This year, Li Ye's requirements for Hao Jian, Jin Peng, and the others had not changed much from previous years. He only told Hao Jian to increase production of winter styles tailored to European and American body types, because Moscow would be "very cold" this winter.
But after Li Ye finished laying out the plan and requirements, Hao Jian suddenly asked, "Li Ye, what do you think of Japan's stock market? Will it keep rising?"
Li Ye looked at Hao Jian and asked calmly, "What, you've started trading stocks yourself?"
Hao Jian smiled sheepishly. "I saw other people making a lot of money from stocks and futures, so I played around with a little myself."
Li Ye said flatly, "Didn't you ask Old Luo to trade for you?"
Hao Jian pursed his lips. "Old Luo's made it big now. He doesn't do business for outsiders anymore. Besides, I was only playing with a little of my own money, so I just had the people at the Japan branch buy some for me."
Li Ye said softly, "Personally, I think professionals should do professional things. The people fighting over scraps in overseas stock markets are all vicious characters.
"If you're only playing with a little, then fine. But if you've put in a substantial amount of capital, you'd better stop early, or sell half and keep half.
"If you really want to play, I can speak to Old Luo. You can follow along and play with a little."
"No, no, I'm just fooling around. I didn't put in much money, and I've already made twenty percent in half a year. I'll sell it another day."
Hao Jian waved his hands repeatedly, refusing Li Ye's suggestion. But from the subtle changes in his expression, Li Ye knew Hao Jian was somewhat unconvinced.