Wu Yuan's voice stopped abruptly.

   There was silence in the car.

   Not only the three girls in the back row were a little stunned, but even Ma Mingchao, who was driving, had a nostalgic look on his face.

   After a while, Shen Lu sincerely admired: "Boss, you are really amazing. This first pot of gold was earned by you."

   This is not an exaggeration at all.

  Don't look at the apprentice who is as tall and burly as Ma Mingjun.

   But after all, with so much cash, if something happens, I'm afraid there will be no place to bury him if he dies.

   At the same time, Yang Huaiding, who was separated from Wu Yuan, directly found Yang Weiguo.

  Yang Liangzheng is now the largest household in Shanghai, and it is difficult to listen to what others say.

  Yang Huaiding also became farther and farther away from him because of this.

  Only maintain a superficial relationship.

   But with Yang Weiguo, he can still talk.

   What's more, the news brought by Yang Huaiding this time was once Yang Weiguo's idea.

   "Weiguo, I just met Mr. Wu in the Wu Palace." Yang Huaiding handed Yang Weiguo a cigarette.

  Yang Weiguo took the cigarette, started smoking on the cigarette case, and then squatted on the ground.

  That posture is no different from before it was developed and made money.

   Not only that, although Yang Weiguo made a lot of money in the stock market, except for socializing with people in his circle, his usual food and drink expenses are extremely frugal.

  Frugal enough to make people think that he doesn't care about material wealth or poverty.

  Yang Huaiding also squatted down, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and handed the lighter to the other party.

  Yang Weiguo took the lighter, lit it, let out a puff of smoke leisurely, and said slowly: "Brother, what are you doing so close to someone outside the circle? It's not necessary."

   After speaking, he took the cigarette away and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

  That blurred and detached posture, very much like Mr. Tree.

   "You are wrong, Wei Guo," Yang Huaiding said neither in a hurry nor in annoyance, "Actually, Mr. Wu never left our business at all."

  Yang Weiguo snorted, then gasped twice and said, "How do you say, big brother?"

Yang Huaiding knocked the soot on the toe of his shoe and said, "Boss Wu is just getting bigger and bigger, and the real business has started, and he just doesn't care about our business. In other words, it's not him who takes money to make money in the stock market. the key of."

  Yang Weiguo spread his hands together and said, "It's still the land, and it's not a road at all!"

   "Listen to me," Yang Huaiding interrupted, "Actually, Mr. Wu is already ahead of us. He not only pays attention to the stock market, but also invests in Hainan. Recently, I heard that he has traded in futures."

   "Futures?" This is the topic that Yang Weiguo is interested in, "Going overseas to speculate in futures? Is this possible?"

  Yang Huaiding said firmly: "I think it is possible. Think about it, from this year to now, how many small bosses in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have found us and invested money in us to make money?"

   "Where is the money made by Mr. Wu's furniture factory and decoration company? After all, there is a reliable channel, right? So I think this statement is credible."

  Yang Weiguo murmured: "The risk of futures is much greater than that of stocks. Even I dare not get involved easily, can he do it?"

  Yang Huaiding said jokingly: "If you follow your so-called goal of earning 30 million yuan, Mr. Wu may have already reached the threshold for speculating in futures."

  Everyone in the industry knows that Yang Weiguo has made great ambitions.

  Until the assets reach 30 million, you will never dabble in futures trading.

  That's why Yang Huaiding said this.

  Yang Weiguo's eyelids twitched, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "He speculates in futures, so it's good if someone travels. But I still say that it is easy to make money in futures, and easy to lose money."

  Yang Huaiding also said teasingly: "At least Mr. Wu has a lot of property, so he doesn't have to put all his eggs in one basket like us."

  When the silver Santana returned to the downstairs of the staff quarters, a familiar Ferrari was parked there.

  The three girls who originally planned to go to Wu Yuan's house to play, saw the aura of this Ferrari and that woman, and immediately dared not even get out of the car door, and urged Ma Mingchao to turn around and leave quickly.

  Wu Yuan got out of the car, walked to the door of the Ferrari, and saw the woman whom he hadn't seen for a few days, sitting proudly on the driver's seat, with the window pressed down, revealing her fair side face and neck.

   "Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

  Wu Yuan wanted to be tough, but he couldn't control his legs, so he got into the co-driver of the Ferrari very disappointingly.

   As a result, the car door is closed.

  Yan Ruqing immediately shifted gears quickly, and the Ferrari backed away skillfully.

   There is no time for Wu Yuan to react.

   "Sister Yan, how about going upstairs if you have something to say? It's all at my house."

   "Why, are you afraid that I will sell you?"

   "Just sell me half of it."

   "Smelly poverty."

  Ferrari has attracted the attention of many residents of the faculty and staff community.

  One time, one pass ten, ten pass one hundred.

   It's just that Wu Yuan doesn't know anymore.

  Because Ferrari went straight to Songjiang as soon as it left Siping Road.

   Along the way, Yan Ruqing didn't say much, and drove the car intently, flowing like a cloud.

  Wu Yuan was also happy to enjoy this quietness, and fell asleep unknowingly with the feeling of drinking.

   It wasn't until the Ferrari drove into the garage of Songjiang Villa, accompanied by the sound of the door closing, that Wu Yuan suddenly woke up.

   Seeing that Yan Ruqing on the other side had already got out of the car, she also got out of the car in a hurry.

   Enter the villa directly from the garage, and you will see a lonely white.

  Although the decoration plan was designed by him himself, Wu Yuan still felt uncomfortable.

  I'm afraid only a woman as cold and arrogant as Yan Ruqing can feel relaxed in such an environment.

   While thinking about it, I saw Yan Ruqing sitting down on the sofa on the first floor and said: "I came here to talk about what you wanted to say when you chased me to the airport last time."

   "Sister Yan, I suddenly can't remember what you said..."

  (end of this chapter)